Vol 3 Chapter 9:

The original food for the Mutated Wind Dogs was the corpses of these poor and hungry demons. Although the flesh of those corpses was frozen hard by the night breeze, it was definitely soft and delicious compared to the more weird Ao Beast corpses. As for why those wind dogs don't hunt for live food, it's purely because they have poor combat effectiveness, both single and group, and are naturally sensitive and suspicious, so they can only be hunted by others.
　　 However, after chewing the corpses of the Demon Race, these Wind Dogs can not only accurately determine which Demon Race is about to die, but also begin to boldly attack some dying demons.
　　 So, Bergman happened to be the target of the wind dogs this time.
　　If you change to someone else, you might even just regard those green lights as the cold flames of the undead. But Bergman was different. Although her eyes were not so good, she had witnessed the scene where the Wind Dog dragged away the undead demon wanderers.
　　 These wind dogs may seem inferior to others, but they are irresistible executioners for those dying who have lost all spells or physical strength. The reason why the Wind Dogs were able to obtain similar opportunities was actually the result of deliberate indulgence by some lower-level residents in the demons' towns. Most of the lower-level residents are also serving as guards in shelters.
　　 Under normal circumstances, although refugee shelters are run by nobles, don’t mention those silver-eyed lords who have a good face, and even the family members or attendants in their house will not devote themselves to the shelter work 24 hours a day. Basically, a large part of the shelters are managed by local unemployed people. The nobles only need to pay wages on time and provide daily necessities on time. They never worry about details.
　　 So, if the guards have a good time, it's fine, but if someone is unwilling to share the same food with the refugees, they will find a way to deduct and sell the shelter supplies, then the refugees' lives can be imagined. Once a person is killed in this situation, how to quietly dispose of the body becomes a problem for the guards.
　　The appearance of the wind dog makes it seem that both sides have untied a certain lump in life. The guards were embezzled, the refugees were killed, and the wind wolves were digested. After this complete system was established, the guards' life was much better, and the wind dogs developed a bad habit of eating the demons.
　　 The refugees who made trouble and disobedience were either thrown out to feed the Wind Dog, or they were ordered to watch the predation scene of the Wind Dog in its entirety. Bergman was weak when he was young. Although he did not actively violate the guards' orders, he often suffered various punishments because of his slowness. Even watch the wind dog eat people.
　　 Bergman has been threatened more than once, if he is not obedient, he will throw her out to feed the wind dog. So even if there was fog in the woods tonight, even though she was dizzy and exhausted after the long journey, she still recognized the mutant ausculties behind her at a glance.
　　 So she must not stop at this time, no matter how slow she moves, she must keep going.
　　 Because those wind dogs generally don't move living creatures, but if someone is about to die, they will directly rush to bite the corpse. With Bergman's remaining physical strength, he would never be an opponent of these guys. And even when she had the most physical strength, she couldn't deal with a mutant wind dog, not to mention the three hungry heads behind her.
　　 So, even though he hadn't rested at all, Bergman gritted his teeth and insisted on taking up the burden and set off. Stepping deep on the forest ground with one foot shallow, Bergman's legs are as heavy as lead at the moment, but she must move on.
　　 Because I don't know if she will stop and take a rest next time, the wind dogs will pounce and take everything from her.
　　 Those black fur dogs are indeed just following Miss Lich obediently. With tongue out from time to time, saliva dripped from the mouth, dripping. The lich in front of him is sure to be their dinner tonight, and now what needs to be worried about is the magic that the lich can release.
These wind dogs have already suffered from this aspect. Although the female witches seem to be less powerful and the meat is relatively tender, each time if the target is not completely dead, they finally release suicidal magic. All made these wind dogs pay a painful price. Many of their companions died under the demon's life-saving counterattack. Therefore, sufficient vigilance is also generated.
　　 If these wind dogs knew that Bergman in front of them didn't have the slightest ability to cast spells, I'm afraid they would directly threw Bergman to the ground in the morning, and then directly tore her soft neck with sharp teeth.
　　 But fortunately, they don't know anything, and the lich girl Bergman has a small respite.
　　 In fact, Bergman had long been unable to walk, but she still insisted on moving her pace. This may not only be for oneself to survive. But because the wind dog is a social creature. If you can add a few behind you, there are probably a lot of wind dogs around the adventure group camped nearby. If something happens in the camp, you can forget it, but Bogart...
