The group of people didn't climb very fast, mainly because of the drag of the wild boar Amedeo. If Prell hadn't followed closely behind him, his speed would have been even slower.
About midnight, the group climbed over the first hilltop and discovered a small col between the two hills. A small low tree grew stubbornly here, and there were several small bushes under the shade.
of green grass.
Prell said: "Let's take a rest first!" After hearing this, Amedeo immediately sat down without any image, panting heavily, probably because he felt uncomfortable sitting, so he directly
Lying on the ground.
Prell ignored him, took out his water bag, took a sip, and said, "I'll go ahead and explore the way first!" Then he climbed up to the second hill.
The mountains and hills in the Barrens are generally not very high in altitude. It is difficult to judge the specific height by visual inspection. Prell only guessed that it may be around 1,000 meters. There is almost no vegetation on the mountainside, but there is one advantage. The ridge is relatively gentle.
So the mountain road is not particularly difficult.
The second hilltop was slightly higher than the first one. When Prell climbed over the second hilltop, under the faint moonlight, he let out a sigh of relief.
On the west side of this unnamed small mountain range, there are two lower hills. Looking from here, the dots of waves in the distance are the large lake in the center of the Sweet Water Oasis. Surrounded by the black dots of waves, there are also scattered
A little faint firelight.
So Prell retreated, found the col where Belga and the others were resting, and said, "Let's camp here!" They brought plenty of water, and although there was not much dry food, they were all smoked at will.
The dried meat started to smell a little stale due to the hot weather.
But no one was picky, especially Amedeo. As soon as Belga handed him the dried meat, the wild boar man ate it hungrily, as if he wanted to eat back all the hunger he suffered from the centaur.
Although he was his slave, Prell had never abused this skinny wild boar man. At least he always had enough to eat. This allowed Amedeo, who wanted to escape but had no chance, to find a temporary place for himself.
A self-soothing excuse to stay and follow.
After a silent night, Prell spent another whole day climbing over the mountains to observe carefully. His far vision was insufficient, but he could still roughly see some things. So after resting for a whole day during the day, they continued to take advantage of the night to start the rugged trek.
mountain road.
Because it was facing away from the direction of the sea breeze, sparse vegetation began to appear on the west side of the small mountain range, mostly low shrubs, and occasionally one or two low trees. With Prell and his party
His height and body shape can barely hide it.
Slowly approaching like this, they finally came to the mountainside, which was only a mile or two away from the Sweetwater Oasis. From here, they could vaguely see the centaur tents and their activities, and rested for half a mile.
In the afternoon, Prell continued to take advantage of the darkness with his friends.
The entrance to the Wailing Cave cannot be seen from the mountainside. Prell just roughly chose a direction based on the large groups of bats flying out at dusk. This time they walked directly to the foot of the Sweetwater Oasis, which is only a few hundred meters away.
Straight-line distance, and then once again hidden in the bushes on the mountainside.
These days are the few days since following Prell that I can't make a fire. I can only eat hard meat jerky with an increasing taste and drink the saved water. However, Belga, Snu and the little harpy
No one has any complaints. No matter what, as the leader of this team, everyone has utmost trust in him.
Amedeo was wrapped in a blanket and lying in the bushes. After more than two years of being a centaur slave, he also learned to endure, but he still harbored fear and fear, and was extremely panicked.
It was another difficult day. Prell asked everyone not to move around, so except for peeing and defecating, they hid in the bushes until another dusk fell.
After continuous long-distance observation, Prell has roughly determined the direction of the Wailing Cave, and he is convinced that the centaurs definitely hid the food there. Because he noticed that just yesterday afternoon, those scattered around the oasis
All the centaurs gathered at the foot of the mountain, obviously to receive the distributed food.
So when a group of bats flew out in the night, Prell greeted his friends, stretched his body that was numb from lying down all day, and deliberately glanced at the wild boar Amedeo: "Old pig, you
If you don't want to follow, just stay here; or go back to the centaurs and tell them the news of our arrival."
Amedeo is not stupid, he could hear the murderous intent in Prell's words, and then said flatteringly: "Ah, master, I will follow you wherever you go. The wild boar Amedeo will always be your most loyal."
Servant!"
Prell curled his lips. He felt that this wild boar man who had sworn to Agamaggan was not trustworthy at all.
The intelligent races in this world still abide by the oaths they have made. This is true for kobolds and tauren. Even goblins, who are always cunning, will find various reasons even if they want to violate their oaths.
Or their oaths may be full of minor linguistic flaws from the very beginning.
