The blue bird lowered its body, slowed down its breathing, and followed the marks made before, and flew forward quickly.
His sword was hung on his back, and the slender strips of cloth originally wrapped around the sword had been torn off and thrown away. The dark red hunting jacket was a bit conspicuous on the grass, so he had passed by the mud pond before.
I roll around in it by the way. On the one hand, I can eliminate the aura on my body. On the other hand, I can adjust the color of my body to be closer to the surrounding environment, reducing the chance of being discovered by monsters.
After this hunting game, I must propose to modify the uniforms of the hunting team, at least change the color of the clothes.
He thought silently in his heart, and at the same time unconsciously recalled his previous experience of rolling in the mud. The black mud felt smooth and cold, like a pile of adzuki bean cold cake that had melted in the sun, but it was not as sweet as the cold cake.
Instead, it exuded a fishy smell unique to the grassland. I wonder if there were wild animals defecating in it. The sable hated the smell very much, but for safety, he still pressed it into the mud and wiped it.
So, until now, Sable—or should be called Black and Gray Sable now—keeps his body firmly hidden in his hood and refuses to talk to him.
A low roar sounded from behind, and the hood trembled slightly. The young swordsman immediately calmed down, his eyes became sharp again, and his running steps became lighter.
Several brief encounters gave him a very deep understanding of the cunningness of this group of demonic wolves.
They can pretend to be dead, can lure the enemy, can restrain the temptation of the wizard's blood and strictly carry out the orders of the alpha wolf, and can also carry out outflanking assaults in accordance with the principle of three-three!
What's more important is that these demon wolves have rough skin and thick flesh. If a sword misses the vital point, it will only lose a few drops of blood, and it will not even have a stun effect.
They are not at all the manic cannon fodder that was casually bitten and infected by demons, but were infiltrated with demon blood while being infected. To put it in layman's terms, each of the core members of this group of demon wolves has wild demons from the ordinary demon group.
The king is almost as strong as a registered wizard, not to mention the white alpha wolf.
Another very important thing is quantity.
Lan Que was very suspicious that this group of demon wolves had gathered together all the wolf demons in this hunting ground, nearly a hundred of them! Although only less than twenty of them belonged to the core wolf demons, other ordinary wolves
Under their restraint and leadership, demons become more terrifying.
This was totally not the number that Xiao Xiao had found during his previous divination - he suspected that this was probably the work of the wolf.
Lan Que believed that if he had not been hunting wild monsters in the Qilian Mountains since he was a child, and if he had been replaced by another hunter with less actual combat experience, he would definitely be lying in the warm stomachs of the wolf monsters by now.
Even so, he still lost his pocket in the battle with the wolf demon, which contained the armor and horse talisman, phantom body talisman, breath masking talisman, etc. given to him by Zheng Qing. The most important thing is that he can communicate with the hunting team to use it.
His communication symbol was also inside. This made it impossible for him to issue an effective warning to the hunting team.
So, now Blue Bird is in a dilemma.
Either take this group of wolf demons beyond anyone's imagination to the camp of their hunting team, and let them face the surging beast tide in panic - if they haven't solved the monkey, the hunting team will have to face two sides.
Risk of flanking.
Or, take this group of wolf demons for a spin, and then find a way to notify the camp on the way. If possible, kill one or two of the guys who rush in, so as to reduce the burden on the family, just a little.
It would be nice if you carry a Dharma book with you.
As soon as this thought arose in my mind, Lan Que decisively killed it.
Being indecisive, looking forward and backward, worrying about gains and losses, etc., these thoughts are not what a real swordsman should have.
"I'm not alone."
The young swordsman thought so and lowered his body a little lower.
The grassland was clearly divided into two pieces in front of him.
To the left, there is a low patch of twisted yellow grass. The blue bird knows that if you run along this piece of twisted yellow grass for five minutes, you will reach a small hill. The hill is covered with mulberries - the fat man always likes to call them
Mingyouzi - These shrubs are covered with tiny and beautiful flower clusters, and sables like to bite them off one by one.
Around the hill, there was a shallow water, flowing from west to east, toward the forest burned down by the Exoneration Hunting Team. Following the river, he could see the familiar figures of his teammates in less than three minutes.
To the right, there was a tall patch of yellow-backed grass. This tufted herb of the subfamily Triaceae can grow to more than one meter high, drowning out all the unevenness in his field of vision.
There were no ditches, no raised rocks, and no vines or thorns crawling on the ground like poisonous snakes.
The good news is that if he chooses to go to the right, he can easily disappear on this tall grassland and buy more time for his hunting team.
The bad news is that wolves will also be 'invisible' in this piece of yellow-backed grass. The grass stems, which are one to two meters high, can easily submerge the heads of most wolf monsters. If the hunter accidentally loses his way, wait.
His may have dozens of bloody mouths.
Bluebird didn't hesitate.
He took out the 'Black and Gray Mink' from his hood with his backhand. The mud on its back was already slightly dry. The swordsman's eyes moved slightly, his fingers came together, and he quickly wrote a few words on the mink's back.
"Go quickly and let them rescue me... tell them that the wolves are very strong, there are many of them."
The usually eloquent swordsman was speaking quickly in the ear of his mink, and then he raised his hand and threw it to the twisted yellow thatch on the left. For the mink, it was fifty or sixty centimeters tall.
The twisted yellow grass is enough to completely cover up its figure.
And he himself threw himself into the Huangbei grassland and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After Sable landed, he stayed for a few seconds, twisted his waist, and immediately jumped into the Huangmao Grassland, running straight towards the camp of the Exoneration Hunting Team.
Ten seconds later, dozens of flying figures arrived at the place where the blue sparrow and the sable parted.
Although the smell was very weak, it did not affect the wolf monsters who had been modified by magic to distinguish the subtle differences of prey. The shorter gray wolf monster looked hesitantly at several tall black-backed wolves.
Even the big wolves couldn't decide to pay attention.
But soon, the low roar coming from behind them dispelled their hesitation.
With a few scattered howls, the wolves also dispersed on this grassland.
A big black-backed wolf and two small gray wolves were decorated with sable auras. The other wolf demons, led by the remaining big wolves, plunged into the tall yellow-backed grassland to chase the wolf.
There is a significantly stronger wizarding aura.
The breeze blows, the grass leaves are whirling, leaving only a mess of fallen weeds in the field.