The Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts is worthy of being a paradise for monsters and beasts, and it didn't take long for the two of them to encounter many terrifying monsters one after another, many of which Renard had never heard of, such as Venom Spider, Great Lynx, Moon Shadow Bat, etc., and countless others.

Fortunately, these guys are born with super high perception, and after realizing that Cliffor is not easy to mess with, they all quietly retreated away from the old man.

Of course, there are also blind guys who want to try the depth of the other party, and without exception, they all become revenants under the sword.

Cliffor's movements are fast, his sword is faster, and he is accurate enough that no matter what kind of enemy he encounters, even if it is a huge bobcat, he still has the ability to break it and seal his throat with a sword.

Renard looked frightened, he couldn't be sure if the other party would continue to be bullish to the end, what if a certain wave was not pretended to be killed by the monster?

Every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

Renard was very sure that if he entered here alone, he would have become the food of some monsters.

Then he suddenly remembered the story of the pony crossing the river, and looked at Cleaver with a look full of unkindness.

For a Douqi martial artist, it is indeed possible to shuttle freely in this forest, provided that he does not seek death, and he is only a beginner martial artist!

Cliffor couldn't hear Renard, otherwise he would have had to persuade and educate young people to be bold and not to back down in the face of danger.

Two kilometers before the target was destroyed, the sky had completely darkened, and it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, but the winter days were already short, and the light was even dimmer in the lush forest.

Cliffor fiddled with the compass and map, and Renard was in charge of clearing the way ahead, which was full of thorny bushes, and it was very time-consuming and laborious to use his sword to cut a path for people to walk.

Fortunately, he is still young and has a lot of physical strength.

"Alright, let's find a place to rest and we'll clean up those guys tomorrow. Maybe it's because he's old, and even though he hasn't done much physical work, Cliffor's face still shows fatigue.

Renard shrugged his shoulders indifferently and pointed not far away: "I hear the sound of the stream, we can set up camp over there." ”

Cleaver took a deep breath and looked at him with an inexplicable meaning: "Are you sure you want to set up camp by the stream?"

"Can't you?" Reynard looked puzzled, "That's how I used to be when I went on adventures with my companions. ”

His so-called companions are naturally Tommy and others, and when he mentions each other, he can't help but miss the years when he hugged each other, and he doesn't know how a few of them are now.

Hearing this, Cliffor shook his head sarcastically: "It's not easy for you to survive until now. ”

He sighed, and then explained: "The beasts of the forest are all day and night, and they also need to drink, so if we set up camp by the stream, will we be serving them a fine dinner?"

"Huh!" Renard was speechless.

Cliffor patted him on the shoulder, "There's still a lot to learn, rookie, but we can wash up before it gets dark and take enough water." ”

With that, he took the lead in the direction of the stream.

"You have a big fist, you have a reason. Renard sighed helplessly, and then quickly chased after him.

Coming to the stream, Cliffor stopped to watch, then pointed a short distance upstream and said, "Notice that there are small dikes made of rubble to filter debris and impurities, which looks like the indigenous work." ”

Renard looked in the direction the other man was pointing, and did spot the rudimentary filtration facility.

"Do you know what that means?" Clifford looked at with burning eyes.

Renard thought for a moment, and then shook his head very honestly, rather than being scolded for being wrong, it was better to honestly admit that he had a low IQ.

"There is only one indigenous tribe within a radius of ten miles, and if there is a filtration facility built by the indigenous people, it must be the other party's doing. Cleaver reached out and touched the icy water, a wicked smile on his face.

Renard suddenly understood: "You don't mean to poison the water, do you?"

"That's right!" Clifford said with a teachable expression, "why not if we can easily kill them?"

"Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting others?" Reynard's eyes were full of surprise, and he was almost impressed by the other party's madness: "We don't have the money to pay for the soup." ”

"Others?" Cleaver blinked, then looked around, "This is not the road of the caravan after all, besides, there is an evil kobold tribe stationed here, who would not be comfortable here?"

"Huh!" Renard was easily convinced.

"Well, such a happy decision. In the end, Clifford made the decision.

However, just in case, he still chose a more secure method, which is to poison the indigenous people before taking water, so that the amount of poison is not large, the effect is good, and the most important thing is that it will not really harm the downstream organisms.

It seems that Cliffor has more or less accepted Renard's advice, which is a good start.

After deciding, the two brought enough drinking water and hid less than twenty meters from the stream.

Cliffor lay on wool felt with his eyes closed, while Renard hid behind the bushes, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

The dense shade of the woods, combined with the darkness of the sky, made it difficult for the natives to spot the presence of the two.

Of course, it is also difficult for Renard to detect the existence of the natives in advance, but as long as the other party dares to come to the stream to get water, he will definitely not be able to hide his whereabouts.

Half an hour later, when it was completely dark, the two of them chewed cold jerky and drank the stream's water, barely filling their stomachs.

At this moment, the sound of the sound suddenly came from the opposite side, and Renard almost instinctively pricked up his ears, and looked in the direction where the voice came from, where many thin figures faintly appeared.

He was about to ask what to do, only to find that Cliffor was long gone.

Ten minutes later, the other party touched him from behind again, stretched out his hand and made an OK gesture: "It's perfect, these guys are blessed." ”

Renard lowered his voice and asked, "What poison are you using?"

"Poison?" Cleaver pouted disdainfully, "Am I so ruthless, I'm just taking laxatives." ”

After saying that, he stretched hard, and then kicked Renard twice: "Don't look at it, let's go, we'll deal with them tomorrow." ”

Renard looked at the kobold frolicking by the stream, then at the back of Cleaver in the distance, and shook his head helplessly.

really responded to that sentence: After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.