The next morning, Renard woke up in the cold wind, feeling only unwell, as if he had been beaten by a crowd in his sleep.

The other three had already packed their things and were ready to go, and it looked like he would be left here if he didn't get up on his own.

Fortunately, he didn't have many things, and after hastily tidying up, he immediately kept up with the pace of the three of them.

Although the snowstorm has passed for a long time, the snow in the mountains and forests still shows no signs of melting, and some have even formed hard ice cubes.

Renard struggled to take steps, constantly snorting hot air into his hands, trying to warm his palms.

However, this bit of heat has no effect at all, it only makes the hands more stiff.

Because the four of them were all warriors, they were not slow to shuttle through the forest, and they arrived at the foot of Palm Mountain at noon.

Although Palm Mountain is only one of the dozens of inconspicuous peaks, it is still three or four hundred meters above sea level, and it spans more than ten miles.

Finding the hidden Shadow Tiger in such a large forest is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack, but fortunately, Miss Heidi already has a plan to deal with it.

Two hours later, Renard came alone into a mountain stream, and his face was worse than a fly, because Miss Heidi's good idea was to find them separately!

If it weren't for Miss Heidi's extremely serious expression, he would have thought that the other party was joking with him, but the other party was obviously serious, and the four of them dispersed.

Renard even had some doubts about whether he knew the secret that the other party wanted to be a countess, so he was going to be killed.

He had licked his face to act at the same time as Cliffor, but was ruthlessly driven away by the other party, and left him with a I believe in you expression.

In this regard, he had no other way but to stretch out his middle finger to show his dissatisfaction.

For the sake of his own life, Renard did not rush into the mountain to search, but walked along the foot of the mountain, so he arrived here.

There is a babbling stream in the mountain stream, less than two meters wide, just below the ankle, not so much a stream as a mountain spring, the spring water is crystal clear, slightly sweet and refreshing to drink.

If it weren't for the constant danger, Renard would have wanted to strip naked and take a cold shower here.

Feeling the heat and humidity in his boots, he suddenly had a mischievous thought in his heart, wondering what it would be like for the people down the mountain to drink his own foot-washing water.

However, before he could put his thoughts into action, retribution came to him in a very timely manner.

He had just taken off his boots and was about to put his feet in the cold spring water when a few pheasants suddenly fluttered from the withered yellow bushes behind him.

They flapped their wings frantically, clucking and screaming, and their gray-brown feathers were falling off a lot from exerting too much force.

Renard's expression froze instantly, and before he could think about it, he felt a vicious wind behind him: "Damn!

Almost instinctively, he grabbed his weapon, rolled on the spot, and scurried into the dense bushes.

When he saw clearly what had attacked him, he suddenly took a few breaths of cool air, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it!

It was a huge black tiger, prostrate where he had just stood, and if it hadn't dodged in time, he would have become the food of the other party's belly.

Without hesitation, Renard pulled out the transmitter from the package and immediately pulled the switch.

"Poof!" There was no flue cutting through the sky, and no colorful sparks flashed, only to see two dry grasses popping out of the signal transmitter: "I...... Damn!"

Renard's expression changed, and he immediately looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'm going to die." ”

At this moment, a soft voice sounded from the depths of the bushes: "Don't jump to conclusions. ”

Miss Heidi Renard turned her head in surprise to see that the other was approaching unhurriedly from the bushes, while Cliffor and Fat Henry were following each other unhurriedly.

"You're following me. Renard reacted immediately: "No, you are using me as bait. ”

He waved the signal transmitter in his hand, pulled out two small yellow grasses, put them under his nose and sniffed: "Sure enough, it's tiger mint." ”

Seeing this, Cleaver's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly reminded: "If you don't want to die, throw it away." ”

Renard was in a state of anger, his brain reaction was half a beat slower than usual, and he didn't know what the other party was trying to say.

At this moment, the evil wind struck again, and the Phantom Tiger shot lightning with lightning speed.

Miss Heidi reacted the fastest, raised her leg and kicked Renard into the grass, and then without hesitation, she drew her sword and rushed forward, fighting the Shadow Tiger.

Don't look at Fat Henry's bloated figure, his movements are not slow, his steps are connected, and he immediately joins the battle.

Miss Heidi was beaten by the Phantom Tiger at first, and she could barely defend herself, but after Fat Henry joined in, she slowly recovered her decline.

"Mr. Cliffor, please hurry. Taking advantage of the time to stop, Miss Heidi urged.

Instead of answering, Cliffor quickly pieced together a few parts in his hand, muttering, "Hurry, hurry, you hold on a little longer." ”

As the three of them raced against the clock, Renard had just crawled out of the bushes in a state of confusion, and the only shoe left on his foot had been lost.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer: "Let you use me as bait, you deserve it." ”

Before the words fell, a voice of surprise came out of Cliffor's mouth: "It's assembled, and when I wait for my slogan, it will flash immediately." ”

As he spoke, he lifted a crossbow-like object and quickly aimed it at the combat position, which was obviously four or five times larger than a normal crossbow and needed to be used on the ground.

"Beast hunting crossbow?" Renard couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "You actually have this thing?"

The Beast Hunting Crossbow is no different from ordinary bows, its skeleton is made of some kind of metal with excellent toughness, and it is locally used to attack the formation with the strongest magic guide Mithril inscription, and is driven by expensive magic crystals, which is powerful enough to open mountains and crack stones.

In general, the beast hunting crossbow is a mobile turret.

Seeing his surprised appearance, Cleaver unconsciously showed a smug look on his face: "How is it, haven't you seen it?"

Naturally, I have never seen it, how can there be such an expensive alchemy product in the poor countryside of the barren land, and having an enchanted weapon is enough to show off for a lifetime.

Renard swallowed hard and asked in a shocked tone, "How much did you buy it?"

"Passed down from our ancestors. Cliffor was calibrating the accuracy at this time, and he replied without raising his head: "It is said that more than two thousand gold coins were spent at that time." ”

More than 2,000 gold coins! Renard had an urge to spurt blood, after all, the annual tax of Fort Saint-Brieux was only more than 200 gold coins, which meant that Baron Hammigton could buy it after ten years without eating or drinking.