Blood of Mercury

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The setting sun hung slantingly, and a girl with short light purple hair was out of breath running small steps in the jungle.

She was petite and looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. The small part of her exposed skin was fair and delicate, and there was no calluses on her slender and small hands. The skin was so delicate that at first glance it looked like it was exuding a slight halo. She was wearing a set of brown soft leather armor decorated with white fluff, her **** were slightly raised, and the small animal leather boots on her feet were already stained.

A leather scabbard hangs around her waist, but there is no sword in it.

As the girl fled, she couldn't help turning her head back and looking back in fear. Her big amber eyes were full of fear, and she was already full of tears at the moment, as if she would cry in the next moment.

At this moment, the shrill wolf howling sounded behind her, and the girl stepped into the small pit in shock, her center of gravity slanted suddenly, and she fell heavily to the ground.

If it wasn't for her lack of strength, running would also be exhausted, and she would be able to fly straight away.

"Ugh..."

Feeling the sharp pain coming from her right ankle, the girl was like a wounded beast, and finally she couldn't help sobbing.

While whimpering, she rolled herself into a ball on the ground, trying her best to suppress her crying, and stroking her sprained right ankle.

Lilia felt like she was dying.

I shouldn't have followed those "adventurers" who were not a few years older than me out of the house.

Because of what they said at the time, "The White Wolf Cemetery is a safe area anyway", "I have to come out occasionally", "Maybe I can find treasures" and so on, Lilia was also moved.

Looking at the group of adventurers wearing handsome equipment and holding beautiful weapons, Lilim never thought that they were just trying to trick a trainee druid to accompany him.

This group of young adventurers accidentally discovered the hidden mechanism of the White Wolf Cemetery, but did not want to tell the news to others. In their minds, it was so similar to the beginning of the saga sung by the bards that they hadn't thought about it at all. Whether he has the ability to open up wasteland in an unknown area.

In other words, because it was the White Wolf Cemetery, they subconsciously ignored the possibility that there might be anomalies here.

This is the tomb of the first-generation Grand Duke, how could no Druid have blessed this place—with such a fluke mentality. The young adventurers gathered in high spirits and invited Lilim.

Because of some strange superiority, they didn't even recruit any stalkers. In the team of twelve people, apart from Lilia, the apprentice Druid, there were only three hunters. All the rest are warriors.

Among the twelve people, only one was a black iron rank, eight were formal ranks, and the rest were novices who had not obtained the assessment. No one in the entire adventure team had any knowledge of disarming traps. The dry food was only one day’s worth, and even cold light torches were not prepared. The only light source was three homemade torches made of firewood borrowed from villagers’ homes.

When Lilia learned about this, it was already after entering that "hidden place". She immediately realized the huge risk, and tried to persuade the adventurers to go back and prepare to come again, but because a guy who was wandering around hit a trap, the heavy obsidian door fell directly. They were immediately engulfed by the darkness.

There is no way out, in order not to starve to death, they can only go forward and explore in a tense atmosphere.

But it was different from what they imagined - in a short corridor, three people died tragically because of the trap. It was not even five minutes before they had just started their expedition.

At that point, they started to fall apart.

Although it was later reorganized, two people still lost their will and decided to stay at the entrance and wait for someone to call for help when they passed by. The rest started to move on.

However, they soon discovered that the trap-filled corridor was just an appetizer. The monster she encountered behind made Lilia almost collapse.

Hordes of walking corpses, armored black fog, visions of wolves. And the terrifying wolf with the great sword in its mouth. Lilia and her party were killed in pieces without any decent resistance. Fortunately, Lilia's vines had found the exit and ran out with the last two.

The wolves and the giant wolf did not seem to be able to catch up, but the walking corpses chased after them at a slow but steady speed.

After temporarily escaping. Facing those powerful walking corpses that could not be resisted at all, the three of Lilia chose to split up and flee. Disperse your goals, hoping the walking corpses will lose you.

But such a decision seemed like a joke in front of those walking corpses.

In theory, the walking corpse should judge the enemy according to the strength of vitality. That's why they ignore the undead.

Lilia still remembered that an adventurer thought of this rumor. He took out a dagger and stabbed it into his stomach, making him weaken quickly.

But those walking corpses seemed to have their own will, sauntering and sauntering past, killing him who couldn't run mercilessly on the spot.

The next story is Lilia's escape route. But she found sadly that no matter how far she fled, she could always see them stalked far behind when she looked back. Those walking corpses drove Lilia slowly like sheep, waiting for her to run out of energy.

"Ugh..."

If so, does it make sense to run away?

Lilia thought sadly, and after the pain in her feet eased slightly, she supported the tree and stood up slowly.

She doesn't want to die yet.

Maybe she will eventually be caught and eaten... But as long as she has a little strength, Lilia wants to die a little later, even if it is a second later.

She fell into a pit before, her left knee hit a piece of fine gravel, and she even slipped a short distance due to inertia. Now her left leg is covered with blood, and there are a lot of sand and stones embedded in the flesh, stuck with blood and mucus.

Lilia didn't feel much pain. She only felt that with every step she took, the wound on her left knee warmed slightly. In comparison, the right ankle was more painful. Even if I rested for a while, there would be bursts of pain when I walked a little faster.

She sobbed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked forward step by step, holding on to the tree.

But at this moment, she heard the crisp sound of breaking branches from a distance behind her.

- It's over!

There is no doubt that because he was walking too slowly, the walking corpse caught up!

The last thing Lilia could do was look back and see what the walking corpse that was about to kill her looked like. She didn't want to die in confusion.

But at this moment, a silver streamer flashed to her right, and Lilia hadn't even come to realize what it was. The walking corpse in front of her was suddenly burned to ashes by the silver-white flames.

As if provoked, more walking corpses made low threatening sounds, and one by one they emerged from the jungle.

However, a gentle and reassuring voice sounded behind Lilia:

"Rest in peace-" (To be continued.)