Hiding at the entrance of a relatively lush forest, Ranger Franman carefully observed what was behind him for a long time, and confirmed that he was not being targeted by those crazy men in black.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief, carefully activated his camouflage, and sneaked into the depths of the forest. .
After walking for a quarter of an hour in a relatively familiar manner, a well-camouflaged simple village appeared in front of Franman.
However, it is not so much a village as a group of temporary wooden houses put together by a group of refugees.
Small and short, they are all hidden under the dense canopy of trees, which is humid and muggy.
But there is no other way.
Only in such a hidden place as possible can we avoid the aerial reconnaissance of those men in black.
"who" I seemed to hear very slight footsteps, and from a big tree not far away, a low, alert voice came.
"It's me, Franman" The ranger removed his disguise, took the initiative to reveal himself, and communicated with the secret whistle in the tree.
"Thank God, you are finally back."
The person who served as the secret sentry was a professional who escaped from the ruins of the Hellfire Guild with him, named Rhodes.
Before this, the relationship between the two could only be described as average, but now that they have experienced common hardships, their friendship has suddenly improved by leaps and bounds.
"Where are the others?"
There were three professionals who ventured out with Franman to search for supplies and gather information.
However, in order to ensure efficiency and share risks to the maximum extent, several people did not take the same route.
"Only Matthew is back, the other two haven't done anything yet, I'm just afraid" Saying this, a trace of sadness flashed across Rhode's face.
"Don't worry too much.
I haven't returned until now.
Maybe Tennyson and the others just encountered some accident.
Maybe they will be back soon."
Franman pretended to be relaxed and comforted his friend.
But deep down in his heart, he was also very pessimistic.
"I hope so."
Rhodes sighed, crossed himself on his chest, and said, "May God bless them to return smoothly."
There are only a dozen professionals in this makeshift shelter, plus less than twenty family members of the professionals.
If this operation reduces two good players at once, it will undoubtedly be a big blow to them.
"god" Seeing that his friend still looked pious, Franman sneered.
In the first two years before the end of the world, he firmly believed that this was a test given to them by God for the ultimate salvation.
But now, especially after the Hellfire Guild was destroyed and the men in black massacred the entire Western Europe, his last belief was shattered.
Bullshit gods are all lies "Oh, you" Rhodes shook his head.
If someone had slighted his faith a few years ago, he would have punched him hard.
But now, what's the point of arguing with the few remaining friends?
With little interest, he simply changed the topic and said to Ranger Franman: "How is it?
How did you get out of this trip?
Did you get any useful materials and information?"
When asked about this, Rhodes replied with an ugly face: "I took the risk to go to the ruins of our guild.
The black-clad enemies destroyed them completely, leaving almost nothing useful.
In the end, I took a long way to go to other places.
Several forces, perhaps smaller in scale, were relatively intact, and some food and a small amount of remaining magic materials were found."
In addition, on the way back, he also killed two low-level monsters.
Because the number of people is not large after all, it is not a problem to persist for a period of time with the food and animal meat they forage.
But what really made him look embarrassed was the exchange of information between other professionals.
It is said that as early as three days ago, another force of men in black had pushed the front to the city of Milan in the country of noodles.
In the past few days, if nothing unexpected happens, it may be enough for the enemy to push the front to the southernmost tip of Noodle Country, which is the northern shore of the Mediterranean Sea.
It can be said that this is already the southern edge of Europe.
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The best-case scenario, of course, is that the men in black who have swept them continue to go south, cross the Mediterranean, and land in Africa.
But just in case, these men in black have no intention of leaving Europe The result would be terrible I am afraid that within a few days, all the black troops active in Europe will have completed their push.
They turned around and launched a sweep to catch the fish that had slipped through the net.
"Noodleland is over too.
God, this is really bad news."
Rhodes sighed in despair, because the enemy in black first launched their attack from Tehran, and when they reached the Noodle Country, it stands to reason that the professional forces in the Noodle Country should have received the news long ago and made certain preparations to avoid being attacked again. caught off guard.
Rhodes once placed hope on them, not only to defeat the enemy, but at least to delay it for a while.
It's only been a few days "You actually have illusions about the fighting power of Noodle Country" Ranger Franman looked at his companion in surprise.
He seriously suspected that his new friend's modern history must be unqualified.
"Don't look at me with that look.
I really have no choice."
Rhodes looked helpless.
When a person is desperate, even if he finds a straw, he will subconsciously regard it as comfort.
Just as the two of them were laughing and cursing in low voices, there was another slight sound from the woods not far away.
Rhodes, who did not let down his guard, immediately signaled to Franman, stopped talking, and looked into the distance.
"It's Tennyson" The tension only lasted for four or five seconds before Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief again, with a hint of joy on his face.
If the four of them went out this time and only lost one person, it would still be completely acceptable to them.
"Wow, that's really good news."
Franman couldn't help but whistle.
When he comforted Rhodes earlier, he really didn't have much hope.
Unexpectedly, their recent bad luck finally dissipated somewhat.
“It’s not right, it’s not right” As Tennyson approached, Rhodes seemed to have discovered something, and his expression quickly turned bad again.
He could clearly see that Tennyson's steps were extremely stiff, not as flexible as a professional at all.
Instead, he looked like a faltering old man who was in his final years.
Or, a controlled puppet And the other party's eyes were blinking desperately, as if they wanted to send some message to Rhodes.
Could it be said Rhodes' heart suddenly sank, and he raised his hand and threw out a packet of Appearance Dust.
The light blue magic dust fell in a boiling sound, revealing the invisible enemy from invisibility.
Those are four sneaky, translucent assassins in black.
The nearest person is less than fifteen steps away from them
After discovering that their stealth had been exposed, the four Fallen Star believers looked at each other, gave up hiding, and charged at Rhodes and Franman
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