"Your Majesty, what on earth did you do? You actually scared these villains to death! Especially this leader, he died so tragically … "
Gerrard wiped the bone bracelet with a leaf, looked at the Orc corpses lying on the ground, and then looked at "Bloody Hand" Ruhr, whose face was extremely distorted, and his body was full of feces and urine. Even if he was dead, people would still subconsciously stay away from him. Gerrard not only felt a little disgusted, but also more curious.
"In fact, I don't know myself. I just gently knocked this guy," Sui Xiong said, pointing to Ruhr's corpse. Sui Xiong pointed at Ruhr's body and said, "As for the others, I didn't even touch them. I don't know how they died."
"Oh, no, I know that they were scared to death by extreme fear, so that after death, their souls also went crazy and turned into resentful spirits."
Saying this, he pointed to a wriggling black gas in the shade of a tree not far away.
In the black gas, one could vaguely see some crazy figures, who were sometimes screaming, and sometimes giggling.
Gerrard curiously listened, and then felt his heart suddenly shrink when he heard a trace of crazy laughter. He hurriedly stopped listening to this strange sound, and found a topic to distract himself.
"Your Majesty, I just counted, there are only about 30 corpses here, and there were about 35 or 36 bandits who attacked yesterday. What should we do with the rest? Do you need me to chase them? "
"Don't bother." Sui Xiong smiled, "It's a natural thing to give people a chance of survival, and it's their own luck to seize this chance of survival. But it's not so easy to seize this chance of survival, at least not by running away. Anyone who was here just now, even if he temporarily ran away, he wouldn't really escape. I can feel that guy will soon come back to die, so we just need to wait here for a little while. "
Gerrard was stunned for a moment. From the time he left to the time he came back, he just chatted for a while, and ate two pieces of barbecue. In such a short time, without any sound of fighting, no traces of fighting, and no blood at all, 20 Orc bandits had been killed. Even if they tried to escape, they wouldn't be able to survive.
The mighty power of the Gods was really unimaginable!
In fact, there was only one Orc bandit who had escaped from here.
A figure was running wildly in the woods, with the wind under his feet, and panting like a bull.
This was the Shaman of the Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves, also known as "Accountant" Burke. His position was second only to the leader Ruhr, and he usually played the role of a butler.
He was the oldest in the entire bandit group. He was usually quiet, cold, and lacked a sense of existence. Generally speaking, he would only appear next to Ruhr when it was time to divide the booty after the robbery. He would evaluate the things other than cash, and then calculate the cost of the battle. Finally, he would calculate the amount of profit and let Ruhr decide how to divide the booty.
He never asked for trophies, nor did he communicate with anyone other than Ruhr. Except when he was an accountant, even when he treated the injured bandits or participated in the battle, he kept his mouth tightly shut and did not say a word.
But at this moment, his face was full of panic. His lips were trembling, and his teeth were chattering as he ran.
A while ago, as usual, Burke chose a safe place to sit quietly and watch Ruhr, a powerful orc who had been brought out of the tribe by Burke. Ruhr had grown up quickly and became the leader of Burke. Ruhr had used tough and cunning means to extort a rare treasure from an innocent and kind giant who had not seen much of the world.
This was a brilliant victory, and it was worthy of praise. The Exorcist (the God of Medicine and Stratagem of the Orc Divine System) would also be happy about this, because he preferred to use intimidation and deceit to get trophies compared to simple violent plunder.
As a Shaman among the Orcs who believed in the God of Medicine and Stratagem, Burke usually did not like to talk, because he liked to think and pray silently, and spent all his time thinking about conspiracies and praying.
In his opinion, Ruhr's way of getting trophies was too rough and direct, and lacked the beauty of violence. However, this time, although Ruhr's method was still a little rough, it had a qualitative change. Compared with the past, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
This made him very happy, and he felt that Ruhr had finally been enlightened.
But his joy only lasted for a short time.
When Ruhr put the bracelet that the giant used as a necklace around his neck, he clearly saw a greenish-white light rise from the necklace, and it turned into a strange shape that he had never seen before. It also emitted a suffocating momentum, and the indescribably strong pressure made him have the illusion that his heart was being crushed.
The surrounding Orcs were almost scared out of their wits in an instant, and they screamed and fled in all directions. But before they could take two steps, they covered their chests and fell down one by one. And he held on for a while with the strong willpower that he had developed over the years, and he did not immediately lose his cool.
But this was not necessarily a good thing, because he clearly saw that the strange thing just stretched out a tentacle and patted Ruhr lightly. Then the fierce and cruel Ruhr was defeated by extreme fear, and he forced himself to stay calm at the beginning, but then he completely collapsed, and he had no strength to resist anymore. He was forced to die by the indescribably strong force. It all happened in just a moment.
God! What kind of monster lived in that bracelet!
The only thing he could do was to kneel down, take out the Holy Emblem, and pray.
"Beast exorcist, please bless my soul, so that I can think calmly, and avoid fear and madness!"
As usual, the divine power quickly descended, and turned into a cold breath like a cold wind. It poured into his body, made his mind clear, and made his mind stable, and freed him from the panic.
Then he turned around and ran without hesitation.
