The agony visible on the face of the Trampler rolling on the ground was heart-wrenching, as if he had been poisoned.
The Trampers carefully examined their comrade and found no injuries on him, then they glared viciously at Douglas.
"What exactly did you do to our comrade!"
"I did nothing; he charged at me like a wild boar, and then this happened!" Douglas said calmly, without a hint of panic, as if he was confident of victory.
"Bastard, I'll make you pay!" the leader of the Trampers roared angrily.
"Boss, there's a worm on Peterov..." After thoroughly examining the Trampler rolling on the ground, they had made a discovery.
The leader leaned in and saw a worm crawling under his comrade's skin.
"It itches, it itches, it itches! Save me, save me!" The Trampler named Peterov was pulling at his skin forcefully, seemingly trying to tear off the entire layer of his skin.
The leader of the Tramplers was enraged upon seeing the situation: "So this bastard is actually a lowly wizard!"
