Chapter 119 Endgame

"You are mine! You are mine!"

I kept telling myself that I was a terrible hunter, and it was well known that I had no choice. I lowered my whole body below the branches and leaves and continued to move closer.

Fifteen meters, fourteen meters, thirteen meters.

This buck was eating so deliciously. I was so close to it, but it didn't react at all. I was secretly delighted. I even started to think about how to eat the leg meat and belly meat of such a big buck. Oh, forget about the penis and give it to Andrew. He needs a big tonic. But whether it works or not is none of my business. My goal is also the plump buck thigh.

Twelve meters, eleven meters, ten meters!

"brush!"

I don't know if I stepped on a branch on the ground or made some other noise, but the stag suddenly raised its head and stared at me with its dark eyes. The whole process scared me so much that I almost dropped the lance in my hand.

"Gurgle"

Damn it! What I never expected was that at this most critical moment, my stomach actually started to growl. The whole scene instantly became awkward. It must be because I hadn't eaten for too long. The fragile stomach was tortured by stomach acid. Not only did I feel a little depressed, but I also didn't have much strength. But this doesn't mean you can't make excuses for failing at the critical moment! "Hua La Hua La..."

I was too close, and the thunder-like roar alerted the stag, who suddenly looked up at me again, not expecting me to get so close. The frightened stag jumped up, flew over four or five trees, and disappeared into the jungle in the blink of an eye.

“Don’t run!”

The fat meat that was about to be in my mouth just escaped. Besides, there was only this one living thing in such a large forest. If it ran away, there would be nothing left. I shouted at it, knowing that the shouting was meaningless, but I forgot about my hungry stomach and followed it with all my strength.

As expected of a four-legged creature, it ran like a gust of wind. I was no worse, because without the heavy armor on my body, I could move very lightly. I chased it with all my strength, knocking aside the bushes that blocked my way. The stag was right in front of me. It was running away, and I was chasing it.

Strangely enough, this stag has muscles all over its body, but it can't run very fast. I was more than ten meters away from it. It seemed to be waiting for me from time to time, running and stopping, as if teasing me. It kept changing directions in the middle. This is a way of escape learned by the hunted. I don't know if it is effective against wild wolves or tigers, but it tortured a two-legged creature like me very painfully.

I ran and gasped for breath, but the smell of corruption in the air became stronger and stronger and almost suffocated me. What was going on?

Smelling this unusual smell, I felt a little doubtful in my heart, but no matter how many doubts I had, they could not compare to the temptation brought by the stag in front of me, which made me feel real.

I couldn't stop because I refused to give up so easily. The buck was right in front of me, and I chased it desperately. I just felt that the stench in the air that made me feel very uncomfortable and I was used to it.

As I walked forward, I could smell a pungent smell. For someone like me who had just come down from the battlefield not long ago, this foul smell immediately reminded me of rotting corpses. I think this is what all the survivors on the battlefield can associate with it.

"There are dead bodies, and lots of them. Very many!"

As I ran, I kept thinking about where I was. I had no idea where I was. I had been drifting on the Rhine for too long and was probably past the Roman controlled area. The only thing I was sure of was that I would never meet the Burgundians again. I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

The stag running in front of me did not stop for a moment. I saw it suddenly leap up, and the powerful force made it fly into the air as if it had wings, passing over the bushes that were as tall as my whole body. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, leaving me with only the branches of the bushes that were still shaking.

“Damn it!”

I was very depressed because I was hungry and exhausted after such a strenuous run. I couldn't run anymore. The feeling of hunger in my stomach came again. I admitted that I had used up all my strength and couldn't run anymore. I couldn't run anymore.

"I tried my best, Andrew!"

An inexplicable sense of loss overflowed from my heart. At this moment, I fell to my knees as if all the blood had been drained by something unknown. My throat was filled with a disgusting fishy smell. I picked a leaf next to me and put it directly into my mouth to chew, not caring whether it was poisonous or not.

The bitter taste instantly dispelled the fishy smell that had occupied my mouth, although the process was very painful and the fishy smell in my throat could not be dispelled at all. I spit out the chewed leaves, used the short lance as a crutch, and stood up little by little.

Looking back, I could no longer see the road I came from. I took a deep breath, and the unbearable stench made me want to spit out all the air in my lungs. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and nose.

"What on earth is this? Why does it stink so bad?!"

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The smell did make me a little uneasy, but there was one good thing, which was that my stomach, which had been protesting constantly, calmed down. I patted my belly, held the lance in my right hand, covered my mouth and nose with my left hand, and, driven by curiosity, walked towards the direction I thought the smell was coming from.

After pushing aside the bushes that were in the way, there were more bushes piled up in front of me, but the smell of decay was even more unbearable.

I wiped my tearful eyes, gritted my teeth and continued walking forward. I even heard the noisy "buzzing" of flies. It seemed that my association was about to be confirmed!

As expected, when I pushed aside a bush with my lance again, I saw blood on the leaves of the bush in front of me. The blood had turned black, which must have been because a long time had passed. I saw a hand under the bush, which did not scare me, really. As someone who had experienced bloody battles, I was able to maintain a good psychological quality towards this corpse.

This hand was a severed hand, with white bones exposed at the fracture. The muscle tissue on it had decayed to the point of turning black, and huge flies were crawling on it from time to time. Oh my god, it was really big, much bigger than what I had seen in the outdoor toilet. And the white maggots born from the flies were wriggling in the highly decayed flesh. They were really fat! I continued to move forward, pushed aside the blood-stained bushes, and finally, I saw the source of the stench.

I shook my head, trying not to look at such a disgusting scene.

(End of this chapter)