In a dense forest more than ten kilometers away from the small valley, a tall general wearing dark green leather armor stood under a tree and looked at the not-so-lofty hill in front of him. He frowned and then turned his head. He asked, "Are you sure he is hiding here?" His tone involuntarily showed a bit of condescending arrogance and majesty.
His face, etched with the traces of time and weather, shows that he is no longer young, but whether it is the leather armor carefully made of wretched leather or the approximately rectangular heavy sword held in his right hand, there is blood and blood all over it. Killing, showing his powerful strength, and around him, there were seven or eight elite warriors who looked no worse than the temple guards. Their sophisticated equipment was even better, and they were all full of energy. Their eagle-like eyes stare closely at their surroundings, and if there is any sign of trouble, they will not hesitate to pounce on them and tear their enemies into pieces.
Next to the general was a short scout, less than half as tall as the general.
Scouts are a small special race that does not belong to any force. The reason why they are called scouts is due to their unique talents and abilities in collecting and spying on intelligence. They usually accept employment in this area. They don't have a strong body or huge strength, but they are just flexible and shrewd enough. Although the jungle is dangerous and full of ferocious alien creatures, with their innate keen perception and rich experience, the scouts can always Avoid them in advance. They are the elves in the jungle. If the scouts clash with the samurai head-on, then maybe ten scouts are no match for the samurai. But if the battlefield is in the jungle and there is no limited area, then the scouts can completely let go. It is possible to kill ten samurai.
"Your Majesty, we radiated outward from the destroyed base of the alien race and surveyed an area of nearly hundreds of thousands of square meters. It was only recently that we locked onto this place. Sir, you didn't find that there is anything different here compared to other places. Is there any difference?" the scout said respectfully, his eyes moving around wildly, even revealing some cunning and slickness. Perhaps feeling the strong iron-blooded aura on the general's body, he kept a certain safe distance from the general without leaving a trace. .
"It's different." Hearing what the scout said, the general couldn't help but frown. He looked around at the dead jungle, but didn't find anything unusual. Then he took a deep breath. The air he inhaled seemed to be no different from other places, but Suddenly he seemed to have remembered something and said in surprise: "There don't seem to be any strange creatures around here."
With the scouts leading the way, he could naturally avoid all kinds of ferocious alien creatures as much as possible, so he didn't pay too much attention at first, but standing here, he couldn't even hear or even feel the screams of the alien creatures. If there is no breath of alien creatures, that would be a bit abnormal.
"Sir, you are indeed wise. We found that with this hill as the center, almost no alien creatures can be seen within a radius of nearly 100 kilometers, but alien creatures from other places do not dare to enter this area, as if this is a place of death. Therefore, we concluded that the devil from hell must be hiding in this place,"
After hearing this, the general squinted his deep-set eyes and looked at the mountain peak in front of him, the shrubs, the bare forest, and the undulating weeds. Everything looked the same, but after thinking about the scout's analysis, it seemed that He felt that it was full of weirdness, and he had to admit that what the scout said made sense. Others might not pay too much attention to these details, but after the scout sorted out and connected them bit by bit, the clues suddenly became clear. , although the scout did not actually see the so-called devil, the general believed that the devil's lair was most likely here, and only where the devil was present would the originally vibrant jungle turn into a dead place.
"Bio, you have done a good job, I will reward you well," the general said, patting the scout on the shoulder with satisfaction.
The scout's face immediately burst into smiles. Lord Gusno was famous for his generosity, and the reward this time must have been extremely generous. It was not in vain that he led the other scouts through the dangerous jungle for four full days. moon.
But before the smile on his face faded away, he suddenly felt a huge shadow pressing down on him. He was shocked, but before he could react, he heard a "click" and his throat was crushed. He fell softly to the ground full of weeds and thorns. The remaining vitality made him open his mouth wide, but no sound came out. Only his eyes were wide open full of fear and astonishment, and his body was shaking with death. , and then returned to peace, and even to his death he never understood why Lord Gusno would kill him.
