Vol 2 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 of here"!
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 devil wolf is to tear the gold and crack the stone. Even though the blood claws have attached a layer of squirming plasma to their hands for defense, when the devil wolf’s upper and lower jaws are closed, the blood claws’ arms are clear The sound.
　　 "Damn, damn, damn, get out of me, get out of here"!
The huge demon 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 demon wolf who received the punk command is extremely brave and fearless of death, even if the blood claw is born. Pulling a wolf leg from the devil wolf's body with his left hand, the devil wolf also bit on the blood claw's arm and refused to let go.
　　 Blood Claws watched the other three demon wolves turned and rushed towards him. The life energy in his body was burning like grease thrown into a brazier. He finally became desperate about the matter of "being together".
　　 "Sure enough, I am not a fighter".
　　 Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the blood-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, and the second giant wolf even bit the blood claws. Left hand down.
　　 So far, all of Bloodclaw's calculations have been completely lost. From the beginning to the end, he has not had time to get close to punk, and the long-simmering self-destruction is 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 various colors appeared in the air, but the dark clouds rushing over seemed to tell. The curtain call is coming.
　　 "It looks like 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 the bloodclaw's self-detonation is as powerful as 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.
　　 "Blood Claw, no matter how you are struggling, it is just as fleeting as the big fireball that swept across the sky, 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 did not faint, his complexion became more and more low, and he intuitively told him that something must have happened to him. As a fourteenth-level spellcaster, he "Illusion" can never appear in his thoughts for no reason, even the side effects of "activating medicine" are impossible.
　　 Something must have happened, it can never be a mere illusion"!
　　 "Anyway, get rid of the enemy in front of you."
　　Punk gently shook his head to temporarily suppress the intuition in his heart. He didn't say much, but blankly released the prepared "kinetic energy cone" to the blood paw.
　　 In the desperate gaze of Bloodclaw, the kinetic energy cone easily pierced his head. Until this moment, his self-detonation had not been released.
　　 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. Finally, 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 one breath.
At this moment, the effect of the "activation 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 intense soreness, and his brain sang even more. 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 and rest.
But punk has no time to rest now. Not only can he not rest, but he still has to keep tensing his spirits and be ready to deal with danger at any time, because... he is 100% sure-just now, his own thinking was 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 is going on, what happened just now"?
　　Punk ordered the three magic wolves to form a circle around him, and he himself fell into deep thinking, or read his own memory deeply.
This kind of mental dissonance cannot be caused by punk not paying attention to it. You must know that he is not only a spellcaster with extremely powerful spiritual power, but at the same time he is blessing the outer layer of his soul anytime and anywhere with a formal level spell strengthened by magic compression" In a sense, it is more difficult to influence punk’s thinking silently than to directly kill him.
　　 "Memory, memory, something must have happened twenty-five seconds ago."
Punk closed his eyes and was immersed in his own memory. He began to recall a memory of at least twenty-five seconds in his mind over and over again~EbookFREE.me~Bloodclaw made an assault, I ordered the magic wolf to intercept, the sky is extremely Quickly fly over a huge fireball, I prepare the spell, the spell is ready, I kill the blood claw... the blood claw performs an assault, and I order the magic wolf to intercept..."
　　 The more I recalled, the frowning of punk's brows became tighter, because in his mind, this memory could not be normal anymore, there was 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 in 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 magic vortex in the pupils of punk spins extremely fast, and he takes out an alchemy potion in a test tube-a concentration potion from the storage ring.
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 curing 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 "focus 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.