The initial food of the Variant Wind Hounds were the corpses of the impoverished and starving Mo race. Although the flesh of those corpses was frozen stiff by the night wind, it was still relatively soft and delicious compared to the more bizarre O beast corpses. As for why the Wind Hounds didn't hunt live prey, it was simply because they were too weak in combat, whether individually or in groups, and were naturally sensitive and suspicious, so they only had the share of being hunted by others.

  However, after getting used to chewing on the corpses of the Demon Clan, these Wind Dogs not only can accurately judge which Demon Clan member is about to die nearby, but also start to boldly attack some dying and desperate Demon Clan members.

  So, Bao Man unfortunately became the target of those few Wind Hounds this time.

  If it were someone else, they might have just thought those green lights were the cold flames of a vengeful spirit. But Bo Man was different; although her eyesight wasn't great, she had personally witnessed Feng Gou dragging away a Moro tribe vagabond who hadn't died yet.

  These wind hounds may look like nothing but trash to others, but for those who have lost all magic or physical strength and are on the verge of death, they are irresistible executioners. The reason why the wind hounds can get similar opportunities is actually the result of some lower-level residents in the demon tribe town deliberately letting them go. Those lower-level residents are mostly part-time caregivers.

  In general, refugee shelters are usually set up by nobles, but even the silver-pupiled masters themselves or their family members and attendants would not be involved in shelter work 24 hours a day. Basically, most shelters are managed by hiring local unemployed people, as long as the nobles pay salaries on time and provide necessities of life on time, they don't care about the details.

  So, if the guards just got by, that would be it. But if someone was unwilling to share the same food with the refugees, they would think of ways to embezzle and sell off the supplies in the shelter, and the refugees' lives would be unimaginable. In such a situation, once people died, how to quietly dispose of the bodies became a problem for the guards.

  The appearance of the Wind Hounds seemed to have untied a knot in life for both sides. The guards were corrupt, the refugees died, and the Wind Hounds digested - after this complete system was established, the guards' days became much better, and the Wind Hounds also developed a bad habit of eating demons.

  The refugees who misbehaved were either thrown out to feed the wind dogs or forced to watch the wind dogs' "hunting" scenes. When Baoman was young, he was physically weak and often suffered various punishments for his slowness, even including watching the wind dogs eat people.

  Bao Man had been threatened more than once, if she didn't listen, they would throw her out to feed the wind dogs. So even though tonight's forest was foggy, and she was already dizzy and exhausted from the long journey, she still recognized at a glance the mutated beasts tied behind her.

  So at this time she absolutely cannot stop, no matter how slow her movements are, she must persist in moving forward.

  Because those wind dogs generally don't go for still or active living things, but if someone is about to die, they will directly pounce and tear them apart. With the current physical strength of Bao Man, she would not be a match for these guys at all. Moreover, even when her physical strength was at its peak, she could not deal with one mutated wind dog, let alone three starving ones behind her now.

  So, although she hadn't fully rested yet, Baoman gritted her teeth and insisted on setting off with her bundle. With one foot deep and the other shallow, stepping on the land between the trees, Baoman's legs felt as heavy as lead at this moment, but she had to keep moving forward.

  Because she didn't know if it would happen again next time she stopped to rest, those wind dogs would pounce and take everything away from her.

  Those few black-furred wind hounds were indeed just following obediently behind the witch. From time to time, they stuck out their tongues, and drool dripped from the corners of their mouths. The witch in front of them had already become their dinner for tonight, now what needed to be considered was the magic that this witch could release.

  These Wind Hounds have already suffered in this regard, although the female witches look less powerful and their flesh is relatively tender. However, each time if the target has not died yet, the suicidal magic they release at the end makes these Wind Hounds pay a painful price. Many of their companions have died under the demon tribe's desperate counterattack. Therefore, sufficient vigilance has also been generated.

  If these wind hounds knew that the Bohman in front of them didn't have the slightest ability to cast spells, they would probably have directly knocked her to the ground and torn her delicate neck with their sharp teeth.

  Fortunately, they knew nothing, and the witch girl Bao Man was able to have a small breathing space.

  In fact, Bao Man had long been unable to move, but she still insisted on moving forward. This was not just to survive, but because Feng Quan was a pack animal. If there were a few behind her, then the number of Feng Quan around the nearby adventurer camp would not be small either. In case something unexpected happened in the camp, she could forget about herself, but what about Bao Jia...

