On Earth, Sui Xiong's motherland has a very famous allusion, saying that children are flowers in the garden and grow up vigorously under the sunshine and warmth of the motherland.

In this other world that is obviously very lacking in warmth, young buds will not thrive as they grow up. Some wither, some wither, and some will bloom but not bear fruit... There are also a few, although they bear fruit, but they are a strange one.

Look, the orc nicknamed "Blood Hand" in front of me is a typical weirdo.

"Let's hand him the 'Legend Treasure', otherwise he will massacre innocent villagers... Gerald, is this guy's head water or is he mentally abnormal?" Sui Xiong thought for a long time, but he still couldn't understand this god-like logic, so he could only ask without shame.

However, Gerald couldn't give a reasonable answer, and he was puzzled.

Kindness does not mean stupidity. Just find some villagers who they don’t even know and take hostages and threaten them... This is simply an insult to their IQ!

"What do you want to say?" Gerald couldn't help asking, "Why should I use precious treasures in exchange for you not killing these villagers? I will just destroy you, isn't that enough?"

Ruer obviously expected him to answer like this, and smiled proudly: "You can indeed kill me, but I have already dispersed my subordinates. As long as you don't give me the bracelet, they will soon intercept and kill all civilians who can be killed!"

"Do you care about that mere treasure? Or the lives of innocent people?"

His smile was bad and mean, his thick nose almost raised, and his sticky spit flowed down his fangs, emitting a disgusting odor in the sun.

Gerald laughed so much that he was going to punch him in front and help him rebuild, and be a good person in the next life - if anything - but Sui Xiong stopped him.

"Haha... I've never seen such a shameless person!" Sui Xiong sneered, murderous intent was everywhere, "PK, but I'll kill me with the newcomer who leveled up? Haha... Haha... If you don't kill him, you can get out of your account, so that he won't dare to go online again in his life. I can't understand my thoughts!"

"What are you going to do with your majesty?"

"Give him the bracelet." Sui Xiong said coldly, "I will notify you when the matter is resolved."

Gerald was shocked: "What?! Give him the 'Void Gaze'? Give this despicable and shameless villain?"

"Give it to him. Then you turn around and leave, don't look back."

From Sui Xiong's gloomy tone, Gerald realized something and shivered secretly.

He understood that this outrageously bad orc robber completely angered His Majesty the Great Void Mask, and that what awaited this guy would be an extremely tragic ending.

He angered a true god, and then foolishly brought the sacred objects that the true god incarnated as a boarding place by his side. What would happen to such a foolish guy?

The kind Gerald was no longer willing to think deeply, and he was afraid that thinking too much would make him have nightmares.

He took off the bone bracelet on his right wrist and threw it at Ruer. He was too lazy to see the greedy robber catch the treasure in a hurry, and then turned around and left in a ecstatic manner.

He walked very fast, on the one hand he was unwilling to witness the tragic ending that was about to come to this guy, and on the other hand he felt even more disgusting.

The orc robber's behavior is no longer evil or ugly, and it is as disgusting as rotten stinky meat. Gerald asked himself that he was not a fly or a manure-eating worm, and he really couldn't force himself to stay with such things.

Ruer was too lazy to care about this stupid bad guy. At this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the bone bracelet he had just obtained.

This treasure is indeed as the news he received, containing powerful magic power. Although it seems that the magic power is not dazzling on the outside, it seems that it is only a product that adventurers who have been in the world for a few years can afford, but when he holds the bracelet in his hand, he can feel that the magic power contained in it is so abundant, it is simply endless!

He wanted to put the bone bracelet on, but found that it was a bracelet for the giant, but it was too big for him to be used as a bracelet. After thinking about it for a while, he hung it around his neck and used it as a collar.

Although...even if used as a collar, it seems to be a little bit larger.

But he no longer cared. When he put on the "collar", he saw a white light flashing in front of him, and then he felt endless power surge from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to have become extremely powerful, extremely confident, and omnipotent. For a momentum, he was quite heroic, "If the heaven wants to destroy me, I will go against the heavens; if the god wants to stop me, I will kill God." With the momentum, even the surrounding plants and trees trembled at it and bowed their heads to surrender to him.

"What a good baby!" He couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he turned around and looked at his subordinates and asked proudly: "What do you think of this baby?"

The next moment, his smile froze on his face.

What caught his eye was not his subordinates who had been with him for many years, but his soft and sticky pieces of flesh that were waving countless tentacles and making strange screams.

