Stray

    The temptation of the devil does not always work.

    "No." Oliver didn't turn his head, "I have no reason to believe you."

    This is not the answer the parrot expects. So it acted bluntly, spreading out the same golden incantation just now, pulling a fat spider out of the darkness.

    The hanging spider just blocked the way of the two, it instinctively curled up its eight legs in the air, its abdomen split from the middle - a mouth full of sharp teeth bit in vain in the direction of the parrot, Transparent saliva splashed around, almost spraying Oliver.

    Lower Demon Spider Dogs, common in the forest as common spiders. Their teeth are poisonous, and their saliva is terribly sticky, but it is not very difficult to entangle - it is a miracle that this thing can grow to half a meter long, and ordinary people can be killed with a shovel.

    The next moment the golden thread was suddenly twisted, and the spider dog disappeared into the air.

    "Does it look familiar?" The parrot clicked its beak triumphantly.

    However, the two stupid humans were unmoved, tacitly ignored it, and continued to move forward.

    "Ramon... um, Oliver." After a few minutes, Nemo couldn't hold back his mouth. "Are you really not going to listen to it?"

    "The devil can't be trusted," Oliver said quickly, his tone stiff, like he was reciting boring safety regulations. Nemo hurriedly shut his mouth, Oliver didn't sound like he wanted to chat at the moment.

    The two walked silently into the depths of the forest.

    It's midsummer, and thicker foliage means darker nights. Birds and insects are fine, but the rustling of bodies sliding across the ground or through bushes is a bit terrifying. With these unknown movements coming and going, Nemo began to hate his own imagination. Oliver walked in front of him without saying a word, leaving him with a vague back.

    Nemo touched the goose bumps on his arm, and the courage he had just mustered has long since been drained. He stared at the back of Oliver's head, not even sure if the person walking in front was still the original "human".

    Despite being embarrassed, he couldn't help but say a few words to prevent himself from being driven mad by the dark forest.

    "Oliver, why don't we take a break... You see, we are all very tired, in case something happens..." After he finished speaking, he wanted to give himself a mouth, and quickly made it up Two dry laughs. "No, I mean, it's also important to build up your stamina."

    Oliver turned his head, although it was pitch black all around, Nemo could still see the other's familiar facial features at this distance. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - thankfully it wasn't something else.

    "Hmm." Oliver cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, I just... I haven't been in the woods at this time, so I'm not sure."

    You might as well say nothing, Nemo closed his eyes in pain. Now he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to take a break. He even began to feel that it was a kind of loss that the monsters had not attacked them until now - lack of knowledge, no weapons, and exhausted mentally and physically. The two of them were just two fresh and warm supper, and they were about to light another torch, hopping to invite the gentlemen and ladies in the forest to come to dinner.

    Signpost is located on the border between Garland and Alban, with Garland to the west of the Border Forest. Since the town of Signpost itself is a small transportation hub, the nearby forest is not too difficult to walk - the Garans always come to do business, and it is said that seasoned adventurers can pass through the woods in a day.

    But unless the situation is urgent, no one wants to step into the frontier forest at night. It's too close to the abyss, and there are as many chaotic species as there are stars in the sky. Ghosts know whether strange creatures that have never been seen before will suddenly pop up. Ninety percent of the popular horror stories in Luban Town are set in the border forest at night.

    Frightened by the horror story, Mr. Wright only felt that he was about to suffocate.

    Just as he was letting his imagination run wild at the rustling unknown voice, something grabbed his scalp. Nemo shivered violently, and managed to hold back the scream that rushed to his throat.

    At the same time, Oliver, who was walking in front, fell forward silently. Nemo didn't dare to look back, and he didn't dare to move forward. The clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat. Before he had time to imagine the dangerous situation ahead, and what monster was behind him, that familiar and annoying voice sounded again—

    "Why the **** are you gone again—" The grey parrot jumped angrily above his head. "Am I allowing you to go!"

    Nemo is determined to ignore it.

    "Oliver," he took a small step forward nervously, "Are you all right."

    The young man who fell again and gnawed at the mud got up silently, stretched out his right hand, and a small flame was ignited in the palm of his hand. Soft light cuts through the darkness.

    For the first time, Nemo loves Illumination so much.

      Full of unknown filth. What looks like a string of eyeballs is drilling in and out of the skeleton's dark eye socket, and the visual effect is amazing.

    Oliver's face turned blue. Nemo decided that the love just now doesn't count, and the hatred for Illumination at this moment is sincere.

    "It's just a centipede, this thing only eats carrion." The grey parrot snorted, and then seemed to think of something serious. "I said the two of you...you two don't have any ability to protect yourself."

    "Dad... my father taught me a little bit of the basics of swordsmanship before." Oliver whispered, moving the fireball away, sounding hopeless. "But I haven't cut anything alive."

    "I work in the library, don't count on it." Nemo replied simply, with a sense of desperation. "I've only ever used knives in the kitchen."

    "Fuck, two trash-" Grey Parrot grieved.

    "...Don't you call yourself a superior demon?" Nemo couldn't help pouring out his grievance and anger at the bird, wishing that every word had a few thorns. "Then, dear Mr. Bagmoru, why do you want to ask about the combat experience of lowly humans? It stands to reason that no matter how strong we are, we can't bear to scratch your paws together."

    "I lost most of my power because of a fool." The parrot tugged at his hair in revenge, "I may not even be able to do a mid-level demon, and the person who stole my power is not even a I can't hold my farts." It sounded terribly sad.

    "Maybe I have a bad memory," Nemo grabbed the bird's neck again, "Who said that he would kill me if I didn't make a wish?"

    The grey parrot pecked his fingers angrily.

    "There are three swords here." Oliver may have a headache due to their quarrel, and quickly interjected. "Wright, do you want one?" As he said that, he moved the fireball closer, and the dirt on the hilt was illuminated particularly clearly.

    Nemo poked the hilt with his left hand, and the unknown filth on his fingertips even pulled out the silk.

    "No need," he replied, shaking his swollen right wrist. "not very convenient."

    Oliver nodded and said nothing. He picked out a relatively clean looking one-handed sword and swung it twice.

    "You don't have to be so nervous. Even if I'm not in the best shape, those stupid **** won't come near." The gray parrot jumped off Nemo's head, it's hard to say what he looks like To appease them or simply want to show off. "They can sense class oppression, it's instinct—"

    "Are you going to follow us?" Nemo interrupted the parrot's chatter unceremoniously.

    "Until I get my power back." The grey parrot stood up, "Thank you, you two—"

    "Okay, I see." Nemo interrupted it again impatiently. The frontier forest is a wondrous place, surrounded by endless darkness and real monsters, and Nemo doesn't have the strength to fear this noisy bird anymore.

    Having weapons is always reassuring, they carefully stepped over the skeletons and continued to advance in the darkness. No one to lead, no map, and nothing to call the road underfoot. The bushes are getting denser and denser, the two young men are wearing thin clothes in summer, and their calves have been scratched and rubbed with poisonous burrs. Their speed has not slowed down. Fear and tension are sometimes more effective than anesthetics. .

    “…Would you like something to eat?” Probably the reason for the heightened nervousness, but Nemo was not troubled by drowsiness despite being exhausted. And Oliver Ramon spit his stomach upside down in front of him not long ago, and the night can't hide his pale face - now the young man walks in front with a dirty sword, his clothes are soaked in blood, and his back Some shake.

    Nemo touched the wrap on his belt, which contained a little butter, bacon, and hard bread. Just enough for two meals per person, but unfortunately there is no water to drink.

    "Eat something." He lied, "I brought a lot, so don't force it."

    As he spoke, he handed over the oil paper packet, which revealed a delicate aroma unique to butter.

    "Thank you." Oliver whispered, and the man turned around, but did not pick up the small paper package. "You keep it for now, I'm not hungry yet—"

    Without warning, his voice froze strangely - Oliver stabbed Nemo's ear with a sword, trembling a little, and directly cut a **** hole in his ear. It's hard to say whether Nemo first noticed the pain in the pinna or the smelly heat behind him. The next second a hoarse growl exploded from behind him, and Nemo turned his head stiffly.

    Ratliff hunts the wolf.

    The garrison in Lubiao Town is really experienced, and they don't plan to give them the opportunity to cross the border. Ratliff wolves are experts at catching fugitives—they know how to rip off sinners' limbs and take their heads back to cross.

    This thing is taller than them both standing.

    When I was reading about Nemo before, I was confused about how the garrison could afford these big guys. Now he looked at the saliva of those Lili Lala, and found that he might have found the answer.

    "This is inappropriate." Nemo began to regret not holding the sword, "We haven't been formally convicted yet!"

    "Because a demon has intervened." Oliver pointed his sword at the wolf hunter and glanced at the parrot.

    The grey parrot looks to the sky.

    Ratliff is naturally cautious in hunting wolves, and human training has added enough cunning to him. At this moment, it lowered its body slightly and stared at Oliver's trembling sword tip, its eyes glowing green in the darkness.

    I don't know if it was because of nervousness, fatigue or fear, Oliver's sword tip trembled even more. It's a pity that this was not a fair duel at the beginning, and the Beast did not intend to give him time to prepare or warm up. The wolf hunter seemed to have found the opponent's vulnerability, it roared and jumped up, and the blue halo rippled like a water pattern.

