Bab 265: 264. The Third Demonic Tide_1

The Forest Ranger collapsed on the ground, blood spurting from the wounds in his hands but swiftly turning into ice, stopping the blood in a certain sense, yet his complexion was pale, as if he might go into shock at any moment.

What was most astonishing, however, was that even so, his cheeks twitched, and he writhed on the ground like an insect, crawling towards the dagger, trying to let the dagger pierce his own body.

When he realized he couldn't do it, he began to hit his head against the ground, trying to kill himself.

"No, no, save me, please help..."

But when he lifted his head, Jonah twisted his fist, and the Forest Ranger lost all his strength, collapsing limply to the ground.

"Thank goodness I have a habit of keeping a Mage Hand."

Jonah felt somewhat relieved, but even more worried.

With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned some straw and felt, wrapping up the injured man, then packaged him up altogether, lifting him up through the air.

"Magic is so amazing!"