Ruer exclaimed, subconsciously took several steps until he hit a tree before he stood firm again.

But he immediately felt something was wrong. The feeling of being heard from his back was not the hard touch of the trees, but a soft and sticky feeling that it seemed to stick to his body.

He hurriedly struggled hard, and finally broke free from the sticky thing. Looking back, he saw that there were traces of trees where it was supposed to be the woods, all of which were dancing wildly, big and small, in a mess.

Looking closely, there were still faces on those tentacles, and those faces seemed to look familiar.

He couldn't help looking more carefully, and saw that the originally vague faces gradually became clear. They were covered in fluffy and hideous, with thick noses, fangs outside their thick lips and scars on their faces...

Suddenly, he woke up.

That was the faces of his subordinates and members of the Orc Wolf Knights!

At this moment, all the faces that were not clear enough suddenly became clear, clearly all of them were familiar faces! But there was no normal ferociousness and obedience on these faces, but they were full of fear, even more dead, with the blue and white unique to the corpse.

Ruhr roared loudly, drew out the scimitar quickly, and was on guard carefully.

"You...what are you?" He roared angrily, waving the scimitar to encourage himself, "How dare you play tricks in front of the Blood Hand, believe it or not, cut you into pieces!"

A strange laugh suddenly rang in his ear. He slashed at the place where the laughter came without hesitation, but it was empty.

Turning his head, he looked at him with an orc face but full of tentacles. A monster with no fixed shape was floating in the air, looking at him with his dead eyes.

The sound of sharpness as if a cat's claws were tearing and scrambling steel came from what seemed to be the neck.

"Come back, come back to us."

One by one, one voice came from all directions, repeating “Come back, come back”. These voices were high or low, old or young, but they were all dead and could not hear any vitality.

However, if you carefully distinguish it, you can clearly hear endless joy from those sounds.

Ruhr let out a fierce scream, waved his scimitar, and rushed towards the least direction of the monsters.

As a habitual bandit, of course he is afraid of death, but even if he dies, he must not die at the hands of these strange monsters!

His intuition told him that if it falls into the hands of these monsters, it is difficult to die!

"King of all beasts (God of Orcs), please bless me!" He prayed and ran forward desperately, wanting to leave those monsters far behind.

However, for some reason, he was already running wildly, but he did not feel like he was moving forward at all, and the surrounding scenery did not change at all.

When I looked down, I saw that there was not solid soil under my feet, but something wriggling, and even cold mucus flowed on the surface of the thing, spreading through his instep.

Ruer screamed wildly, waving his knife to cut in all directions. Although he couldn't cut anything, he seemed to have regained his courage in this way, and even stood firmly under his feet.

"Come on! Mr. Ruer is not afraid of death!"

Those things with strange tentacles but with his face soon approached. Although their power was not very large, they were both sticky and tough. When they were sharp magic scimitars cut up, they often couldn't even cut out a mark.

Ruer, who had been forced into a desperate situation, gritted his teeth and slashed desperately. If one knife doesn't work, he would just slap two or three; if he doesn't rely on the knife alone, he would punch and kick, and even bite with his teeth.

He no longer remembered how long ago it was when he was so embarrassed last time. His thoughts gradually became chaotic and became vague, as if they were filled with semi-solidified oil, sticky and vague.

I don’t know how long it took, his scimitar was no longer in his hands, his hands and feet had lost their strength, and even his innate weapon, the teeth, were sore that they could not bite.

The things full of tentacles finally defeated him, entangling him tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His vision gradually began to blur, and the extreme fatigue caused heart and lung pain every breath. However, compared with the pain from deep in his head, the pain in his chest was nothing.

The pain that came from the deepest part of his head was so sore and itchy that he wanted to smash his head with an axe, pick out all his brains, and throw them all to the ground and stomp them.

But he could no longer do anything, so he could only watch a huge tentacle with a blurred face slowly approaching him. At some point, a big mouth full of tiny teeth appeared on the tentacle, and countless small teeth rubbed against each other, making sharp sounds.

For a moment, he felt that he should pray, but his mind, who was trapped in chaos, could no longer give a clear answer.

Who should I pray to? How should I pray? He doesn't remember it at all.

The next moment, he even forgot about "praying".

When he was entangled by the tentacles and sent to the huge mouth, he finally saw the face of the huge tentacles clearly.

That was his own face.

The last trace of clearness in my thoughts collapsed, leaving only endless sticky chaos. The bandit leader, who was already alone in a human body, grinned and showed a strange smile.
Chapter completed!