Bloodhound's Regression Instinct

Chapter 45

A small cave that barely avoided the snow.

Habur was gasping for breath inside it.

“Vile and despicable imperial bastards!”

He clenched his back with his hand and cursed the knights and trainees in his tribal language.

The dagger that Yan had thrown was stained purple where it had pierced him.

It would have been nothing if it was a normal dagger, but...

“They used poison!”

The dagger that Yan had shot had poison on it.

At this moment, Habur’s breath was rough and his head was spinning.

If he had continued to fight there, the poison would have spread throughout his body and killed him.

Habur twisted his waist and began to neutralize the poison gas with the mana in his blood and muscles.