The dark forest under the darkness of the night seemed darker and darker. The moonlight, which was not thick, could not penetrate the heavy canopy branches and leaves, making the space in the dark forest seem particularly dark and gloomy.

Tonight, the dark forest was exceptionally quiet, and the insect chirping and chirping of the rattling insects that had been non-stop for a moment on weekdays had completely disappeared at this time, and the dark shadowy forest was full of an eerie silence.

A pair of pale blue eyes, which were not large, shimmered in a misty light under the reflection of a few shallow moonlights cast by the occasional slip of the net above his head, making Turner, who was slowly walking forward as low as possible in the dark, seem to be a little mysterious and strange at this time.

A few drops of sweat slowly trickled down his cheeks, and the terrible dead silence around him made Turner's heart feel a wave of panic.

Struggling to control his movements, his breathing, and his heartbeat, and trying to suppress the excitement, uneasiness, and fear that could not help but arise in the depths of his heart, Turner moved forward more and more carefully and cautiously, and he was trying to avoid making more noise from his forward movements.

This is the Dark Forest, even during the daytime, no one dares to take the actions in the Dark Forest lightly, but now it is night. You know, even the most professional Warcraft hunters don't choose to wander in this dark forest at night, which is a very dangerous thing.

Night is the time when the monsters in the Dark Forest are at their most ferocious, and it is also their favorite time to hunt and eat.

As a veteran mercenary with seventeen years of experience, Turner certainly knew this. What's more, the combat readiness status released in the town during the day indicates that there are likely to be more dangerous movements in this dark forest than usual.

And he and the other six veteran mercenaries were specially selected to carry out this night's exploration of the Dark Forest.

It's not good, it's a little distracted! Turner's heart froze, and his heart couldn't help but start beating faster. As he was about to take a step forward, Turner slowed down his breathing, trying to suppress the emotions that were rising in his heart, and barely controlled his heartbeat and slowly calmed down.

As an old mercenary, Turner naturally understood that in the current environment, even the sound of his own heart beating faster could be dangerous.

Keeping his body as low as he could, he continued to move forward, and Turner, who was temporarily still, took the opportunity to relax the tense muscles of his body slightly. Prolonged control and tightening are likely to cause fatigue spasms in your muscles, and you will not be able to react as quickly as possible in the face of sudden danger.

And when facing the attacks of the most dangerous and fierce demonic beasts lurking in the dark forest, even if your body has a momentary delay of a tenth of a breath, it may end up being the difference between life and death.

This is the experience gained by Turner, an old mercenary, in the more than ten years of life-and-death struggle, and it is also a lesson from the blood left by various scars on his body.

Quietly listening to the faint rustling sound coming from not far away, a pair of blue eyes still vigilantly staring at Turner in front of him, and his heart immediately felt a lot calmer, it was the sound of his six old mercenary companions in the process.

Thinking that there were three squads of patrol soldiers answering him less than a mile behind him, Turner's heart became more and more settled.

I heard that during the day, the captain of the patrol army brought the soldiers of the patrol army to explore this dark forest. However, it doesn't seem to have turned out very well. If it weren't for the magical young master Rogge in the Lance family, it is estimated that the captain and several of his escaped soldiers would have died.

As he thought, Turner slowly tensed his loose muscles again, and stepped forward with a light step again......

Turner's movements seemed cautious, but they weren't slow. With every stride, every flicker forward, Turner was able to keep a large part of his body hidden behind a variety of trees, large and small.

Turner was not alone, in this dark forest, the seven old mercenaries who had been scattered in the previous three-to-four-formation were all moving forward in this unique way of lurking.

They are all veterans who were selected from hundreds of mercenaries to carry out this night reconnaissance mission by the adults of the newly established wartime command system in Lancer Town, and they are also the most famous scouting masters among the various mercenary squads in the town.

Turner, the deputy captain of the Black Fox Mercenary Squad, has seventeen years of mercenary registration qualifications, and he also has a fourth-level water attribute fighting spirit, and belongs to the agile exploration master.

This is Turner's file note in the Mercenary Guild, and he was therefore picked by the Mercenary Guild Director Lila who was wearing a high-grade Warcraft leather armor covered with dark blue markings and a bronzed face.

Although he knew in his heart that this night expedition to the dark forest was extremely dangerous, Turner could not refuse.

The wartime regulations of the Rand Kingdom are no joke, and at this time of war preparation, Turner is no longer the free-spirited mercenary he used to be in the past from the moment he was drafted. Strictly speaking, he is now also a soldier in the kingdom of Rand. Of course, it would be more accurate to say that he was a temporary soldier of the cannon fodder type.

As a low-status soldier, Turner and the other six veteran mercenaries chosen had no right to refuse the assignment, and obeying orders was their only option. Turner knew that if he refused, he would be executed on the spot for disobedience and desertion.

Of course, although this mission is extremely dangerous, the reward afterwards will be quite generous. The major forces in the small town of Lancer have joined forces to form a wartime command system, and a huge variety of resources have begun to be mobilized and gathered, and those leaders and brains will not hesitate to reward their subordinate soldiers.

