Faced with the stalemate at this time, Crowbar came up with a gloomy face, and if he did not stand up for his own people at this time, then there was no doubt that his prestige would be greatly lost "Get the gun out of the way, Darth do you want to start a war with us before you take out the trolls?"
Darth's answer was as if word by word was squeezing out between his teeth: "I said, immediately, bury it, he, spit, that mouth, phlegm" The crowbar pushed back hard: "Then you have to let him go first, no matter whose throat is pointed at gunpoint, it's unlikely that he will be in the mood to do anything else."
After the crowbar finished speaking, he glanced at Gree, Gree began to slowly shrink back, and then farted and urinated to find the phlegm he spit out, Darth's gloomy gaze was nailed to Gree's body like a nail, until Gree buried the phlegm deep according to his own requirements, then put away the gun and silently began to stride forward.
Darth was not at all as calm as he seemed on the surface.
The phlegm shattered a lot of things like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and some of the fragments hidden deep in the memory quickly floated up, like floaters that irrigated his nerves.
"Darth, you have to remember that the Black Forest at night is a hundred times more dangerous than during the day, but the benefits are also a hundred times greater."
Captain Ghosteve, who had deep wrinkles, admonished him seriously.
Same night, different people.
The sound in my ears is rustling.
"Shhhhh Das, who had been lying in the muddy water for half an hour, nodded seriously despite feeling impatient, he felt a little itchy in his throat, coughed lightly, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
At this point, he had no idea what this mouthful of fresh phlegm meant to those who were good at hunting in the forest.
Twenty minutes later, Darth was running frantically through the Black Forest, bleeding from his forehead and his entire left arm rotting in the digestive system of some ferocious savage.
Darth even began to vomit violently under the extremely violent running, but he still refused to stop his steps and tried to fight for his survival.
However, two legs were no match for four legs, and just as Darth was about to be overtaken by a savage centaur, a burly black shadow suddenly swooped out of the spurt, and threw the damned monster to the ground, the man with deep wrinkles and roaring.
Darth had no intention of stopping, fear and pain had tormented him to the point of running forward.
So he survived.
When Dath regained his courage after dawn and returned to that place in the Forbidden Forest, he found a large pool of blood, a ring engraved with zh222 on it, and half a ring finger wearing it.
"I saved the lives of you idiots," Darth shook his head vigorously, trying to shift his energy from his memories back to reality.
His muttering was so soft that only a few people around him could hear it, including Fang Senyan.
Fang Senyan sighed slightly in his heart, it was obvious that Das was a very unsociable person, if he didn't use the muzzle of the gun but his mouth to convince Gree, then it was obvious that the effect would be very different.
"Attention, we're coming."
The sound of a crowbar rang out.
In his left hand, there was a faint yellowish light.
As if to echo the light, the trees in front of them began to skew, then swayed from side to side to pull their roots out of the dirt and make way for a path.
At the end of the road is a rock wall with a faint yellow glow on the rock wall.
At this time, looking up, under the indescribable light, there were dim yellow lights reflecting and rippling on the leaves of the trees everywhere, and this temporary team continued to walk forward one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the cold rain was like a cold little arrow, scrambling to burrow into their necks with the help of the power of the wind, so that the cool feeling spread from the neck to the depths of the vest.
Contractors who are not very good in psychological quality often look around at this time and feel fear arise spontaneously.
The crowbar standing at the front slowly pressed his hand against the mountain wall, and then his hand penetrated directly into it, and then the whole person disappeared into the rock wall, only his voice came: "In order to avoid being discovered, Voldemort specially used his magic power to set up an illusion and sealed off this place, so that no one would find out that there were mountain monsters living in this place."
Since someone took the lead, a group of mermaids rushed in, and when it was Fang Senyan's turn, he also walked over tentatively, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and then the scenery in front of him was completely different.
