The roar of the human stick stimulated Cesare's eardrums, and the boy felt his heart beat faster. The blood from his limbs suddenly surged to his brain, making him dizzy and ringing in the ears.
It was difficult for Cesare to think seriously anymore. He could only distinguish the message that Anya was in danger from the harsh sounds.
Cesare never told Anya the purpose of his journey. Anya has been accompanying him without any knowledge until now, and has encountered countless dangers without complaining at all.
Even without Anya, Cesare is not sure that he would be able to reach this point... God has taken away too many things from him, many of which are beyond repair, but at least he doesn't want Anya to fall into misfortune because of his own affairs.
Time was running out, and his consciousness was reaching its limit. Cesare was not sure at what moment or second he would fall. He only knew that when he stood up again, he would no longer be himself.
Cesare jumped into the carriage, leaned close to the eyes of Polonius, and wisps of mycelium dripped on his face that instinctively trembled.
"Take me to him." Cesare almost couldn't recognize his own voice, but he no longer paid attention to the changes in his body. Five "fingers" grabbed the collar of the human stick Polonius and violently raped him. The carriage was torn off.
This was as relaxing as possible, and he rushed into the woods again in a few steps. His body was as light as paper. In the forest, Cesare even felt that he could move forward quickly without stepping on the ground, as if he was walking among the trees. Flying at low altitude.
Polonius was shaken to the point of retching, but he kept pointing in the direction. "This way! Keep moving forward!" Since he had no arms, he could only shake his head as a direction indicator.
Cesare looked at him with his peripheral vision, making sure that he was not going in the wrong direction. He had long lost the concept of time and still felt that running was too slow.
So he climbed up a thick tree in a few clicks, dug his fingers deeply into the trunk to stabilize his body, and then leapt forward continuously jumping between the trees. Even the squirrels were caught in the rush of the forest. The black shadow fell from the branch in fright.
"It's right in front!" Polonius shouted.
The heavy fog had almost completely dissipated, and the surrounding trees became sparse, forcing Cesare to fall down. He groped forward with a stick in his hand, and the moonlight splashed down as his vision became empty.
But what appeared in front of him was not the figure of Captain Claudius, but only the endless fields.
The land was desolate with weeds and rotting stench, and only the rotting remains of the rice plants still retained a hint of what a field should look like.
The land in the fields is dry and cracked, the mist is drifting, and there is no life at all. A few dead trees are growing here and no one is taking care of them. Only a few crows are chirping randomly on the branches, as if mourning the desolation here.
"Further forward, a little further!"
Cesare gradually became suspicious as he looked at the dwarf he was carrying in his hand, but then he thought that if Anya wanted to find the Hunyadi family's castle, she would indeed have to go through this field. Although the air here was dull and depressing, everywhere she looked could It's wasteland.
Cesare stepped forward. Although there were only crows hovering in the sky around him, Cesare always felt that something was staring at him, which gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.
"Go forward...yes, just keep going forward like this, making pitter-patter footsteps like a little rabbit." Polonius laughed sinisterly a few times, and his proud tone made Cesare pause. Feeling bad.
It seemed that something was following him behind him. Looking back, he saw a "scarecrow" appearing on the way he came from.
It lowered its head and remained motionless, its slender roots dug deeply into the mud, its arms were raised horizontally and spread out, and its whole body looked like a large cross stuck in the field.
Cesare blinked in confusion. Did he remember it wrong? It was the mycelium that was affecting my eyes, causing me to not see just now.
"What's wrong, keep walking. My leader is right in front. As long as Claudius is killed, the girl will be safe!"
Cesare turned his face back in doubt and continued to walk forward on the mud. Behind him, there was the sound of loose soil everywhere. The sound was getting closer and closer. Cesare had no choice but to Look back again.
He had obviously walked a certain distance, but the "scarecrow" was still not far behind him, keeping the same motionless posture. What was definitely wrong was...
There were more of them, one, two, three! Unknowingly, there were three "scarecrows" behind him. This time Cesare paid careful attention to his side. There was absolutely no trace of the other two "scarecrows" just now.
Seeing the three "scarecrows" surrounding his retreat, Cesare swallowed and felt a sharp pain in his throat. He turned around and started running desperately, trying to get rid of the disturbing things.
His speed is very fast, and the muscles in his legs seem to have received some unknown blessing to make them more elastic. Not to mention the "scarecrow" stuck in the soil, even the running horses may not be able to catch up with him.
But the uneasy feeling rose from behind again. Something was very close, close enough to touch the back of his neck.
Cesare turned around suddenly, and was instantly frightened into a cold sweat. The "scarecrow" was three meters tall. He bent over and touched the face without features to the tip of Cesare's nose, allowing Cesare to finally see clearly. Find out what the "scarecrow" is.
There wasn't even a straw on its body, it was all wriggling hyphae. It was a one-legged monster standing in the field, its open arms swaying in the wind, as if it was trying to grab something, and seemed to be holding something strangely. dance.
This time it was not just three, but countless numbers that surrounded the road Cesare came from, making it suffocating.
They stood beside Cesare and kept the same posture motionless, but their slightly raised faces seemed to be staring at Cesare, waiting for him to turn around again to enjoy him.
This "scarecrow" is different from all the monsters encountered before. The magic power on it does not look like an infected creature, but is as pure as the mycelium itself. They are the real monsters.
Cesare stared at each of them who were about to move, backing up cautiously, as if they would not make any movement when being watched.
But Polonius, the stickman, was not at all frightened by the terrifying scene. Instead, he twisted his body excitedly, took advantage of the opportunity when Cesare was frightened to break away, and let himself fall heavily in the mud.
Cesare didn't know why this man suddenly went crazy, but he didn't dare to look away from those "scarecrows".
Polonius rolled in the mud, laughing crazily as he crawled toward the "scarecrows". The wounds on his body burst open and bleeded all over the ground.
"Yes, that's it! I finally found it, the story is true! The secret of the Hunyadi family is true!"
The mycelium slowly climbed up the body of the stick like crops growing rapidly in the field. Those slender threads tied Polonius tightly and crawled in along his mouth where he was laughing wildly, and then his nostrils. Ear canals, even eyes.
The hyphae were constantly invading his body, but he didn't care at all and was instead excited like a complete madman.
"The story really didn't lie to me! Someone had to be a rabbit and walk across the fields to lure them out, thank you Cesare! Thank you for being a rabbit and being that bait!"