    Nimo's vision was instantly engulfed by darkness.

    His heart tensed suddenly, as if being gripped by icy claws - blinding, this beast did not underestimate the enemy because of their lack of combat power.

    There is nothing more terrifying than losing sight in the unknown. Nemo clenched his fists in vain, the huge beast just a few steps away, and he had no idea when it was going to charge. All kinds of strange noises and chirping in the depths of the forest were instantly amplified, and an awl pierced his temples—his brain was about to explode with the cluttered sound.

    He hugged his head and bent over in the stinging bushes. Until a suppressed scream entered his ears.

    "Oliver!" Nemo subconsciously shouted, ignoring the swollen and painful wrist, and blindly stuck out his right hand in the direction of the sound.

    "Don't come here!" The other party yelled back almost immediately, "It's just a scratch, it's still here...don't come here!"

    "Baggarmoru, don't you call yourself a superior demon!" Nemo struggled to clear the bushes in the way, "Do something!"

    "My remaining power was used up just now!" The parrot responded from some far corner, "This thing has no demon blood, I can't hold it back. You can think of a way- "

    What a shit, Nemo's teeth are fighting up and down, how can you die more decently? If this thing can be counted as a high-level demon, he can simply call himself the Pope.

    How ridiculous.

    He should have been lying on the bed at this time, with honey tea on the bed, and he would read two more books by candlelight when he was in a better mood. All warm and safe.

    For some reason, he suddenly wanted to live.

    Nemo broke off a branch that was relatively sturdy to the touch and rushed out of the bushes. He squeezed the branch tightly with his left hand and leaned his right hand in front of him, desperately looking for the heavy breathing of the wolf hunter in the countless noises. The moment his right hand touched the fur, Nemo threw out his left hand, and the tip of the branch actually poked something.

    However, the miracle did not happen.

    The rough-skinned wolf hunter was not injured, and Nemo was not lucky enough to poke the wolf in the eye. Something warm was wrapped around his left arm, followed by an eerie creaking sound.

    Nemo couldn't hold back his screams, and tugged his left arm frantically. He broke free from the wolf's mouth, but did not shake off the pain. The pain that the back of his neck was drilled through just now was only itching, and his brain was boiling because of the severe pain.

    Don't want to die.

    He stared at the darkness in front of him, his jaw clenched, his mouth full of blood.

    I don't want to die, at least I don't want to die here.

    His right hand was still clutching the rough fur. The wolf hunter shook his body vigorously, but the young man seemed to be nailed to it, his right hand clenched tightly like iron pliers.

    They can't see, they can't escape, it's better to take this life than to die in fear like a coward-

    "Oliver," he called hoarsely, "Oliver!"

    "Nimo, stay away." A weak response came from not far away, "I can't see it, I might accidentally hurt—"

    "Attack this way!" Nemo grabbed the fur tightly and pressed it tightly to prevent being bitten by the wolf hunter. "I've got it, come to me!"

    Oliver sounded breathless.

    "...Okay." He replied slowly, no unnecessary nonsense. "I'm going to chop, you be careful."

    Nimo's fingers were digging into the fur of the wolf hunter, and he showed a weak smile in the direction of the voice.

    Come on. He thought, almost grimly, that this is the only way to leave fate to God.

    Suddenly a cold wind blew, and the wolf hunter let out a hoarse scream. The hot liquid poured all over his face, and then Nemo found his left shoulder terribly light, and the pain prevented him from thinking about it further. All he could think about was one thought—he was still alive.

    Even with the burning pain spreading through half of his body, he is still alive.

    The grey parrot watched everything silently from the branches.

    It keeps an eye on its contractor. Nemo Wright's left arm was completely crushed by Ratliff Hunter, and Oliver Ramon's sword made him lose his left shoulder. The wolf hunter's blood was mixed with the youth's own blood, and Nemo became a blood man completely.

    However, the young man himself seemed unaware that he did not fall down due to blood loss. Rather, it's the exact opposite - the horrific cut of the wound squirms rapidly, the bone begins to heal, the muscle wraps around it, and finally the skin. In less than a minute, Wright kid's left arm was as good as ever. He himself staggered closer to Oliver, ignorant of the blinding effect.

    The other, Oliver Ramon, lost so much blood that the broken sword fell from his hand. He knelt weakly on the ground and fell forward.

    "Wow." The grey parrot smacked its beak, "'The 'never chopped' thing'...good job for the first time."

    In the golden bird's eyes, Nemo pulled Oliver's arm around his neck and carried his companions forward with difficulty and care, while behind them, the huge hunting wolf lay there—

    It was cut in half neatly from start to finish. And within the fan-shaped range of dozens of meters behind it, the once lush trees were blasted clean, and the open ground was covered with thick frost.

    (m..=)