Lined with tall bushes that were dense and tough, like sturdy walls, one of the contractors tried to get closer, and stroked it with his hand, only to be immediately wounded by the spikes that grew under the leaves, which still carried a strong paralyzing venom, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, and was awakened by several injections of the crowbar that doubled as a doctor.
Someone tried to cut a passage with a mountain opening knife, but this tall shrub may not break when it is cut up, but the small thorns on it are splashing everywhere, but fortunately, the contractor who wielded the knife was on guard, and immediately took evasive measures when he realized that something was wrong, otherwise, he would have to waste the antidote injection.
Having this vivid living example, no one immediately wished to come near the tree, and after a careful search, they avoided the dense and difficult shrub in the dense forest, and made their way along a winding course with difficulty.
There was no road in the jungle at all, but the contractor who opened the way in front of him wielded his sword.
After about half an hour of trekking in such a difficult and muddy environment, the crowbar suddenly stopped and whispered: "It smells, it's time to get to your destination."
At this time, the rain was still dripping, and the leaves of the trees were washed clean and shining.
It stands to reason that the air should be quite fresh in the middle of the forest under such circumstances, but if you sniff carefully, you can indeed smell a special smell.
The group of people sneaked forward a few more steps, and suddenly found that the front suddenly opened up.
In the dense forest ahead, a road that was not too narrow appeared.
Upon seeing the road, the crowbar immediately ordered it to stop, and the gang immediately set up a makeshift camp near the roadside.
The three agile members of the Symbiosis Society quickly dispersed to investigate, and after an hour, various information was fed back one after another, and the surrounding geography was also 3D rendered as a holographic image by the nightmare imprint of the crowbar.
The area, with the exception of the magically disguised exit they had entered, was enclosed by the tall shrubs with a strong anesthetic effect.
These shrubs are presumably strengthened by dark magic, forming a natural barrier to prevent the mountain monsters from escaping, and these shrubs form a long, narrow enclosed valley along with the undulating terrain that already appears.
In the middle of the valley there is a river that runs underground, but when it flows here, the bed rises and the surface of the water is exposed, but the underground river travels through the valley for about two kilometers and then re-enters the ground.
Heading west along the dirt road they had just discovered, they would come to the river, where the vegetation had been destroyed, and the huge footprints of the mountain monsters were clearly visible on the flat ground by the river, and it was clear that the mountain monsters usually fed in this river.
The eastern end of the dirt road leads to the earth cave where the mountain monster has been dug to live, so the scouts do not dare to get too close to confirm the existence of the mountain monster because they are afraid of being discovered.
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This environment is not much different from the previous plan, the only difference is that the wet road surface caused by the rain will affect the speed associated with running and walking.
For this reason, the crowbar also specially pulled Fang Senyan to relieve him, nothing more than to say that although the rain is prone to accidents, the trolls will also be affected, and the rain can cleverly cover the smell.
They can also dig traps closer to each other, and Fang Senyan can also be safer in disguise.
"Why don't we dig a trap next to that devil-cursed bush," Darth said suddenly.
Crowbar shrugged helplessly: "I've considered this possibility for a long time, but it means that the sailor will run a little more than three kilometers, and more importantly, these poisonous bushes are obviously set up by Voldemort to imprison this monster, he doesn't know how much he has already suffered on it, once he gets close to the bushes, it is estimated that the mountain monster will turn and flee."
Darth fell silent again.
The rest of the work of digging traps and laying mechanisms was also undertaken by the members of the Symbiosis Society, and Das still seemed out of place with the whole team, going to find a hiding place alone, arranging his own retreat, and so on.
Fortunately, the people who came were all made achievements in strength, and the speed at which two or three people dug up the trap was also very fast, and it took less than an hour to dig out a huge trap, and an urn-like specification with a small mouth and a large belly was formed underneath.
Looks pretty well camouflaged.
And the Symbiosis Society obviously has a master in this area, and he is also very good at camouflage traps.
Fang Senyan could actually run directly through the cover of the trap that was concealed as the ground, and once the mountain monster stepped on it, it would inevitably be hit.
To be continued: