Duke of Grief

Chapter 182: Revenge Carnival (Part 2)

Orov gasped and looked around in panic.

"No one... no one has followed."

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

After losing his spirit, he finally couldn't help the pain. The wounds cut by the stones, branches, and thorns were looming.

"Oh……"

He touched the wound on his calf and it was already purulent. If he had no time to find a doctor or a priest, he might die.

Orov became more and more scared. He sat on a stone and watched nervously, fearing to jump out of an adventurer or a monster at such a time.

"Legend of Sadness..."

Orov heard that his teeth were fighting, his body shivered, and he got goose bumps.

He held 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 the time was close to the evening, but the huge cursor was still suspended above his head, those dead grudges still seemed to be haunting himself, and a soft whisper came in his ear...

"Go away! Go away!"

Orov, who once used a sharp sword and was able to kill two people in an instant, no longer exists, and now there is only a coward who is "a wind and a crane, a tree and a tree".

'you……'

'It's you……'

There was another auditory hallucination next to my ear-yes, that was auditory hallucination! It's all hallucinations!

Orov covered his ears, his eyes kept rolling in his eyes, and there was nothing around him!

He relaxed, but bounced off the stone again.

No, what if this is to paralyze yourself? What if this is a strategy that the enemy uses to paralyze himself and to capture himself?

Not nothing!

There must be someone, there must be someone--someone used magic, and the sound they just heard was all because of magic!

all fake! fake!

rustle!

coming!

"what--"

Orov pulled out his long knife and danced in front of him, breaking the wind, cutting off branches, and cutting leaves, but that was all.

"Call! Call! Call..."

Orov squeezed the handle with his trembling hands and looked around.

Nothing at all……

"You killed..."

'we……'

'what! ! ! ! ’

"Uh……"

Orov held his throat with the other hand, and an unspeakable sense of nausea flooded his heart.

"vomit!"

He vomited.

He wiped the dirt on the corner of his mouth, his face bitter.

"No one, Orov, be quiet!" He took a deep breath, comforting himself. "No one chased up, just hide here, just hide for a few days..."

As a cultist and a cultist who was chosen as the'executor of blood sacrifice', Orzhov's psychological quality is not bad. On the contrary, his psychological quality has been very strong.

Although it was only one or two blood sacrifices before, different from this time, but every time the blood sacrifice, he watched those sacrifices die in struggling and despair, their grieved eyes he still remembers.

However, he was not afraid of those eyes. On the contrary, he even felt excited when those living sacrifices looked at him with grudges.

In the place where he lives, there will be some people'missing' every time, because nobles and civilians will not care about the life and death of beggars and poor people, so he secretly did a lot of'things'.

So he believes that it must be that magic has affected him, and he cannot be afraid!

"Rabbit, oh, a cute little rabbit!"

The keen vision made Orov discover a rabbit, and the rabbit was very alert.

Orov licked his lips. "After running for so long, Orov is also a little hungry, so Orov plans to eat the rabbit."

"Although they are small, there should be a rabbit nest near here. Orov can find them and eat them!"

Orov started talking to himself, his eyes flickering, and the hand holding the long knife stopped shaking.

The muddy eyes were fixed on the ‘rabbit’, and the eyes were covered with blood.

Now, he stopped ‘crazy madman’ and walked slowly with hunger...

"squeak!"

The rabbit uttered a scream and was penetrated by Orov.

"Eh, hey, hey..."

No fire, no skinning, Orov opened his mouth to bite the neck of the rabbit that had not died.

The blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth, flowing to the chin and neck, and warm blood filled Orov's throat.

"Delicious... no, delicious!" Orov said vaguely.

Then he froze again.

'you……'

'It's you! ’

Papa!

The rabbit's body slipped from Orov's hand, and Orov held his head.

"What... what is this?!"

The evening wind carried complaints, and the cold wind blew, and Orov held himself tightly.

The immortal resentment and the immortal resentment hovered around... just beside him!

"Go away! Go away!"

Orov screamed in silence: "You all walk away for me! Go away!"

He cried with a sad face, his body shrunk, and bright red blood ran down his beard.

Papa!

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

"what--"

Orov screamed and kicked the rabbit's body away, but he climbed into the tree.

The rabbit's body hit the tree trunk, and it didn't survive.

"No, no..."

Orov's expression slipped from the tree, he hugged the tree and cried.

"No... nothing..."

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

"All hallucinations!"

Orov climbed angrily from the ground, picked up his knife from the ground, and cut down the tree aside.

After more than a dozen knives, the tree was cut down, but Orov’s fear remained undiminished.

Wow!

The knife in his hand fell on the stone and then bounced to the ground. Orov looked down at his weak hands and suddenly grabbed his neck.

"Uh……"

He squeezed his neck tightly, his blood vessels protruded, his blue muscles violently jumped, his face flushed red, and then he became blue.

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

"Call! Call! Call..."

Orov fell to his knees, and as the tears rolled down, he sniffed again.

'why……'

'dead……'

‘Dead! ’

The voice of his abandoned companion rang in his ears: ‘Why not you—dead! ! ’

Numerous white and transparent bodies emerged from the ground and trees. As they appeared, the cold cold wind blew up, and Orov felt his body cold and weak.

"no no!"

He struggled to crawl towards his knife, staring at the ‘partner’ who had separated him from the throat of many living people, now...

"……over there!"

Click! Rustle!

The adventurer opened the bush and came over with his weapon.

Without knowing it, Orov raised his head, looked at the glowing mark above his head, and smiled!

"Oh, huh, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Orov laughed terribly~www.NovelMTL.com~ Resolutely raised the "butcher knife" and cut his throat.

Boom!

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

"Come... slightly..."

Orov grabbed his throat, the blood gushing out, he couldn't stop it.