　　 In order not to stop his footsteps, Bergman took many measures, even including
waste
his own water to cheer himself up. In fact, it was just trying to chew on icicles to stimulate one's energy.
　　Wind dogs are very patient animals. They can even spend a few days waiting for a person to die. Therefore, when they found that their tracks seemed to have been dismantled, they simply assumed a posture as if they were walking in a leisurely courtyard and continued to follow Bergman, and from time to time they made a low roar or two to stimulate Bergman, and wanted to take the opportunity to check it. How far is the Lich Girl from the limit.
But to be honest, Bergman herself didn’t know why she could walk such a long way. It stands to reason that her limit should have been reached long ago, but every time she thinks it’s better to give up, and when she is about to fall to the ground and wait for death, They would always imagine Bogart and the others being attacked by these wind dogs unsuspectingly.
　　 Then Bergman would notice that a trace of strength was accidentally produced in her body, enough to support her to continue walking forward and down mechanically.
　　 The fog in the forest dissipated a lot without knowing it, but it didn't take long for it to gradually condense in the forest, and then slowly disappear...
　　The wind dogs have become impatient, but the prey in their eyes does not mean to stop at all. Could it be that you made a mistake here? This guy who looks like a female lich is actually just a hatred of warriors, otherwise, how could he persist for so long without stopping? Some Wind Dogs have already had the above questions, and they can’t wait to verify it.
　　 So Bergman, struggling among the thick fallen leaves, suddenly heard the footsteps behind him become clear, and he was approaching him quickly. She didn't dare to look back at all, because some demons were directly bitten by the wind dog that came up from behind when they turned their heads. She could only continue to walk forward, but soon saw a two or three-meter-long figure rushing in front of her and posing a blocking posture.
　　 "It seems that I have finally come this far." Bergman slowly retracted his stiff forward pace, thinking sadly in his heart. The continuous forward movement in the cold wind not only exhausted her energy, but also blurred her thinking. Bergman is now in a state of utter confusion. If there were no accidents, she would go on slowly. But when the wind dog appeared in front of her to block the way, she didn't know what she was going to do next.
　　, who has basically fallen into a state of disengagement, may not even be able to achieve self-liberation, not to mention that she is just a lich who does not know any spells, and does not know how to commit suicide at all.
　　 The wind dog in front of him is cautiously using his sense of smell to try. It must determine whether the prey in front of it can become food. On the opposite side of it, the prey suddenly laughed.
　　 Bergman doesn’t know why she laughs, she just feels that she is relaxed now, whether it’s her body or her facial muscles. When the Wind Dog on the opposite side tentatively approached, and the Wind Dog was slowly approaching herself behind her, the Lich Girl simply sat on the ground directly. The mutant were taken aback.
　　 "They... actually fear me..."
　　 "But I...what am I afraid of..."
　　 is death? For a Lich who is a demons, death is sometimes even a luxury. So what else?
　　Bogart?
　　 What's so scary about, anyway, I guess I will never see him again~EbookFREE.me~ I don't have to worry about talking to this girl anymore, talking to that girl happily. Friendship has long ceased to exist after the separation in childhood. He saved his heroic behavior, and now it is enough to compensate for the wind dog.
　　 I am so tired now, the shampoo is so round and bright, the tree next to me is shaking...
　　 No, it's not that the tree next to it is swaying, it's the entire woods that is swaying, it's the entire woods that is spinning around. Turn and turn, dance and beat. Strangely, this apparently hallucinating sight is not funny at all in Bergman's eyes.
　　 If you say that the original quiet jungle feels like a lot of undead stretching out their thin bodies. So now these woods dangling in front of Bergman and dancing crappy dances are not like undead or demons at all, but like the barbarians named Beimon among the legendary Aegean invaders
　　 Clumsy, but full of shock.
　　 It's really a weird association... It seems that I really can't do it. Bergman closed his eyes mockingly.
　　 is not to give up struggling, acting or even breathing. She just wanted to sing, but for some reason, she wanted to sing. As if many notes appeared in her mind automatically, she couldn't wait to jump out of her mouth.
　　 The shampoo tonight is really round.
　　 Before closing his eyes, Bergman looked up at the sky, and then discovered the fact that he hadn't paid attention to it all night.
　　 Then, an ethereal and mellow song cut through the silent night sky, echoing in the shadowy jungle, spreading far, far away...
　　 "It would be nice if there was a piano at this time." Still not knowing why, this thought came to Bergman's mind again.