Not to mention...... couldn't help but touch the brand-new Warcraft leather armor on his body that he had changed into before the mission, and Turner's heart couldn't help but feel a little excited. This is a third-level Demonic Beast Leather Armor worth hundreds of gold coins.

Carefully feeling the extraordinarily flexible touch of the third-level demonic beast leather armor on his body, and experiencing the warmth coming from the leather armor, Turner's originally expressionless face couldn't help but curl up at the corners of his mouth.

If you guessed correctly, this should be a demonic beast leather armor made from the skin of a fourth-level Flame Blasting Tiger.

It's a pity that this Flame Blasting Tiger's fur is estimated to have not been preserved intact after death, so this mutilated fourth-level Warcraft fur can only be made into a third-level Warcraft skin armor.

The fourth-level Flame Explosion Tiger is not an easy guy to deal with, even if his entire Black Fox mercenary squad makes a move, it may not be able to deal with a Rank 4 Flame Explosion Tiger lightly. One of the most headache-inducing is the Flame Blaster's innate magic, the Flame Bomb.

This kind of magical beast with extremely powerful innate magic is the most difficult to deal with. If he really fought hard, a level 4 Flame Blaster would probably kill a few of his teammates in the Black Fox mercenary team before he died.

It's no wonder that this third-level Demonic Beast leather armor is worth hundreds of gold coins. And if this mission can be completed smoothly, this third-level demonic beast leather armor is only one of his afterthoughts, and another reward that makes Turner more satisfied is the handful of blood light thorns that he is holding in his right hand at this time.

It was a short thorn no more than three feet long. With its blood-red scarf, its unusually sharp spikes, and the two auxiliary stabs that split off at the tip of the sashimi, this bloodlight thorn was a superior weapon made from precious bloodlight magic iron. It's not quite as expensive as the extremely expensive magic weapons, but it's expensive.

And the most important thing is that this blood light thorn caused by the Blood Light Demon Iron still has a certain channeling and bonus effect on his water attribute fighting qi, which can at least increase his combat power by two percent.

A weapon of the highest quality like this cannot be bought without two hundred gold coins. Although it seems that the value is not as good as this third-level demonic beast leather armor on his body, don't forget how big this short thorn is? In terms of materials alone, the Blood Light Demon Iron is still more precious than the fourth-level Demon Beast Leather Armor.

If it weren't for the importance of this dangerous mission, how could the big names in those big chambers of commerce be willing to distribute these precious monster skin armor and high-grade weapons to their lowly mercenaries.

Not to mention, he still carried two bottles of precious second-level potions in his arms. This is a second-level potion that is rarely seen on weekdays, and it is said that it was personally concocted by the magical pharmacist who was in the limelight in that potion competition during the day, Young Master Rogge of the Lance family.

These two bottles of potions are really good things. In the potion competition during the day, Turner had also seen the magic of that Young Master Rogge with his own eyes. It is said that these two bottles of second-level potions were made by him himself, and they are definitely real high-end goods.

With these two vials of life-saving healing potions, Turner was confident that he would not really die even if he was seriously injured during the operation. This made the old mercenaries who came out to investigate feel a lot more at ease.

"Boom", a sudden slight sound from a short distance to the left, interrupted Turner's thoughts. The body fell violently, but the right foot that had already stepped out was in the air, and then it fell to the ground more gently and quickly...... The body was already crouching, and the light blue eyes swept quickly and vigilantly to the left, and the muscles in the body were tense violently, like a spring compressed to the extreme......

If memory serves, to his left should be the old mercenary Tile Tooth from the Cheetah Mercenary Squad. This shouldn't have been a mistake made by Vaya due to negligence during his actions, he was an old mercenary who was even more qualified than himself...... In other words, what has he noticed or discovered?

As one of the three old mercenaries in the center, the old mercenary Turner certainly couldn't misremember the location of his companions. He distinctly remembered that the old mercenary on his left, Vaya, had brownish-red hair and light brown eyes, typical of the city-state of Gary.

Waya is forty-four years old this year and has twenty-one years of mercenary registration qualifications.

In the small town of Lancer, Vaya is also a well-known veteran mercenary with a unique ability to scout. Don't look at this guy with a wooden face, but his extremely keen sensing ability makes Turner, who is also a detective mercenary, envious and admired.

As a veteran mercenary more senior than himself, Turner didn't believe that Vaya would make any low-level mistakes in such a dangerous environment. Then his only motive for making that noise was to warn. In fact, this can be regarded as an unwritten warning code between the old mercenaries in different queues to each other.

By this time, Turner's body was almost curled up in a ball, clinging to the foot of a large tree, his eyes flashing blue and scanning the surroundings vigilantly......

The surroundings had fallen completely silent, and it was obvious that both the other old mercenary on the right and the four old mercenaries twenty feet behind him had all quietly hidden after hearing the sound of the sound from the tile teeth.

An inexplicable chill enveloped Turner's body. Qi and blood surged in his heart, the cold hairs on his body stood upside down, Turner's eyes flashing with a misty blue light immediately narrowed, covering up the leaking light, and the blood light thorn in his right hand slowly clenched......

As his heart beat faster, Turner was sure that it was a warning from the supernormal feeling he had developed over the years on the brink of life and death—danger was near! xh118