Leillard carried one on his back, and with one in both hands and one in the other, he headed deeper into the forest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Greenskins are difficult for ordinary adventurers to deal with, but they are only one-handed enemies when encountering high-level adventurers. In order to prevent high-level adventurers from crusading, Lillard decided to go into the depths of the forest sea in order to avoid being hunted down by people.

Especially when the opponents know that they are tracking a dragon, they are afraid that the adventurers will be like a surging sea water.

Anyone who is there will be a lot of interest in dragon hunting.

Lillard didn't want to be killed, and he didn't want to live in endless harassment every day.

So early in the morning, I set off with these girls. Of course, the stakes and beds that had been laid last night had been burned, and the wolf bones had been thrown into the water for the water to wash away, leaving nothing but the two pits where the fire had been lit and the ashes of the plants.

After running for four or five hours, the scenery along the way hurriedly passed in front of me.

In order to better understand the situation around him, Lillard has always jumped from tree to tree.

The trees here are very thick, unlike the trees on the side close to humans, most of the trees here are as thick as more than a dozen people hugging each other, and the branches are extremely thick and almost as thick as the main branch on the outside, so there is no problem jumping around on them at all.

Perhaps because there have been no humans set foot here for thousands of years, and the goblins obviously don't climb trees or cut down trees to make fires, they are thriving, and there are basically no trees less than ten meters tall. The sea of green trees envelops this vast world, and the sunlight can only sparsely spill from the leaves to the ground, and many goblins who do not like to move in the sun live on the surface.

Going deep into the forest for almost two hundred kilometers, I have been moving in a straight line without feeling that the scene has changed too much, perhaps because the intelligence of the creatures here is high enough, and it is not like the animals in the outside world that are caused by the faint dragon power. Here, Leillard has a more intuitive feeling of the effect of his dragon power, which is estimated to be four or five meters close to his body before it can be felt by other creatures. For example, the goblin who was sleeping on the ground with his belly bare at the moment did not move.

Most of the goblins are social animals, similar to orcs, hundreds and thousands live together, and they are densely distributed in areas close to humans, and they become sparse when they enter the forest, and there will be several nests within a few tens of kilometers. As we go deeper, the caves of the goblins become fewer, but it feels like their living range has increased a lot, and from time to time you will see goblins patrolling their territory in small groups in the forest. There are also twenty or thirty goblins who go out to hunt other animals and gather wild fruits.

Leillard looked at the endless sea of forests and felt that he was too small.

As far as the eye can see, the scenery is the same back and forth. Riding a horse and galloping, no, this group of people can be regarded as a dragon gallop.

Helplessly, Lillard didn't know much about this world, and unconsciously thought of a sentence that had been widely circulated in his previous life. In the black forest of the universe, any civilization has a shotgun in its hand, and the swarthy hole is facing forward. Because they don't know if other civilizations they meet will hunt them before they shoot themselves.

Regaining his spirits again, Lillard had no choice but to keep running.

That's the endless end of the runway!

What can better interpret life than the sweat of youth?

If the three girls on him knew what he was thinking, they would definitely not agree.

The investigation team arrived at noon the day after the report was delivered. The group was dressed very ordinarily. Like one of the many adventurers in this kingdom. They didn't enter the city, nor did they go to the Adventurers' Guild to conduct a dossier survey. This is a team that does not exist on any paper in the adventure guild, and its public identity is adventurers from all over the world. And there has never been any interaction with the managers of adventurers. Even if you have taken a photo, you will not know that it is your own person. However, it is indeed his own person.

They arrived from the royal capital on horseback, and each of them was a master of a certain special skill. If it is evaluated according to the Adventurer's Guild, it can be counted as the top group of people. Now, they're all here for a lurking danger.

After about an hour or two of walking along the trail, they came to the cave where Lillard had first hidden, and the three men tied their horses to trees and began to check the perimeter for anything strange.

"Hey Mage, I think it's normal here, nothing special at all. There was no more smell than the stench of goblins" Checking around the feces left by the animals, the running tracks, and the condition of the sunset rain, a warrior dressed as a half-breastplate and carrying a giant blade on his back, checked for a long time and found nothing.

The mage glanced up at the secret recipe that continued to be prepared from the jars and jars he carried with him, and the warrior's complaints did not interrupt his movements. After preparing the powder, he waited for the hunter to speak.

"That's because your nose is so bad. Sure enough, it's brainless," the hunter had kept his eyes closed since he entered the forest, and only then did he open his eyes. He followed the smell of the air to a certain place at the entrance of the goblin cave, and dug out some soil with a small wooden shovel and handed it to the mage, "From the moment I entered the forest, I smelled a faint smell different from this place, although I don't know what it is, but it has something to do with the invaders"

If Lillard saw this, he probably wouldn't know what to say. Because the piece of soil that the hunter dug up was the same place where he had in order to mark his sphere of influence. Like all kinds of wild animals, it is customary to write marks in their own range of activities, dragon urine, dragon dung is commonly used.

The mage nodded, crushed the dirt and mixed it into the powder, then said something in his mouth, and with a shake of his hand, the golden powder floated in the air, turning into several golden threads that described the trajectory of Lillard's movement, one pointing to the way he came, one pointing to the distant mountain, and one leading to the goblin's cave. Depending on the strength of the breath, the gold is divided into different levels, the most eye-catching is the road leading to the mountain, and the one that comes is the darkest.

"I should have run away, and I still have some brains." Only then did the mage speak.

They made a note of the direction of their escape, walked into the goblin's lair, and after a while came out again, examined it, killed the remaining goblins inside, and rode up the hill. Naturally, I encountered the eyeless goblins in the castle again. Hundreds of goblins looked very scary, the warrior smiled as if no one was intruding into it, and with the mage's shield and some plague spells, these goblins all died honorably, and simply cleaned up the trophies, each of them carried out a few demented women from this lair, packed them in sacks and wrapped them on both sides of the horse, and counted carefully and there were eight people on their bodies, thanks to the good weight-bearing capacity of the mount mixed with the blood of the demonic beast, it was easy to afford.

When they arrived at the edge of the cliff, they naturally saw the artificially formed clearing at the foot of the cliff and the traces left by the wooden stakes, but after a fire, the smell here was also destroyed, and next to it was a small river that kept flowing, and the mage and his party had to go around to the place where Leillard and they had lived, and cast a spell again, only to get a scattered flow of light, the big head of which pointed to the water flow. So at this point, the clues are basically all broken.

After searching for kilometers along both sides of the river, the mage repeatedly used spells, but could not tell where the other party had gone. The hunter who went out alone relied on his nose to find the clue more than ten miles away.

However, in the face of the vast sea of trees, a group of people were a little at a loss.

According to the scent, the person who needed to be identified had been jumping from tree to tree, and unless they decided to follow him, there was no way to find him. What's even more difficult to deal with is that this forest sea has long been confirmed to be full of goblins, and if they go on a rampage inside, it is completely impossible for the three of them to escape in their entirety.

As a last resort, I had to go back the way I came and start reporting again.