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Chapter 227: Discomfort.
Just as the blood claw rushed towards the punk desperately, the three summoned demon wolves loyally followed the punk's orders and rushed towards the blood claw.
"Damn livestock, get out"!
Unsurprisingly, in the face of the three-headed demon wolf's simultaneous pounce, the blood claw can only change direction to avoid the two giant wolves, but even then there is still one demon wolf rushing forward enough to successfully bite on the right hand of the blood claw. .
It is no exaggeration to say that the bite force of the demon wolf is to tear the gold and crack the stone. Even if the blood claw has attached a layer of squirming plasma on the hand for defense, when the upper and lower jaws of the demon wolf are closed, the blood claw's arm is clear. The sound.
"Damn, damn, damn, get out of me, get out of here"!
The huge magic wolf has some weight that matches its reminder. It is impossible for the blood claw to charge with such a huge creature that weighs twice as much as it is. However, the magic wolf that received the punk order is extremely brave and fearless of death, even if the blood claw is alive. Pulling a wolf's leg from the devil wolf's body with his left hand, the devil wolf also bit the blood claw's arm and refused to let go.
Bloodclaw saw that the other three demon wolves had turned and rushed towards him, and the life energy in his body was burning like grease thrown into the brazier. He finally became a little desperate about the matter of "remaining together".
"Sure enough, I am not a fighting material."
Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the bloody claw's torn face.
At the same time, the other two demon wolves also bitten the blood claws fiercely. The weight of the three giant wolves completely stopped the blood claws that were still sprinting hard. Among them, the second giant wolf bit off the blood claws. Left hand down.
Up to this point, all of Bloodclaw's calculations were completely lost. From the beginning to the end, he had not had time to get close to punk, and the self-destruction that had been brewing for a long time was even more meaningless.
At this time the western wilderness has entered the night, the brilliance of Mira and Chikasa once again left the plane of Faerun, three rounds of bright moons of different colors appeared in the air, but the dark clouds that came in a hurry seemed to tell. The curtain call is coming.
"It seems it's time to end this farce"!
Punk is far away from Bloodclaw at this time, and the spell in his hand is ready to be completed. At such a distance, even if Bloodclaw's self-detonation has a power equivalent to Tishachar's self-detonation, Punk is not afraid, and is The blood claws entangled by the three demon wolves couldn't get away in a short time.
"Bloodclaw, no matter how you struggle, it's just as fleeting as the big fireball that swept across the sky just now. Now is the time..."
"..."
".........There seems to be something wrong"?
Just as punk was about to announce the end of Bloodclaw's life, a strong sense of "violation" caused the spell in punk's hand to stop uncontrollably. At that moment, he seemed to feel his brain suddenly sinking. But this feeling is too thin, so thin that punk is not sure if it really exists.
"What happened just now, did Bloodclaw use some kind of hole card?"
Punk squeezed the prepared magic compression version of the "kinetic energy cone" in his hand, and his face became more and more low, and he intuitively told him that something must have happened to him. As a fourteenth-level spellcaster, he "Illusions" can never appear in his thoughts for no reason, even the side effects of "activating potions" are impossible.
Something must have happened, it can never be a mere illusion"!
"Anyway, get rid of the enemy in front of you first."
Punk gently shook his head to temporarily suppress the intuition in his heart. He didn't say much, but blankly released the "kinetic energy cone" that he had prepared to the blood claw.
In the desperate gaze of Bloodclaw, the kinetic energy cone easily pierced his head, until this moment, his self-detonation had not had time to release.
The blood-claw headless corpse fell to the ground like a tattered puppet, and the blood that was out of control quickly spread into an ordinary bright red.
With the death of Blood Claw, the life energy in his body that did not belong to him quickly dissipated. In the end, a large amount of spilled life energy even made the flowers and plants around Blood Claw grow up by half.
Punk watched from a distance whether the blood claw's corpse twitched to complete silence, and then repeatedly used prophetic spells to confirm that the blood claw that blatantly declared "No one can catch me" was indeed dead, and he was relieved. In a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the effect of the "activating potion" completely faded, and punk only felt that a massive amount of exhaustion was hitting him like a tide. Every muscle in his body felt severe soreness, and his brain was even more sing. All kinds of sounds will be the same.
Punk can be sure that this is the first time he has been so exhausted since his journey, so exhausted that he can't wait to find a place to meditate for a few hours to rest.
But punk has no time to rest now. Not only can he not rest, but he has to keep tensing his spirits and be ready to deal with danger at any time, because... he is 100% sure-just now, his thoughts were touched by others. With the end of the battle and the delay of time, the strong sense of incongruity not only did not decrease, but increased.
"What the hell is going on, what happened just now?"
Punk ordered the three demon wolves to form a circle around him, and he himself fell into deep thinking, or read his own memory in depth.
Punk doesn’t pay attention to this kind of disharmony. You must know that he is not only a spellcaster with extremely powerful spiritual power, but he also blesses his own soul anytime and anywhere with a formal level spell strengthened by magic compression--" "Mind barrier", in a sense, it is more difficult to influence punk's thinking silently than to kill him directly.
"Memory, memory, something must have happened twenty-five seconds ago."
Punk closed his eyes and immersed himself in his own memory. He began to recall a memory of at least twenty-five seconds in his mind over and over again.
"Blood claw conducts an assault, I ordered the magic wolf to intercept, and a huge fireball flew through the sky very fast, I prepared the spell, the spell was ready, I killed the blood claw... The blood claw performed the assault, I ordered the magic wolf Intercept..."
The more I think about it, the more punk's brows frown, because in his thinking, this memory is almost normal and can't be normal, there is no "any" special or "any" noteworthy thing at all.
"It's really tricky, it seems that this effect does not come from the memory level."
Punk opened his eyes with a gloomy face. He has confirmed that his memory has not been tampered with by anyone. After reading this memory dozens of times within a few seconds, punk has not found any abnormality, but there is a strong sense of incompatibility. "But you can feel it without "intuition."
"It's really tricky. If this "thing" is no longer useful, I have to consider whether to use "filthy foresight"."
Thinking of this, the magical vortex in the pupils of punk spun at extreme speed, and he took out an alchemy potion in a test tube from the storage ring—the concentration potion.
Although Punk is now in this desolate wilderness where there is not even a shelter, Golem II that can be guarded is not by his side, and the solidification spells of various magic items have not passed the "cooling" time. The most terrifying thing is Punk is still in a state of weakness with the side effects of the "activation" potion just expired, but he still decided to drink this "concentration potion".
This is something that can't be helped. The sudden "sense of violation" tells punk at any time that the "unknown" has arrived, and it really exists.
End of this Chapter
yeah, that makes sense
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