Sword and Magic and Taxi

The half-orc Solu kicked Zhao Mai hard several times. He wanted to squat down and break his neck, but suddenly felt dizzy. The red blood disappeared from his eyes. When the rage ended, fatigue would come back immediately. Now there was a bleeding wound on his thigh, making the sequelae of the rage even more serious.

The barbarian's rage is originally a way to overdraw the body's functions in a short period of time. Behind a period of strength is an equal period of weakness. Solu's violent rage is not powerful enough, and the sequelae are relatively minor. However, combined with a large amount of blood loss, serious symptoms will still occur.

He tore his clothes to pieces, pulled off the strips of cloth and tied them tightly to his thighs. The blood flow slowed down, but it still didn't stop. Asshole, why doesn't this work? He covered his eyes, dragged his injured leg, and tried to climb into the tree hole of Ranger Carl. There are bottles and jars here filled with herbs with different functions, including hemostatic agents.

Reserve grain whined beside Zhao Mai and stuck out his tongue to lick his ears. In the past, doing this always woke the owner up and made him laugh happily. But now the owner could only lie motionless on the ground without any reaction.

It felt murderous intent from the orcs, part of it was directed at itself, part was directed at its master, and of course most of it was directed at its master. So the most important thing now is to hide the master and not be discovered by the orcs.

The puppy raised its head, eyes flashing, and then quickly rushed towards the Ranger tree on its short legs. It leaned its head and lay down beside the tree hole that was not completely repaired to check, and looked back from time to time to check the distance between it and Zhao Mai.

The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets above his head stopped. The half-orc Solu found ointment and was trying to stop his own bleeding. In addition to the wounds on the thighs, the wounds on the eyes also need to be treated. He had to endure a severe headache and try to concentrate while relaxing. The instincts from the orcs were of no use at this time, and only the emotional control taught by the ranger could help.

After the impulse subsided, regret came over me. The situation in front of me was very difficult to handle, and the blood stains on the ground could not be covered up. The wound on the inner thigh is very stubborn. Even if you use the best ointment and bandage, there will still be blood seeping out, so you can't use any force at all. In this way, there is no way to carry Mike into the jungle. The inability to destroy the body and eliminate traces means that the suspicion cannot be cleared.

It seemed like I had to hide for a while, and while I healed my wounds, I slowly thought of an excuse. Even if the body cannot be destroyed, Mike must be killed, and he must not be left alive. Orcs also understand that death does not lead to proof. There are many weapons in Carl's box, just grab one.

The sound of metal colliding came from overhead, and Reserve knew he didn't have much time left. It jumped out of the tree hole, hummed and flew to Zhao Mai, and jumped on his belly. Then, it bit Zhao Mai's waistband with its teeth, frowned and stared in the direction of the tree hole, arching its back.

The fluffy hair quickly stood up, and from time to time, arcs of electricity rose along the direction of the hair. Reserve Liang's legs were straightened and his whole body was shaking. With a faint poof sound and a cloud of black smoke, the man and dog disappeared instantly.

The big white goose Dachshund walked squarely and sat down at the door of the bottom half of the tree hole, bending his neck to tidy up his feathers. When it raised its wings, it was just enough to cover Zhao Mai, who was motionless in the tree hole, and the puppy, which was dizzy because of the loss of strength.

So when the half-orc Solu finished bandaging his wounds and left the tree hole with his scimitar, he could not find any trace of Zhao Mai. He never thought that Zhao Mai was hiding in the tree hole at the bottom. Instead, he thought that after the human woke up, he had fled into the dense forest driven by fear. He limped and slowly walked to the place where Zhao Mai had gone before. The injury to his right eye affected his ability to observe footprints, and the headache impaired his judgment.

In a daze, he thought he saw Mike's escape route, so he followed it. When passing by the spare tire shield, Solu picked it up, weighed it and put it on his back.

If the rage didn't affect his thoughts, the orcs weren't stupid either.

Zhao Mai didn't have any bleeding wounds, and his coma was mainly caused by lack of oxygen and concussion. After he fell into a deep sleep, the positive energy left by the angel on his shoulder began to act and quickly healed the injury. Feeling this energy, Lili tried his best to turn over. Gululu rolled onto Zhao Mai's shoulders, and then continued to sleep on his stomach.

In a daze, Zhao Mai had a strange dream. He recovered from his wounds and walked naked among the pine forests. The surrounding animals, whether they were quirky squirrels, naughty and curious monkeys, or tall and elegant forest deer, all turned their heads to look at him.

Zhao Mai felt very ashamed and immediately covered his lower body with his hands. At this moment, he found that his arms had turned into wings, and his lower body had turned into bird legs. He pushed hard and flew into the sky.

Flying is naturally a wonderful feeling, but becoming a birdman is not a good thing. Zhao Mai cried while flying, and his tears spilled into the forest and turned into a downpour.

Black-red fire suddenly broke out in the forest. At first it was just dots of small flames, but later it turned into large conflagrations. His tears turned into rain, but he couldn't extinguish the flames.

Like *********, the black fire scorched the trees and hardened the ground. The originally fertile land turned into lava rock. The animals ran away in panic, and the black-red fire stretched out its arms to catch these poor creatures. The path left for them to escape was actually a trap. In the end, the entire forest became a sea of ​​fire, and countless lives became the fuel of the flames of destruction.

The bird that Zhao Mai turned into saw this scene in full view. He stopped crying and became sober. He already knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't know why he had such a dream and how to wake up from it.

Just when he realized this, he became human again and stood on a white cloud. He was no longer naked, but fully clothed. Through movies, TV, and video games, Zhao Mai has long seen countless more splendid, magical, and whimsical scenes, so what just happened can no longer easily touch his nerves.

If you have something to say, just say it, don't lie about it. Zhao Mai shouted around. He guessed that he was trapped in some kind of dream spell. Stop hiding, I know someone is here. I know you mean no harm, and you must want me to do something. If I can do it, I will work hard - of course, don't let me work in vain.

The clouds were rolling, and there was a chirping sound inside, like countless small animals whispering to each other. Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but couldn't understand anything.

In this stalemate, Zhao Mai stood on the clouds boredly, watching the wind rise and the clouds fall. After a while, the scenery finally changed. A cloud of white clouds rose in front of Zhao Mai, rolled inward, gathered, and then condensed into a human shape.

Well, it's all about changes anyway, so why can't it be more beautiful? Zhao Mai sighed in disappointment.