Lanstrrow stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes flashing with pure blue light, and his entire eyeball instantly became as transparent as a sapphire.
The figure standing beside him was like ink melted in water, and the figure gradually disappeared into the air, and finally disappeared in place like the words on the blackboard being gently brushed with a chalk brush.
Less than a minute later.
Hundreds of Taliban soldiers rushed up the hillside without resistance or interception until they rushed into the opponent's line of defense, where it was empty.
"What's the matter" for the Taliban officer has a feeling of slamming a punch on the cotton, "how are the people gone, where have they gone" He seemed a little excited, and his body, which had been stirred up by "Fearless", was already in an extreme state of excitement.
Just as hypnotized by a clever hypnotist, they have subconsciously unleashed the maximum potential of human beings, without pain, without fear, with sharp senses and exponential strength.
However, everything has side effects, and like taking stimulants, adrenal hormones are secreted wildly, and the levels of dopamine and endorphins are dozens of times higher than those of normal people.
Adrenal hormones increase their heart's ability to work; Dopamine is exhilarating and inexplicably pleasurable, and endorphins make these guys ignore pain, even if a bullet cuts off a leg, they feel like it's being unloaded on someone else, and has nothing to do with them.
The blood running degree is accelerated by more than ten times, and under the high metabolism, the person will appear overactive and irritable.
Da-da-da-da He swept a magazine into the sky and thundered at his men: "Give me a careful search to see if these guys have burrowed into the ground, even if they dig three feet into the ground, you must find them for me" No wonder this officer has this thought, after all, there are his own people all around, and it is impossible for this isolated island-like position to slip through the net, and I saw that someone was shooting here just now, why did I see no one rushing up in a blink of an eye Hundreds of Taliban soldiers are scattered on the hillside, like hungry wolves foraging for food, their eyes searching every dark corner, not sparing an outsider who does not belong to their group.
No one noticed, in the middle of them, a transparent cloud of "air" slowly moving down the hill in the darkness, a strange energy fluctuation carefully affecting the surrounding light and environment, obscuring the unknown group that was disengaging in obscurity.
"It's weird."
On the opposite hillside, an elite assassin in the black market of the Dark Dungeon's most hidden killer alliance took a night vision device and looked into the distance, and the Taliban soldiers on the hill had become headless flies.
"The Moria are gone."
The middle-aged elite assassin with a small braid hanging down his collar lowered the night vision goggles in his hand, "I think it's a little weird.
He furrowed his eyebrows like knives, and his eyes were deep, staring into the distance.
"Dove, are you too sensitive" Another guy with a face like the skin of a dead corpse soaked in water for a few days said disapprovingly, "These little ones look young, maybe they are just a new generation of Moria people, compared to their old men and women, it is estimated that they are far behind. ” Not only did the Assassin look like a dead man, but he also looked like he had been soaked in water for a week, his body was extremely bloated, his skin was smooth and fair, but it was indeed an extremely unhealthy and disgusting white, and there were almost no wrinkles on his skin, like a white balloon in the shape of a person that had been blown up.
The most disgusting thing is that the eyes, which can hardly be regarded as eyes, can only be regarded as two slits, and you can't see the whites of the eyes or the pupils, and if he doesn't speak, you think he's blind.
"Blackfish, isn't it time for you to be the tracker," the dove said with a smirk.
"Hmm" It is surprising that the white fat man has a nickname called "Black Fish".
"Stalker", a title that is well-known in the dark underworld.
The demons are best at assassination techniques, and similarly, they are also very good at skill tracking techniques that have always stood on the opposite side of assassination techniques.
Only the strongest of the demons who are good at tracking can be awarded this title.
Children who have this kind of secret skill talent from an early age will be placed in the underground river they call "Black River" by following the oldest and most cruel training methods of the demons, forcing these children who are only two or three years old to open their eyes in the water, and use their vision to distinguish every floating impurity and subtle blister in the water, and in the extreme state of hypoxia and suffocation, the ancient genes hidden in these children's bodies will be forced to burst out.
However, if they fail, young children will pay with their lives.
Dead toddlers are considered "unqualified" offspring, and their bodies are thrown directly into the black river to feed the fish.
After reaching their potential in the Black River, these children are brought back ashore to be trained by a dedicated "tracker" mentor until they become a qualified "tracker".
Legend has it that the water of the Black River once had the blood of an ancient demon god who was good at tracking tricks flowing into it, so it was able to open the "magic eye" of the demon people, and open something called "dark vision".
When the tracker uses "dark vision", the whole world will turn black and white in his eyes, and every tiny speck of dust, every gravel scattered on the ground, will be firmly imprinted in his mind, forming a three-dimensional mass, and every subtle change will not escape his eyes.
It's like countless high-definition pictures with extreme resolution compared countless times in the mind, even if the bacteria in the sand and dust turn over slightly, they will notice it.
The black fish's slit-like eyes cracked slightly, and a green light shot out of the eye.
All the scenes in front of you were immediately imprinted into the mind one by one, in the "dark vision", the details of every place in the entire battlefield fell into the sight of the black fish, just like the pictures taken by a tall spy plane, countless images were firmly engraved in the mind, as long as the black fish did not want to forget, these pictures will never disappear.
He watched every corner of the battlefield, and the "dark vision" brought the tracker a slight change in every place, and every Taliban soldier could not escape his eyes with a single movement.
"Something seems wrong."
The skin on his puffy white face moved slightly, "Something is moving in reverse." ” "Reverse Movement" Killer Dove was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean" "On the opposite hill, on the defensive line where the Moria were located, in addition to the Taliban soldiers searching on the hill, there were people coming to the foot of the mountain, and in our direction.
It's strange that you can't see these people on a regular visual look," the black fish replied darkly, touching his chin, "I'll see if it's Moria for a while." ” "I remember that the Moria had a gift," said the dove thoughtfully
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