Chapter 84: The Halfling God's Favored One
“Hoo! Hoo!”
Nasur ran desperately, and the bushes alongside her greatly hampered her escape speed.
The branches and leaves with sharp edges left many scarlet marks on her skin which was not protected by clothes.
The highly active vitality protects her from itching and pain.
And her feet are tough enough to protect her, allowing her to continue running at high speed.
But the rapid consumption of her energy caused her speed to gradually decline.
At this point, Nasur didn't even have the strength to call for help.
She just kept running, hoping that fate would lead her to safety.
Halflings rarely get lost, but Nassul was running out of time to figure out where to go.
She vaguely remembered that she was running towards the human town.
If she could meet a farmer who went to the forest to collect wild animals, maybe she could be rescued.
Ordinary people who live on the edge of civilization always need some skills to survive.
And those who dare to go deep into this dangerous forest always have a bias towards force and survival.
The extreme consumption of physical strength made Nasur's vision a little blurry.
Under the shade of the tall trees, the bright midday sun became somewhat dim.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
Nasur's small chest was like a bellows, and she breathed heavily and full of fatigue.
She began to regret her rash choice, even though she did benefit from it.
But as the God of Fate has shown: luck and disaster have always been twins.
Too much luck is always accompanied by greater disasters.
In a realm that ordinary people cannot see, Nasur's chest is emitting a faint fluorescent light:
Under some mysterious guidance, she entered an unknown cave and ate a mushroom inside.
Nasul admitted that she had taken a gamble - but the mushroom looked really delicious...
It is said that halflings have racial talents that grant them poison resistance.
Its origin is worth pondering...
As Nasur ran vigorously, the unknown mushroom seemed to be digested by her bit by bit.
And this is why she has been able to persist for so long.
Of course, sensing this, the pursuers behind became even more angry!
“Gurgle, gurgle…”
The pursuer let out angry roars in an unknown language, the content of which was generally "elegant and easy-going".
If it is machine translated, it can be regarded as a despicable thief or something like that.
Of course, its true meaning is obviously more colorful.
After all, some swear words require a cultural context to be understood.
And this pursuer is obviously not a violent and mindless chaotic being.
Although , its appearance is really a bit insane:
A sticky liquid attached to the epidermis, a twisted and shapeless tumor-like structure.
But its life form appears harmonious and natural to a certain extent.
Obviously, it is not a deformation of some evil force, but an evil life in the natural environment.
Anger made it lose some of its rationality, and it began to chant some dangerous spells!
The evil waves originating from the darkness began to gather around!
This is an extremely vicious spell that can drain the vitality of surrounding creatures to deliver a devastating blow!
This is obviously a bit tricky for the pursuers.
But it knew that it had to kill the damn halfling as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the fluctuations of spellcasting would attract the attention of that terrible druid.
She is a kind and gentle elder to kind lives.
But for those who dare to use evil spells in the forest without permission, she will be no more troublesome than those persistent paladins.
Just at this moment, the pursuer suddenly sensed some life fluctuations.
The overly bright sun caused a great negative reduction in its perception.
But its nature of darkness allows it to keenly sense the enemy's presence.
But it seems too late...
An intense pain emanated from the center of its body!
Based on the attacker's size, the injury was not fatal.
It was just an instinctive reflex after being attacked that caused the spell to be terminated at the critical chanting stage.
This doesn't necessarily result in the spell failing - but it does happen, and it's not all that surprising.
And in the next moment, the inexplicable loss of essence in the body caused a subtle accumulation of multiple negative effects.
It was as if an invisible fate had piled all the worst possibilities together.
The pursuer sensed the attacker, who seemed to be a cat...
Suddenly, it seemed to understand something.
It finally knew where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from:
In legendary stories, those weak legends are always able to dance safely on the edge of a knife.
On the brink of danger, but not being swallowed by it.
There will always be the right character to remove danger and provide guidance for her or him.
“Guji…”
With a kind of resentment that is hard to dissipate, the soul of the pursuer sank into the cold world of the dead...
"You are participating in a special event. You have received a blessing from the Halfling God (temporary strength +1, constitution +1, agility +1, luck +5)"
"Killing incident: You assisted in killing the Underground Exorcist (Lv9)."
"When the killing is known, the relationship between you and the underground exorcist tribe will deteriorate to: hostility."
"Scarlet Hunt, honor! The flesh and blood and life of the strong can forge the wildest savagery!"
"You gained 45% of the Wildness experience and 1 infinite Wildness point from this hunting behavior!"
"It has been detected that the character's wild experience meets the conditions for improvement, and the improvement is in progress..."
"The character's wild form: Bloodthirsty Beast's wildness level has been increased to Lv7 (20%)!"
"Based on your racial limit, you gain a permanent boost in strength! (1↑)"
"Your strength is increased to: 10!"
After looking at the text message refreshing in front of him, Yi Chun shifted his gaze to Nasul who had stopped running on the other side.
She was looking at Yi Chun, who looked like an ordinary orange cat, with a look of doubt and surprise.
If it weren't for the ferocity with which it pounced on the underground exorcist, its appearance would have seemed so harmless.
At least, it won't make people feel too threatened.
Perhaps sensing Yi Chun's kindness, Nasur tried to shout to Yi Chun:
"Meow?"
Meow?
Yi Chun wagged his tail. He thought about it and didn’t understand what the cat on the other side meant.
However, he seemed to know something about the other party's identity.
Once a personal God exists, His preferences will inevitably lead to differences in closeness and distance.
For a variety of different reasons, they sometimes favor certain lucky mortals.
For the vast majority of mortals, in most cases, that is what they deeply desire.
Yi Chun thought that was not bad, if there was a god of slacking off.
People in East Asia accept conventional beliefs, and worshipping gods whenever they see one is a deeply rooted traditional idea...
However, Yi Chun has not found any traces of the existence of a personal god in the Federation.
Just like the extraordinary power, there was no trace of it before, as if the Federation was a huge extraordinary vacuum...
