Pushing aside the bushes in front of you, a crystal clear forest stream appeared in front of you.
Both sides of the stream are covered with large and small stones, and the bottom is also covered with pebbles. After years of water erosion, it has become smooth and round, and wisps of green water plants are swaying with the water.
Yun Luo looked around and quickly looked towards the bottom of the water.
A flag is sinking in the water, stuck on pebbles of different sizes, swaying unsteadily.
"It actually fell into the water. No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for a long time."
Yun Luo muttered to himself.
In order to prevent another accident of cutting off the beard, she did not hesitate this time and immediately walked over and fished the flag out of the water.
The flag has been completely soaked, with drops of water dripping down.
Fortunately, the texture of the flagpole is relatively heavy and will sink into the water, otherwise it would have been washed away by the stream.
Yun Luo wrung out the water on the flag, turned it over and saw that the words "Three Hundred and Thirty-Three" were embroidered with gold thread on the back.
Although he didn't know what the use of this number was, Yun Luo intuitively felt that it might be related to the next assessment.
"Now that the flag has been obtained, the time is almost up. Let's go back early."
This will save Jun Wuchen from worrying.
Yun Luo thought to himself, then put away the flag, turned around and walked back.
However, she had just reached the edge of the jungle and had not had time to get out.
A gust of wind suddenly blew.
The wind carries a strong smell of blood.
This is... the smell of human blood?!
Yun Luo's heart sank, and he rushed out and was standing on a slope in an instant.
Looking down from the height of the slope, you can see a dazzling dark red.
Like a bloody battlefield, the open space was spattered with blood. Casualties could be seen scattered everywhere at any time, and all kinds of weapons fell around.
Yun Luo just took a quick glance and happened to see a scarred warrior not far down the slope running away in panic. He was clutching a flag that had been dyed dark red in his hand tightly covering his chest. "Leave the flag!"
"Kill him!"
"The flag is mine!"
Behind him, there were actually more than a dozen warriors chasing after him, all of them with ferocious faces flushed red, holding blood-stained swords and weapons in their hands, and they kept shouting and killing.
The warrior was seriously injured, and it seemed that the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted, as if he was at the end of his strength.
But he still refused to give up and kept running forward. Blood was splashed on the ground in large amounts along the route he ran.
"Where to run!"
"Go to hell!"
Two roars came from behind.
The two warriors soared into the sky at the same time, slashing at the warrior in front with each sword.
"Ah——!!"
The warrior in front was unable to dodge at all, and was struck by one sword after another in an instant. He screamed and fell to the ground. The flag he held tightly in his hand fell to the ground mixed with blood.
"Hahaha, the flag is mine!"
The warrior using the long sword laughed excitedly, and the long sword was still deeply pierced into the loser's body. He didn't bother to draw the sword, let go of the handle, and couldn't wait to bend down to grab the flag on the ground.
Just then, "Pfft!"
The gleaming sword tip pierced out from his chest and instantly penetrated his heart.
The warrior's excited smile froze on his face, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell on the flag.
"Grab the flag with me and go to hell!" The warrior standing behind him had a ferocious look on his face. He pulled out his long sword and kicked the corpse away.