Orov gasped and looked around in panic.

"No one...... No one followed. ”

The tense body collapsed all at once, and the sore muscles reminded him that he had been running away for almost half an hour.

After my spirit relaxed, I finally couldn't help the pain, and the wounds cut by stones, branches, and thorns were faintly painful.

"Oh......"

He touched the wound on his calf, which had already suppurated, and if he didn't have time to see a doctor or a priest for treatment, he might have died.

Ozhov grew more and more frightened, and he sat down on a rock, nervously observing his surroundings, for fear that an adventurer or a monster would jump out at such a moment.

"The Sad Wind Leads ......"

Ozhov heard his teeth fighting, and his body trembled, and goosebumps arose.

He crossed his arms and looked left and right, but he still didn't feel any sense of security.

He didn't dare to make a fire, even though it was close to evening, but the huge cursor was still hovering above his head, and the dead spirits seemed to be haunting him, and a soft murmur came from his ears......

"Go away! Go away!"

Ozhov, who used to be so sharp and able to kill two people in an instant, no longer exists, and now there is only one coward left.

'You ......'

'It's your ......'

There were auditory hallucinations again - yes, that's auditory hallucinations!

Ozhov covered his ears, his eyes swirling in his sockets, and the surroundings were ...... There is nothing around!

He relaxed, but bounced off the stone again.

No, what if this is to paralyze himself, what if this is a ploy by the enemy to paralyze himself, to capture himself?

It's not nothing!

Someone's got to be there, there's definitely someone - someone used magic, and the sounds they just heard were because of magic!

It's all fake!

Rustling!

Here it comes!

"Ahh

Ozhov drew his long knife and swung it in front of him, breaking the wind, cutting off the branches, cutting the leaves, but that's all.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

Ozhov tightened the handle of his knife with a trembling hand and looked around.

Nothing......

'You killed ......'

'We ......'

'Ah!!!h

"Uh......"

Orov grabbed his throat with his other hand, and an indescribable feeling of nausea welled up in his heart.

"Gross!"

He threw up.

He wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth, and his face was bitter.

"No one, Ozhov, be quiet!" he took a deep breath and comforted himself, "no one is chasing after you, just hide here, just hide for a few days......

As a cultist, and a cultist who was chosen as the 'executor of the blood sacrifice', Ozhov's psychological quality is not bad, on the contrary, he has completed several blood sacrifices, and his psychological quality is very strong.

Although it was only one or two people in the blood sacrifice before, it was different from this time, but every time he sacrificed blood, he watched those sacrifices die in struggle and despair, and he still remembered their resentful eyes.

However, he was not afraid of those eyes, on the contrary, he even felt excitement when the living sacrifices looked at them with resentful eyes.

In the place where he lived, some people would 'disappear' every once in a while, because the nobles and commoners did not care about the lives of beggars and poor people, so he did a lot of 'things' secretly.

So he thought that it must have been magic that had affected him, and he couldn't be afraid!

"Bunny, oh, a cute little bunny!"

Keen vision allowed Ozhov to spot a rabbit, which was wary.

Ozhov licked his lips, "After running for so long, Ozhov is also a little hungry, so Ozhov is going to eat that rabbit." ”

"It's small, but there should be a rabbit nest around here, and Ozhov can find them and eat them!"

Ozhov began to talk to himself, his eyes flickering, and his hand holding the long knife stopped shaking.

Cloudy eyes stared at the 'rabbit', bloodshot eyes.

Now, he stopped the 'madman talking' and walked slowly through hunger......

"Squeak!"

The rabbit let out a scream and was stabbed through the body by Orov.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Without a fire, without skinning, Ojov opened his mouth and bit the neck of the rabbit, which was not yet dead.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and onto his chin and neck, and warm blood filled Ozhov's throat.

"Delicious...... No, it's delicious!" said Orov mumbled.

Then, he was stunned again.

'You ......'

'It's you!'

Smack!

The carcass of the rabbit slipped from Ozhov's hands, and Ozhov clutched his head.

"What is it...... What is this?!"

The evening breeze carried a complaint, and the cold wind blew, and Ozhov hugged himself tightly.

Immortal resentment, undying resentment hovers around...... It's right next to him!

"Go away, go away!"

Ozhov screamed: "You all go away for me!

His face was cried, his body shrunk into a ball, and the bright red blood ran down his beard.

Smack!

The rabbit is alive - the corpse is bounced in a pool of blood!

"Ahh

Ozhov screamed, kicking the rabbit's carcass away, while he himself climbed up the tree.

The rabbit's carcass hit the trunk of a tree, but it still didn't come back to life.

"No, there is no ......"

Ozhov slipped from the tree with a blank look, and he hugged the tree and began to cry.

"No...... Nothing......"

"Everything...... Everything is an illusion ......"

"It's all hallucinations!!"

Angry, Ozhov got up from the ground, picked up his knife from the ground, and slashed at a nearby tree.

After a dozen cuts, the tree was cut down, but the fear in Ozhov's heart remained undiminished.

Bang dang!

The knife in his hand fell on the stone, and then bounced to the ground, and Ozhov looked down at his weak hands, and suddenly choked his own neck.

"Uh......"

He clenched his neck, his veins protruding, his muscles throbbing, his face flushed, and then he turned iron.

Ozhov began to feel dizzy, the world in front of him began to blur, and his arms lost strength.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

Ozhov fell to his knees, sniffing again as hot tears rolled down.

'Why ......'

'Dead ......'

'Die!'

The voice of his abandoned companion rang in his ears: 'Why not you—die!!'

Countless white, transparent voids poured out of the ground and trees, and with their appearance, a cold and cold wind blew, and Ojov felt a chill and weakness in his body.

"No...... Nope!"

He struggled to crawl towards his knife, staring at his 'partner' who had helped him separate the throats of many living people, and now ......

“...... There it is!"

Click!

The adventurer pushed aside the bushes and approached with his weapon in his hand.

Unbeknownst to him, Orov tilted his head, looked at the glowing markers above his head, and smiled!

"Heh, hehe, hahahahahaha!"

Ojov laughed fiercely and resolutely raised the 'butcher's knife' to slit his own throat.

Poof!

His body fell to the ground, and the adventurers looked at each other.

"Boom...... Boom......"

Ozhov clutched his throat, blood gushing out, and he couldn't stop it.

The strength of his body was fading, the madness in his eyes was fading away, and Orov suddenly panicked.

He raised his arm and waved it, as if trying to grab something......

The mark slowly dissipated, and Ozhov's hand hung down heavily, his eyes wide open, but there was no look in sight.

The maid withdrew her attention from this side, without pity in her heart.

Because this is their revenge......

Their!