Son of the Olden Days

At nightfall the next day, Saul suddenly felt that his illness seemed to have escalated, and he had even gone beyond the scope of the illness.

If vomiting, diarrhea, and weakness were just physical symptoms, Saul felt an incomprehensible pain at night the next day, and the pain seemed to increase over time.

This strange pain has no specific source. It seems that every pore in the body is hurting. And this kind of pain is intermittent, wave after wave, starting from the head, and then gradually spreading to the whole body.

At first, Saul didn't pay much attention to it. He forced himself to eat something without appetite and drink some hot water from the hotel. He thought that he was just suffering from the wind and cold during the journey, and he just had to carry it and passed.

After nightfall, Saul gradually realized that the situation was getting worse.

Because he had never heard of anyone suffering from wind and cold that would cause such severe pain. He had never had such pain in his life. Sometimes it seemed that his fingers were cut off, or his hands and feet were severely broken, and sometimes he felt bones removed from his body. Draw it out directly.

Sol leaned against the wall of the hotel room, slumped on the ground, his face pale and green, and his cold sweat had already soaked the lining. But he couldn't do anything. Just fighting the pain in his body had consumed all his mental and physical strength.

The next morning after the death, the pain seemed to be relieved finally.

Then there was a violent fever, and Sol felt that he could fry eggs on his head. The high fever began to make him unconscious, and he could only crawl onto the bed in a daze, trying to use sleep to relieve his discomfort.

I don't know when I fell asleep, or even if I fell asleep. The whole person has been in a half-dream and half-awake state, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and unable to think about any problems.

On the next night, Thor suddenly jumped out of the bed, and then slammed his head against the wall.

The pain started again, and it seemed that from the beginning of the pain, the symptoms of the high fever disappeared strangely.

The resuscitation thinking and perception began to become sharp again in the face of the terrible pain. Thor even missed the drowsiness of the high fever, at least not feeling anything, and didn't have to suffer piercingly here.

At all times, he was mobilizing all his mental and physical strength to fight every trace of pain that could not be escaped. The thinking is full of dangling, there is no space for him to think about whether he is going to die or not.

In the middle of the night, Saul was already shaking with pain, and he felt that he might not be able to resist it. So I started hitting the wall with my head, the amplitude became larger and the frequency became denser.

In the end, I didn't know if I knocked myself out, or if my physical strength and spirit reached the limit, the whole person finally fainted successfully. Before he fell into a coma, he vaguely heard the door knocking and cursing outside the door, as if his movements affected the rest of others.

On the third morning, the pain finally disappeared temporarily, and the high fever no longer, but the cold began again. Sol felt as if he was standing naked in the coldest days of the winter, soaking in the most icy deep water.

He put all the extra clothes on his body, then wrapped in a blanket, walking through the streets like a bloated monster, and found the local herbalist in Embers Town.

When the pain and illness struck, Thor also tried to administer all the healing potions and antidote he had formulated, but it didn't work. So he can only find someone who is good at dealing with diseases when he can still move a little bit.

Although pharmaceutics and herbal medicine have similar parts, they have always been two fields.

Pharmacy promotes the use of extracting and mixing the essence of various plants to produce wonderful effects, and is dedicated to the healing of internal and external injuries. Herbalism uses the natural power of plants to prevent and cure diseases through boiling and concentration.

Sol suspected that he was ill, so the pharmacy aspect was of no help to his condition, so he could only find the herbalist here.

However, after the herbalist inquired about Sol’s symptoms, he just shook his head, threatening that Sol did not look like he was suffering from a disease, and finally tentatively gave Sol two packs of herbs at Sol’s request.

After drinking the terrible concoction, Thor curled up in the hotel room and wrapped himself tightly, fighting the cold while waiting for the wheel of fate to spin. He suddenly felt that this would not work, he had to do something, before the fever had completely deprived him of his ability to think.

In case the herbal soup he drank had no effect, and in case his symptoms continued to worsen, everything seemed to be unsure. He didn't dare to gamble or gamble, because it would cost his life.

So Saul got up decisively, opened the door of the secret realm of the samsara dungeon, and rushed into the secret realm.

He must try his luck, go to a bigger place and a bigger city while he is still a little active, and seek the help of scholars.

