“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
There were about forty-five moles around, and each one was very scary in size, especially when they were surrounding her, staring at her and squeaking.
With her own strength, how can she solve the current dilemma
Kill all these 40 or 50 moles? These moles are obviously mutants, so it may not be that easy to deal with them.
Just as I was thinking about it, I felt a gust of wind coming, and a mole on the left squeaked and suddenly pounced on me.
She endured the pain coming from all parts of her body, glanced sharply, and swung the dagger in her hand instantly. A faint red aura of mysterious energy passed through the air along with the sharp attack of the dagger, and with a whoosh, it stabbed at the mole.
At this moment, the other forty or fifty mole rats squeaked and suddenly pounced on her, surrounding her and biting her.
“Hiss!”
The pain made her cry out. The biting of forty or fifty moles did not slow down the speed of the dagger in her hand at all. At this moment, she roared like a god of death, spun her body, and swung the dagger, stabbing and pulling it out. There was only one belief in her mind, and that was to survive!
"squeak!"
"Squeak..."
There were more and more dead gophers on the ground, and the gophers surrounding her no longer dared to approach her.
Because, around her, the corpses had piled up into a small hill, and the strong smell of blood filled the dark space.
And she was wet and warm, it was her blood, and also the blood of the moles...
"Come on? Don't you dare to pounce on me?"
Her voice was cold and evil, and her eyes swept towards the retreating moles with a sharp and chilling look. The bloodthirsty aura and blood all over her body made her look like a bloody god of death. The terrifying bloodthirsty aura alone made the remaining moles dare not move forward.
"Don't dare? Ha! I haven't killed enough!"
As soon as the bloodthirsty and cold voice fell, she moved, and the dagger with a cold glow and a sharp breath stabbed at a mole again, at such a fast speed that it had no time to dodge.
"squeak!"
With a shrill scream and a spurt of hot blood, another mole died under her dagger.
“Squeak!”
The remaining dozen or so screamed and fled into the caves in panic.
She pursed her lips and glanced at the caves, then she took steps one by one in the direction of the breeze, leaving footprints and drops of blood with each step...
After walking for nearly half an hour, the first thing she heard was the sound of flowing water, and then the gradually brighter light. Because of the flowing water, the air was a little more humid. Although she was in unbearable pain all over her body, she still gritted her teeth and walked step by step until she came to the water.
It was a deep pool, with no visible bottom but very clear. The water was running, but no one knew where it was flowing.
But there was no road around here. The light was slanting down from overhead, as if I was at the bottom of a deep valley. The cliffs were covered with moss because of the flowing water, and there were some vines hanging around.
He glanced at her and then looked away. What he had to deal with now was not how to leave here, but his injuries.