He did not ride on a mount, because all the Mount Wolves had already run away madly, whimpering. They had their tails between their legs, and ran with all their strength, as if they were being chased by the most horrible magic beasts. They probably would not stop until they died of exhaustion.
In fact, he felt that what he was doing was no different from those beasts.
He ran, as fast as he could, and ran as far as he could.
He didn't know what exactly that damned bone bracelet was, but he was sure that it was far more mysterious and powerful than what they knew.
The Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves was finished, and so was Ruhr. Now the only thing he could do was to try to save himself.
Even if he could do this, he was not very sure.
The effect of the spell could not last for a long time. If he could not run out of the range of the weird bracelet before that happened, he would be dead!
Burke ran as fast as he could, squeezing out every drop of strength he could use. He did not think about whether there would be any sequelae or not. There was only one thing in his mind.
Run even faster! Go farther!
"What on earth is that thing? What on earth is it that rose from the bracelet? "
What was inconceivable was that while he was running, he was still able to divert some of his thoughts to think.
"Powerful … Vast … Immeasurable …"
Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and his throat gave out a dry cry. All his muscles became stiff in an instant.
He had guessed the truth of that thing.
But he would rather not have guessed it right, or not thought about it at all.
His cheeks trembled, and his teeth were chattering. Fear entangled him like a giant python, making him unable to stand steadily. His legs began to weaken in an instant. Not to mention running away, he even had to rely on the trees beside him to keep himself from falling to the ground.
"That's … that's … that's … a God!"
Burke, who had always been calm and collected, finally let out a shrill scream. His body was shivering as if he was sick with a fever.
"I have to run! I have to run! The farther the better! I have to run away from the four northwestern towns, the barren mountains, and the inland. I can't stop! If I don't run away now, maybe he will come to me soon! "
"… No, maybe he is already on the way here!"
Thinking of this, the Orc Shaman's hair all stood up. Although the weather was warm and he was wearing comfortable clothes, he felt an irresistible chill. The chill came from his heart, making him feel like he was standing naked on the ice field in the winter, and he was about to be frozen into an ice cube in the next moment.
"Run! Run! Run quickly! "
But he could not run. His trembling legs did not listen to him at all. After several tries, he could barely stand still.
"No! I can't run like this. I have to use the power of the exorcist … "
He knelt down, which was very easy. Trembling, he took out the holy emblem and began to pray.
But this time, Burke's prayer was not answered.
The Gods of the Orcs were fierce and ruthless. The prayers of the timid would never be answered.
Fortunately, he still had some magic items in reserve. When he found that the prayer was not working, he immediately took out a gold-edged scroll and unfolded it without hesitation. He used his magic power to activate the key rune on it.
The expensive scroll burned, turned into a golden halo, and fell on him. His exhausted body quickly regained its vitality, and his heart, which was in chaos because of fear, also regained some courage.
So the Shaman, who could be called the mastermind behind the Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves, continued to run. He ran so fast that several times he even tripped over a tree stump or a stone on the side of the road and fell heavily on the ground. Then he hurriedly got up and continued to run away. He did not even dare to look back, as if something was chasing him.
No, he truly felt that something was chasing after him. That thing was huge, powerful, and terrifying …
Before he knew it, the power of magic had faded, and fear covered his heart again.
He was going to be caught, he was going to be caught! Haha, it was impossible for a mortal to escape from a god. The reason why he could run so far was that the great existence wanted to chew on his fear, watch his insignificant struggle, and gain some amusement from it.
What would happen next? Would he be turned into a rock and live alone in the depths of the forest, in an inaccessible place, where he could not see or hear anything, only darkness?
Or would he be thrown into purgatory, which was specially used to punish sinners, and suffer all kinds of pain, not being able to die? Until the great God showed mercy occasionally?
Or, he would be completely crushed, from body to soul, and become a material for making magic items. Not long after, a knife or an axe would be frozen with his screaming face?
Burke gasped for breath because of the crazy fear. Because of the uncontrolled running, his physical strength had reached the limit, and his nostrils and mouth were foaming. But he did not intend to stop at all, and was still running desperately.
He did not know when, but his eyes became unfocused, his footsteps became staggered, and the expression on his face became dull.
He could not see the surrounding scenery, nor hear the sounds around him, but he was still running, only slower and slower. Finally, he could not run anymore, and fell to the ground.
He seemed to want to try again, and his body struggled to crawl forward a few steps, and then he let out a crazy laugh.
"He is coming! He is coming to punish me! "
These were the last words of the old villain, who had committed many crimes, promoted the establishment of the evil bandit group, and left many horrible records, from the Northern Wilderness to the four northwestern towns.
Then, in extreme fear and exhaustion, in despair and madness, he finally breathed his last.
When his soul floated up, an invisible force caught it and threw it into a cloud of black gas not far away.
In that cloud of black gas, there were already many crazy souls, sometimes screaming, sometimes laughing.
"Look, the fish that escaped the net has been taken care of," Sui Xiong said to Gerrard, who was stunned.
The sun gradually rose, and from the sky, the traces left by the "accountant" Burke formed a circle.
It started from that open space, and ended in that open space, a big circle.
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