It's a pity that Thor's decision came a little later, and the fever hit again before he could find someone else's door as soon as he entered the secret realm. His thinking began to become chaotic, he could only hold on to the wall, and moved with difficulty with his gradually diminished vision.

I don't know how long it has passed, and it feels as long as it has been for many years. Gradually, Thor knows that he is about to faint, and his body functions are about to forcibly cut off his thinking.

This has nothing to do with will, like even if you have the will of steel, can you bear countless hunger? you can not. You may be able to sustain your hunger longer than others by your will, but the end result is still starvation.

Thor knew that once he was in a coma, everything would be over, because this was a secret realm, and a monster that came up could kill him. But it's useless to know. The consciousness is gradually moving away. He can't even tell whether he is walking or staying where he is.

At the last moment, Sol saw a figure appeared in front of him.

At this moment, he couldn't see whether it was a person or a monster, but he still struggled to get close to the opponent. The figure didn't evade, maybe it said something, but Thor couldn't hear it at all.

He stretched out his hand and stroked other people's cheeks impolitely, feeling that the other person was a man with a beard, and he also touched the sword of someone else's waist. Sol was relieved, this seemed to be an adventurer.

"Brother, send me to town!" Sol grabbed a handful of silver wolf from his coat and stuffed it into the opponent's hand, then passed out completely. He didn't explain which town the other party went to. Now those are not important. The important thing is that he can't faint in the secret.

In a daze, Saul felt like he had a dream.

He dreamed that he had come to a strange place, the ground was filthy black, and the walls on both sides were very special, because those walls were all made up of heads.

Some of those heads seemed to be human and some didn't seem to be. Whenever Thor passed by them, they would rush to tell Thor. It's just that the content of the words they spit out is vague, and even if Saul listens carefully, there are only a few words.

Is this dream again here? Saul murmured.

In fact, not only this dream, but also another dream I had previously dreamed about, a skeleton suddenly and inexplicably resurrected from a cemetery. These two dreams didn't know when they started, and they kept recurring in Thor's sleep.

At first Saul didn't care too much. Although the recurrence of dreams seemed a bit abnormal, he only attributed the whole thing to the quality of sleep. After all, this is just a dream, and there is no overlap with reality.

There was still not much difference in the dream this time. Thor walked through the wall of heads one by one in the dream, one of which seemed extremely active. He yelled at Saul, his various expressions constantly changing on his face.

Sol subconsciously leaned over his ears, trying to hear what he was saying, but like many times before, the whole dream collapsed suddenly.

When Sol woke up again, he found several horses snorting around him, and he seemed to be sleeping in a stable. There were horse dung and haystacks around, and he was on the haystack in the corner.

With the recovery of consciousness, the piercing cold soon struck again, and Thor hurriedly wrapped his clothes, and then tried to connect his memories.

He seemed to faint in the secret realm of the samsara dungeon, and finally met an adventurer with a beard, gave him some money, and asked him to bring himself to the town.

Thor looked at himself at this time, and almost everything on his body was missing, including the steel sword behind him, the change potion in his coat, and the blood curse.

Maybe it was the adventurer who sent him back, or maybe there was a tramp or a thief who had approached him when he was in a coma. There is nothing to complain about, at least they left clothes for themselves, and these trivial things are not worth mentioning compared to their lives.

Sol's only luck was that his storage ring was still there.

He would usually wrap his fingers together with the storage ring tightly with a bandage to make a small disguise, which looked like his fingers were injured, but today it is clear that this habit has saved his life.

Because of my own money, all important items, everything is in the ring.

There are usually few stables in small places, so at this moment, he is likely to be taken to a fairly prosperous city or town. Thor struggles to get up and continues to run for his physical condition.

At night, the terrible pain hit again as promised.

"Timo...Timo!" Sol sat leaning on the hotel floor, released the skull of Timo, and shouted hoarsely, but Timo didn't respond, apparently still sleeping.

This time, Saul felt that he might not be able to make it through.

"Have you ever seen a monster that shed blue blood? I am already!" In a daze, Saul seemed to be back in the mausoleum, while Shuggs was sitting in the aisle opposite and said desperately.

"Brother, we are the same now, so good, puff~~~!"

Saul smiled sadly, and then perhaps because of the twitching of his chest, a mouthful of blood came out at last.

It's just that the blood sprayed on the ground is green.

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