Sauron didn't dare get too close.

The Hunters have anti-tracking abilities, and the Gnoll has a good sense of smell, allowing it to smell the living if it is too close. At this moment, Sauron's figure has been completely shrouded in shadows, and there is no trace of it at all, and he is also moving in the shadows, and he will definitely not be exposed to a position without shadows.

Little by little, the distance is getting closer.

Sauron was moving slowly, barely audible footsteps, and there was a gray hare beside the grass, and until Sauron passed a meter next to it, it was unaware of it, still busily gnawing on something. Traces of a bonfire can be seen ahead, and it seems that the hunters are still spending the night here, and there are skinned beast carcasses nearby, which must have hunted and barbecued a wild boar last night, and the wild boar still has half a pig's head that has not been eaten.

A hybrid orc figure appeared in front of him, looking at the foot of the mountain with a fierce expression, rubbing a battle axe in his hand.

“%*&*（@#……%*（……”

A series of voices that Sauron couldn't understand at all came, it seemed to be the dialect of the half-blood orcs, and there was a little bit of purebred orc language, this language could not be understood without special learning, and could only be judged by its facial expressions, the half-blood orc seemed to be a little angry, constantly pointing at the foot of the mountain as if trying to attack.

The number of hunters has decreased a lot!

Sauron saw the pitch-black high-ranking gnoll, with an extra sword wound on its face, and stared coldly at the hybrid orc.

It seems that they are not done with the hunt.

"Something must have happened!" Sauron followed the shadows, sneaking around a hundred or two hundred meters to the foot of the mountain. His expression grew solemn, so that the grass on the ground seemed too vigorous.

He reached out and picked up a vine and muttered, "This is?" Winding? Wrong! It's not like a simple spell effect! ”

The power of spells won't last so long.

The qiē in front of me obviously lasted for two or three days. These plants are full of life for some reason.

"Druid?"

Little by little, Sauron found that the foot of the mountain had turned into a sea of plants, full of green vines, which seemed to come to life, swaying gently in the wind, and faintly observed traces of unreasonable activity. The vigorous plants act as a barrier to the loopholes in all directions. Blood is clearly visible in some places, with spikes on the vines piercing into the bodies of certain creatures, using their blood to sustain themselves. However, there are also traces of withering in areas near the edge.

"Is this a revitalizing plant? Or is it a change in divine power? ”

Sauron slowly drew his scimitar, not daring to approach the vine that was obviously too vigorous, this kind of thing was definitely a first-class difficulty, and a bad luck legendary wanderer could fall into it. Just look at the corpses inside the vines. Those are definitely the corpses of high-level hunters. They have killed at least 6 guys with class level 15 and higher on this vine. It looks like they've tried fire attacks as well, but these supernatural vines aren't afraid of fire at all.

Sauron saw the figure of the elven guard, the number had decreased a lot, only three people were still standing, and there were four or five next to him who fell to the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead, and it seemed that they had died a lot. The elven nobleman with a handsome face at the beginning was still there, but he looked very wolf, with three claw marks on his face. The eyebrows were all cut open, and a face looked extremely hideous. Judging from the wound, the opponent was almost attacked to the temple.

"Doesn't look like a burst of divine power? Could it be because of some legendary item? ”

Sauron stared at the elven nobles in the distance, his expression was a little desperate, he had been trapped here for nearly three days, most of his guards were dead, and the rest were basically wounded. They had obviously been blocked by the hunters, and they had only been able to hold on to the vines outside for so long.

Little by little, time passed.

The desperation on the elven nobleman's face became more and more obvious, and the guard said something in his ear, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

This vine can't last forever.

If no one comes to their rescue, these people are definitely going to die at the hands of the hunters!

It's getting darker.

Sauron quietly landed on the pole and slowly walked along the shadows, the patience of the wanderers was good, and the patience of Sauron was even better. He did not rush to attack, nor did he make any moves to expose his existence, just like a bystander, always watching the movements of a group of people at the foot of this mountain, maintaining a distance of about one or two hundred meters. Don't look at the constant bickering of the hunters, their vigilance has not been lowered, Sauron is sure that he will kill with one blow, but he is not sure that he will be able to retreat after the attack.

He didn't come near the elves either.

First of all, Sauron was not capable of helping them out of danger, and secondly, the other party would not necessarily believe him, and he was not enthusiastic enough to risk his life to help an unrelated person. There are still twelve hunters in this group, half of them are around 12 class level, and the other half are all high-level professionals with a career level of 15 or higher. The number of mixed orcs accounted for half, and although the strength of that high-level jackal was very strong, its voice seemed to have weakened a lot.