This is a basic moral self-restraint formed by many intelligent races in their survival, but he felt that the oath of the wild boar was not that reliable, at least the same was true for the wild boar in front of him.
Originally, I brought Amedeo with me because I thought that this wild boar man had been among the centaur tribe before and might have a better understanding of centaurs. But now it seems that he is just a timid waste with a pig's head.
After making preparations, Prell led the team and carefully walked along the ridge and slowly towards the foot of the mountain. They stopped and walked, probably because the centaur was not good at climbing, or maybe the centaur felt that he had already climbed the mountain.
Having completely occupied this piece of land, the Centaurs did not send any personnel to garrison or patrol on the mountainside, which made Prell's infiltration very convenient.
When the centaur camp at the foot of the mountain fell into silence, Prell finally led his friends to the top of the ridge where the Wailing Cave was. It was overgrown with weeds. Under his whispered orders, Belga and Snu also began to move around.
Started looking for it.
The night vision ability of the kobolds is much stronger than that of the harpies and wild boar people. Lestalen stared at Amedeo warily, which was what the careful Snu quietly instructed him before leaving.
Amedeo felt uncomfortable being stared at by this beautiful little harpy with green wings, so he kept humming and looked at his hands and feet in a panic, wondering if there was something dirty somewhere.
By now, the cowardly Amedeo had completely given up on escaping. He didn't want to be captured by the Centaur again, and based on his knowledge, Barak Cordoban had been killed by Prell.
This former slave of a powerful Centaur family would definitely be killed by the angry and cruel Centaur, who would turn his huge pig head into a drinking vessel.
And with his hoof-shaped toes, climbing mountains is really strenuous work, so Amedeo has already resigned himself to his fate. After all, he will live a few more days, right?
Snoo quickly found the cave that Prell was talking about, so a group of people gathered over. The cave was dark, with dense grass and vines hanging from the top of the cave entrance, plus low branches around it.
, even if you pass by, it is difficult to find that there is a cave here.
Prell waved his hand, and a group of people followed him towards the cave. The soles of their feet were soft and moist, and more importantly, there was a smell.
Amedeo screamed, and then he was immediately punched on the head by Prell, and he did not dare to say a word anymore. A soft holy light enveloped the wild boar man, and Prell cast
A Holy Light spell.
With the help of the holy light, Amedeo could see clearly that the ground was filled with thick bat guano. Lestalen stuck closely behind Snu. She was also very scared, but at least she was not as scared as Amedeo.
Deo behaved like that.
Prell kept using the Holy Light spell for his teammates, and with the help of the short-lived light, they finally found a corner of the cave. Then they walked through the corner and groped to light the torch.
Different from what he expected, the cave behind the corner suddenly opened up, and the smell of excrement was not too strong, and there was a faint flowing breeze blowing. Prell happily looked at Belga who was holding a torch.
Jia nodded and shined the torch above his head.
A small group of bats hangs from the top of the cave. Probably a large group of bats have flown out to look for food. These bats were frightened by the movements of Prell and others. They huddled together in a dense group, and more than ten bats were flapping outwards.
Fly away.
This was an empty cave. There was a faint beam of moonlight projected from the top of the cave in the distance. A group of people walked over and looked up for a while, constantly marveling.
It was probably because of this small gap that the mountain wind blew from the top, and there was a weak air circulation in the cave. Snu whispered again: "There seems to be a road ahead."
His voice was very small, but it still caused an echo in the cave, thus disturbing a group of flying bats. Prell waved his hand, so Belga continued to drill deeper into the cave under Snu's guidance.
go.
This is a twists and turns small cave hidden in the corner of a large cave. The cave becomes narrower and lower as you go inward, and the ground under your feet becomes harder and harder. It is bat guano accumulated over the years and has completely
solidified.
They didn't know how long they had been drilling, maybe half an hour, but the light from the torches became weaker and weaker, and they finally reached the end of the cave. Belga, who was walking at the front, suddenly lay down on the ground, listened carefully for a while, and waved.
So Prell, who was following at the back, stepped forward and listened for a while. He was overjoyed, took out his dagger and started digging hard.
After digging a full 20 to 30 centimeters deep and digging through the solidified bat guano mixed with gravel and gravel, Player finally dug out a long and narrow crack in the ground that originally existed at the bottom of the cave but was covered by bat guano.
.
Prell was extremely happy. His original plan was to hide in this cave and then look for opportunities to sneak into the Wailing Cave below. Now it seems that this cave is actually connected to the Wailing Cave, so they have another choice.