I was dizzy for a moment.

The short sword stabbed at the left side of the small abdomen, but the part that actually stabbed into the flesh was not long.

In the nick of time, the ice prism that burst up blocked most of the knight leader's force, and the frozen ice mist also made his body stiffen at the last moment, otherwise this would have been a piercing.

I covered the wound with one hand and dragged the sword hilt with the other to prevent it from falling down and causing secondary damage.

The knights coming from the rear were already within visible distance of my face.

It's okay, I can get away.

It's okay, I can get away. Just hold on, just hold on a little longer.

The leader of the knights lying on the ground was already being helped up. I use the smoke to push me to meters away. At that moment my wound was teared by that move with pain coming from the wound.

My face was pale, and fine droplets of water seeped out of my forehead.

"Ah ......" I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

But this finally pulled away again, but it wasn't enough. With my current running speed, I would soon be caught up again.

Without even looking back, a large range of ice prism with a "click" sound appeared up into the sky, the air suddenly condensed into an ice fog, and the grass and trees everywhere froze.

Once the ice is formed, it can only melt naturally, hopefully blocking the pursuers behind us for a moment.

Bearing my injuries, I took a few quick steps forward, raising black smoke to leap another large distance, and continued to release ice fog behind me in the process.

During the process of being wrapped in black smoke and taking to the air, my body felt like it was being held by some force, and the speed was very fast, and the adjustment movements made to ensure a safe landing were quite large. After several consecutive leaps down, my face was pale, my teeth were chattering, sweat was dripping down my cheeks, and tears were flowing out of my eyes from the pain.

Continue, one more time.

Blood dripped down my thighs to the ground. I didn't care, and I didn't even want to remove the marks.

Already in the forest, hang on a little longer, go in a little further. I can't fall down now, I have to make sure they can't find me.

But can't really jump anymore.

I limped deeper into the forest, and every time I moved a step, I pulled my wound, and stopped to take a breath when the pain became too much.

After a period of intermittent advancement, I looked back again, and the grass and trees behind me were overgrown, and the knight's figure was long gone.

I think we've lost them now, and I'm relieved.

This jungle is somewhat like a tropical primitive rainforest, with a variety of ancient and exotic trees of a thousand shapes and sizes, and the damp ground is covered with leaves and weeds.

The jungle is a bit like a tropical rainforest, with a wide variety of ancient and exotic trees, and the moist ground is covered with leaves and weeds, and it is either full of moss, diamond-edged rocks, or soft, slippery mud and rotting wood, making it very difficult for my bare feet.

The air around is quite hot and humid, and the vines are blocking in front of us, making it more difficult to move forward.

Then it would be good to take a break.

The time was approaching dusk, and it looked like it would be completely dark in a short while. The complex terrain coupled with the cover of night was certainly a better thing for me to do.

I found a green stone to sit down and took off my cloak. I don't know what kind of material it is woven with, and it feels very delicate in my hand. The cloak is printed with a beautiful light golden flower in the upper center, and around the flower is a complex pattern, only the color is lighter, so it's hard to notice if you don't look closely.

The bearded swordsman's cloak was too long for me, just long enough to tear off part of it to bandage the wound.

I immediately grabbed the hem, compared it to my calf, and ripped it off with one hand.

I tore it as soon as I could!

I tore!

...... What kind of cloak is this, why is it so strong.

Turning the head and wondering for a moment, then the right hand condensed a sharp ice prism and stabbed and scratched at the cloak, and after a long day's effort, it could not easily cut the hem.

I am tired, the quality of this cloak is really good, it seems that the cloth art in this world is very advanced.

Wiping a handful of cold sweat from my forehead, I twisted the torn poncho into strips and bit into my mouth, took a deep breath, and gripped the hilt of my short sword with both hands.

"Hoo-"

Slowly exhaled, eyes determined ......

Taking another deep breath.

I took several deep breaths.

"......"

What to do, I was afraid to pull.

I used to watch TV and there would always be another person next to me in a similar situation shouting don't pull out! And you'll die! --The guy in TV is actually in coma after pulling the sword.

Will the blood spurt out like it does on TV, and then my eyes will roll over and I will never see the sun again?

I was a little scared.

But it's not a problem if you don't do anything.

Seeing that it was going to be completely dark, I decided to pull it out after half a day.

With my eyes closed and my teeth clenched, my hand holding the hilt of the sword gave a violent push and pulled out the short sword.

"Mmm-!!!"

The intense pain made me stifle a grunt, and beads of sweat dripped from my forehead.

Blood once again gushed from the wound that had stopped bleeding, but it was not as exaggerated as I thought it would be.

I quickly spit out the poncho I had bitten in my mouth and wrapped it around my waist to wrap the wound tightly.

The knights of this era are still relatively honest, and their weapons do not come with deadly designs such as barbs or bleeding slots, and the stabbing is not deep enough to hurt internal organs, so it's not a big deal as long as the bleeding is stopped, but it hurts.

After dressing the wound, I put my cloak back on and rested on my back on the boulder for a while before I felt like I had regained some strength and could finally move on.

I stood up with great effort, looked at the cloak that only reached my ankle, and nodded with satisfaction. I don’t care though the hem was torn by me and it was jagged, some of it was not very pretty, but at the moment I had nothing to cover myself except this.

The feel of nature is in the air, and there are no more enemies.

The dark cloud of death that had been hanging over my head lifted, and my nerves finally relaxed, and I felt thirsty and hungry.

There are a lot of things to eat in the forest, but the first priority is to find water first.

The thought of water made my mouth grow thirsty.

So I braced myself, closed my eyes and listened carefully.

The sound of nature is like a symphony in my ears, and the sound of water is like a sweet sounding accompaniment.

On the left!

I followed the sound and passed through the countless tangled vines.

After a short time, a clear stream opened up in front of my eyes.

After gradually getting used to the powerful sensory ability that made me uncomfortable, its usefulness came into full play.

Without this unusually sharp five senses, I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived here, much less found water so easily.

The two deer that were resting by the creek jumped away in fright, but did not go far, instead they were somewhat curious and looked at me as an unexpected guest.

The stream was clear to the bottom. I picked it up and drank it. After that, I felt no strange taste.

After quenching my thirst, I washed the mud off my feet again and stood up to look at the big tree standing next to me, which had green fruits on it.

The taste of the fruit is not sweet and even a bit sour, but it does not affect my peaceful and tranquil mind now.

The branches of the giant tree are thick and strong, stretching outward in all directions.

I leaned against one of the trunks, eating the fruit in my hand and humming an unknown tune.

It is late in the day, and the moonlight is spilling through the gaps in the leaves, and the night sky is dotted with stars in all their splendor.

There are two moons in this world, one large and one small hanging between the vault of the sky, rendering the night quiet and transparent.

Ah, I have come to the other world.

This moment feels incredibly real.

The jungle at night is full of peace and tranquility.

After a big battle, a deep sense of exhaustion came over me, and I threw away the leftover fruit kernels in my hands and found a comfortable position to rest.

Then I saw the starry torches lit up not far away.