The hunters were roasting meat, and they sent someone to hunt a goat.

Someone tried to approach the vines, but immediately retreated at the sight of the dancing thorns, and his expression seemed to be very frightened.

Sauron sat on a tree, looking at the campfire in the distance, then turned to the dark shadow at the foot of the mountain, and then took out a piece of jerky and chewed it.

Night falls.

The hunters had barely slept, and were silently surrounded by campfires, frustrated and angry by successive failures interrupting the ritual.

The hybrid orc picked his teeth with a dagger and looked behind him with hatred.

Sauron heard a slight noise from the vines, but before he could make a move, the pitch-black high-ranking gnolls let out a sinister grin, and it crept in, getting closer and closer in the night. The other hunters looked hideous, glancing at each other but not moving, instead raising their voices slightly.

An elven guard 莃èi Shun Falcon base

The vines seem to be under control. He didn't attack him, and after he left the range of the vines, he sneaked outside, looking like he had taken a part-time ranger class. The people inside the vine were visibly nervously staring at him, Sauron's dark vision had already taken effect, and night was not much different from day for him, and the Shadow Warrior was an advanced class that was suitable for night activities.

Suck!

Just as the elven guards thought they had escaped. When he wanted to speed up and flee to report the news, suddenly a black shadow pounced out from behind the bushes, accompanied by a flash of cold light. The claws pierced directly through the elven guard's abdomen. The gnoll grabbed him by the neck with the palm of his hand, then lifted him straight up, and when the claw of his right arm was withdrawn, a large piece of blood was directly sprinkled in the intestines. A terrible scream rang out. There was an eerie silence within the vines. Then came the angry screams of someone.

The Gnoll grinned and lifted the elven guard, then walked towards the campfire.

The two strong hybrid orcs stood up, looked at each other fiercely, and then showed a cruel smile, and directly skewered the elven guards who had not yet died with wooden sticks, and then set them up on the bonfire to roast!

A miserable wail rang out.

The faces of the elven nobles in the vines were as white as white paper, and the remaining elven guards were also pale.

Sauron put down the jerky.

He suddenly felt that he really didn't have much appetite, and silently put away the dry food. The faint screams were still heard intermittently, and he clenched his scimitar and stayed where he was. I looked up at the sky.

It's still early.

The time before dawn is when people's spirits are the most relaxed, and even high-level professionals will feel a little tired during this time.

The screams from the campfire grew fainter.

Sauron stared blankly, his palm holding the scimitar a little pale, because it was too hard.

There was a smell of meat in the air.

But when this smell wafted out, the elf nobles in the vines suddenly spit out, spitting out tears and snot, and the whole person looked extremely wolf. The hunters let out a grinous laugh, and the half-breed orcs picked up the unrecognizable corpse, tore off a leg and threw it into the vine, and said something in a loud voice that seemed to be roasted and ready to eat.

One of the elven guards tried to rush out as if he was crazy, but was stopped by another man.

Because going out is also sending death!

The elven nobleman was already completely paralyzed in place, and his expression was a little nervous, because the roasted thigh was thrown in front of him.

As an aristocratic class, he probably had never experienced anything like this.

This is the real wilderness survival!

Sauron was silent, his figure untraceable in the darkness, keeping an eye on the campfire, occasionally looking up at the sky.

It's almost early in the morning.

The elves within the vines were close to collapsing, and the hunters' methods were beyond the reach of these pampered creatures.

Some of the hybrid orcs are sleeping, but some are on guard.

In the dark.

The high-level gnoll's eyes were green, and it had been watching the movement nearby, but as time passed, it also closed its eyes gently, they had been around here for almost three days, and it needed a little rest. The power of the spells was waning, and they found that some of the vines had withered, and it shouldn't be long before the damn vines were gone.

Sauron watched in silence.

Although the high-level gnoll man closed its eyes, it still sat on the ground in an explosive squatting, and it only took a moment to rush out.

It didn't fall asleep, it just closed its eyes and pretended to sleep.

Time is advancing minute by minute.

The half-breed orcs with warrior lines were already snoring, the vigilant hunters looked slightly tired, and the gnolls' posture was slightly tilted.

Sauron's expressionless face finally showed a trace, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the scimitar, and slowly approached in an arc.

A little, a little, a little closer.

……………… (To be continued......)