The ogre's body remained in its charging stance, taking a few more steps before crashing heavily to the ground, its head long since severed.
Seeing that the ogre was no longer alive, I plunged my hunting knife deep into the ground, then sat down on the earth, the exposed veins on my body gradually returning to normal.
Hahahahaha, in the end, I won!
Actually, although I looked terrifying just now, the physical exertion was immense. If the ogre hadn't chosen to flee and had instead tried to wear me down with a prolonged fight, the outcome might not have been so clear.
But speaking of which, why did I enter that state just now?
A question arose in my mind. The first thing I thought of was whether it had something to do with the Shepherd God's power I had absorbed from Pan Lili before.
The moment I thought of the Shepherd God, my first thought was that this guy wasn't completely dead yet, and was still consciously lurking within my body!
However, I quickly dismissed this idea. After all, I hadn't heard any strange sounds in my ear just now, and I had a premonition that I could freely control this power, I just hadn't found the knack yet.
After resting on the ground for a while, I stood up and prepared to head back.
The ogre's ugly head had fallen right in my path. Looking at that detestable face, I was about to kick it away when I suddenly remembered something and quickly retreated a couple of steps.
I had watched a documentary before where the host introduced that snake heads, even after being severed, still had nerve responses and could bite if approached, resulting in many deaths each year.
Although the ogre before me had no relation to venomous snakes, who knew what bizarre things might exist on this peculiar deserted island? It was better to be cautious.
I picked up two stones from the ground and smashed them fiercely onto the ogre's head until its face was caved in, only then was I finally certain that the creature was completely dead.
What bad luck!
I skirted around the ogre's corpse and continued towards the campsite.
The journey back was uneventful. In just half a day, I had covered more than half the distance.
As the sky began to darken, I sighed helplessly.
Traveling in the dark in such a bizarre environment was suicidal. Not only were there strange animals and plants on the island, but the most fatal factor was that although the weather was warming, the nights were still frigid, and one could easily freeze to death.
Pushing on through the night was impossible. As the sun hadn't completely set, I quickly found a cave at a higher elevation along the mountainside and crawled inside.
"Damn!"
With practiced ease, I used branches I had gathered from the forest to start a campfire, then took out some dried meat from my backpack, placed it over the fire, and prepared to have dinner.
While waiting, I couldn't help but recall the events of the recent period.
There were actually a few things that I hadn't figured out even when I left the Du'an tribe.
I hadn't really thought about it in detail during the battles, but reflecting on it now, which of the two explanations, the High Priest's or the Shepherd God's, was the truth?
As long as it didn't involve my life being threatened, I was still quite interested in these lost histories.
I flipped the dried meat over the fire and took a few swigs from my water flask, which I had taken from my backpack.
Actually, this wasn't what puzzled me the most. After all, things had already happened, and memories tend to distort with the passage of time. The true history was probably long buried beneath the dust.
Ever since I left the temple, there was only one thing that had been weighing on my mind: what were the follow-up plans of the High Priest and the Shepherd God?
Given my distrust of these two cunning old foxes, I found it incredibly hard to believe that the High Priest and the Shepherd God had died so easily.
These old monsters, who had lived for who knows how long, had a combined intelligence of 800, especially the High Priest, who had spent so many years orchestrating things in the Du'an tribe. Had he been doing nothing but eating dried rice all that time?
Thinking of this, for some reason, the old man in charge of managing the animal hides suddenly appeared in my mind.
When I first saw that old man, my intuition told me that he must have a hidden story, but I was too eager to find a way to remove the Mark of the Mother of All Creation imprinted on me at the time, so I didn't speak with him further.
Now that I think about it, the old savage's identity must have been extraordinary. After all, in such a peculiar environment as this deserted island, the only ones who could have lived to such an old age in a primitive tribe were either the High Priest or this old savage.
However, it was too late to dwell on these things now. I had already left the Du'an tribe, and if I found a way back to the outside world, I probably wouldn't have anything more to do with the people of the Du'an tribe for the rest of my life.
Seeing that the meat was cooked, I took the dried meat down. Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, I suddenly heard a sound coming from the depths of the cave.
"Drip, drip..."