  In order not to stop his footsteps, Bao Man took many measures, even including "wasting" his own stored water to stimulate himself. In fact, it was just desperately gnawing on ice pillars to stimulate himself to keep his spirits up.

  The wind hounds were very patient animals, they could even spend several days waiting for someone to die. So when they found their tracks had been discovered, they simply continued to follow Bohman with a leisurely stroll, occasionally letting out a low growl to stimulate Bohman, wanting to test how far the witch girl was from her limit.

  But to be honest, Bo Man herself doesn't know why she can walk so far, logically speaking, her limit should have been reached long ago. Every time she thinks it's better to give up and wait for death on the ground, she always fantasizes about Bao Jia and others being attacked by these winds without any defense.

  Then Bao Man would suddenly feel a thread of strength in her body, enough to support her continuing to walk mechanically forward, and on.

  The mist in the forest dissipated unknowingly, but soon condensed again in the forest, and then slowly disappeared...

  The Wind Hounds were starting to get impatient, but their prey didn't seem to have any intention of stopping at all. Had they misjudged the situation? Was this person who looked like a female witch actually just a detestable warrior, or else how could she persist for so long without even pausing? Some of the Wind Hounds had already begun to harbor such doubts and were eager to verify them.

  As he struggled to move forward in the thick fallen leaves, Boman suddenly heard the footsteps behind him become clear and rapidly approach. He didn't dare turn his head because some demons would bite their throat from behind when they turned around. All he could do was continue walking forward, but soon saw a two or three meter long shadow rush to his front and assume a blocking posture.

  "It seems that I have finally reached this point." Bao Man slowly retracted her stiff and numb footsteps, thinking with a tinge of sadness in her heart. The continuous walking in the cold wind had not only consumed all her physical strength but also blurred her thoughts. At present, Bao Man was in a state of complete confusion. If nothing unexpected happened, she would continue to walk slowly. But when the Wind Dog appeared before her and blocked her path, she didn't know what to do next.

  She had basically fallen into a state of powerlessness, and was probably unable to even free herself, let alone the fact that she was just a witch who didn't know any spells and didn't understand how to commit suicide.

  The dog in front of me is carefully using its sense of smell to probe. It must determine whether the prey in front of it can become food. And on the opposite side, the prey suddenly laughed.

  Bao Man didn't know why she was laughing, she just felt very relaxed, whether it was her body or the muscles on her face. As the wind wolves cautiously approached from the front and back, the witch girl simply sat down directly on the ground, startling those few mutated mongrels.

  "They... would actually be afraid of me..."

  "But I... am afraid of what..."

  Is it death? For a witch who is a member of the demon clan, death can sometimes be a luxury. Then what else could it be?

  How's Bao Jia?

  What's there to be afraid of, anyway? I'll probably never see him again. No more heartache from seeing him talk to this girl or laugh with that one. Friendship was something that stopped existing after we parted ways in childhood. His heroic act of saving himself is enough to make up for distracting the wind and rain.

  I'm so tired now, the champagne is round and bright, the trees beside me are swaying...

  No, it's not the tree next to me that's swaying, it's the entire forest that's swaying, the entire forest is spinning around itself. Spinning and spinning, dancing and clapping. What's strange is that this scene, which is obviously an illusion, doesn't seem ridiculous to Bo at all.

  If the previously quiet forest gave people a sense of many vengeful spirits stretching out their withered bodies, then the forests that are now fluttering and dancing in front of Bo Man's eyes do not look like vengeful spirits or demons at all, but rather like the barbarians called Pimon in the legend of Aiqin invaders.

  Clumsy, but full of shocking power.

  It's really a strange association... It seems that I'm really going downhill. Fu Man closed his eyes in self-mockery.

  It's not about giving up the struggle, action or even breathing. She just really wants to sing, for no particular reason, she just wants to sing. As if many notes automatically appear in her mind, eager to jump out of her mouth.

  Tonight's champagne is really round.

  Before closing his eyes, Bohman looked up at the sky and discovered a fact that he had neglected all night.

  Then, a melodious and ethereal song pierced the silent night sky, echoing in the dark forest, spreading far, far away...

  "It would be great if there was a piano now." Again, for no apparent reason, this thought popped into Bao Man's mind.