The warriors scattered around acted as if they had not seen anything, and were still concentrating on guarding the surroundings. Even though they had just heard the conversation between the lord and the scouts, and knew that there were almost no strange creatures nearby, they still did not relax. Be careful, anything can happen in the depths of the jungle. Even though they are elite warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, they dare not slack off at all.
Taking out a cloth and wiping the hand that crushed the scout's throat, Gusnow raised his head and glanced at the hill not far away, and then ordered expressionlessly: "Dig a hole and bury him, and then we go back."
A samurai immediately chose a place without many roots and branches and started digging a hole. The sharp claws were no less than the weapons in his hands. When he dug down, a small hole was formed.
Another warrior who was closer to the general hesitated for a moment, and then said in confusion: "Sir, we went all out to make this trip just for this devil. If we just go back like this, wouldn't it be a waste of time?" It seems that Somewhat unwilling.
"Meng En, you don't understand this." Perhaps because of the relatively close relationship, Gusnow said patiently: "The devil is from a foreign land. The temple has killed so many of them. He must be very hostile to us. If you are hostile to someone and go to him rashly, you may cause him to misunderstand and cause unnecessary conflicts, which will backfire. You must not rush this matter, take your time,"
The warrior named Meng En nodded in understanding.
In a short while, the pit was dug. It was not too deep, but it was enough to bury the scouts. The excavated soil was filled in, and then it was covered with some branches and vines. Those who didn't know would never expect that there was actually a person buried underneath. people.
Just as Gusnow was about to issue the order to set off, the calm expression on his face immediately changed and became extremely gloomy. He immediately pulled out the big sword in his hand and quickly circled around, but found nothing. , asked with a dark face: "Who knows where Suan has gone?"
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one could answer, but they had seen it just now, but why did a large living person suddenly disappear quietly, as if the world had evaporated? You must know that Fu'an's strength ranks among the top three among them. Even the lord cannot kill him without their knowledge. Moreover, even if he dies, there should be a body, but now there is no way. There was no trace at all. Such a strange thing made each of them feel a chill in their hearts.
For a moment, everyone unanimously thought of the devil. Only the devil from hell could silently take away the devil. What frightened them the most was that if the devil really did it, does that mean they could kill him at any time? You can become a second person anywhere.
They are all brave warriors who are not afraid of death. Even if they die on the battlefield, no one will frown. But the mysterious disappearance of a strange thing like Fong'a under their noses makes them all fearful and subconsciously I just want to leave here, leave this land of death.
The wrinkles on Gusnow's weather-beaten face were deeper. The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and he scanned everything around him with his narrowed eyes. It felt as if there was something invisible hiding in the dark, observing them coldly. , after thinking about it, his face relaxed a little. He took off his helmet, put down the sword in his hand, and signaled others to put down their weapons, and then said sincerely to the jungle: "Dear distinguished guests from a foreign land, we I have no ill intentions in coming here. I just want to cooperate with you and establish a strong friendship. Otherwise, we won’t be the only ones here. We have a common enemy. I believe that if we join forces, we will be able to overthrow the evil. The temple allows people to regain their new life and freedom..."
He said it three times in a row, and his voice continued to echo in the jungle, but he did not receive any reply. The surroundings were still deathly silent, so quiet that it was heart-stopping. Gusnow sighed lightly, then waved his hand feebly and said: "Let's go," his voice suddenly became extremely dry, as if he hadn't drank water for several days.
"What should I do?" Meng En asked, his face pale and cold sweat breaking out, but he swallowed hard.
"He," Gusnow said with a wry smile, "can only hope for his own good. If he can't come back, I will take good care of his family." After that, he shouted again: "My name is Gusnow." , is the great lord of the Weston Federation, with tens of thousands of elite warriors under his command. If you change your mind, you are welcome to come to the Weston Federation to find me at any time. I believe there will be something you are interested in..."
After the group of people gradually went away, the leaves swayed slightly, and then Ma Jianyao suddenly appeared at the place where the scouts were buried, carrying a warrior who was unknown whether he was alive or dead. He looked at the place where the group of people disappeared with a complicated expression, and then said meaningfully. He smiled and said: "Cooperation sounds interesting,"