The gnolls didn't seem to notice that death was looming, and he was still struggling with the jerky, which was honestly hard as a stone, and even with the gnoll's sharp teeth, it was a headache.

But just as his hand was about to touch the gnoll's skin, the thief's movements suddenly stopped. He slowly withdrew his arm and walked back the way he came.

It was a temptation. Wonder if this is a trap.

He retreated into the grass at the edge of the camp, rhythmically mimicking a few nightingale's calls. The cry sounded so vivid that it sounded like the real thing. So much so that the gnolls around the campfire looked back a few times in amazement. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his fangs, as if hesitating not to catch the bird for a tooth sacrifice.

The thief was startled, and he lowered himself as low as he could, not daring to make any sound, until the gnoll turned around with some regret and continued to lick the hard piece of jerky.

After a while, a few nightingales chirped in the distance, which were the responses of their companions. A few minutes later, with the slight flick of the bush foliage, four figures also dressed in black appeared at the edge of the clearing.

The thieves gestured to each other and slowly disappeared into the darkness. Their zài could not be seen from any direction, as if nothing was there. But that's not the case.

The gnolls around the campfire shuddered suddenly, and the blood from the ancestors made him keenly feel the malice coming from the shadows. He looked around with some fear, as if there were fierce beasts waiting to be devoured in the shadows around him.

But he didn't see anything.

He got up from the ground. He carried the two-handed sword in his hand.

"Who's where?" He shouted in a low voice of some uncertainty, but he did not raise his voice, as if he was afraid of being punished for waking up his sleeping alien companions.

He threw away the hard jerky in his hand. Clenching the hilt of his sword tightly, he stared fearfully at the dark jungle outside the camp. But the threat from the darkness was already closing on his side, and his life was in danger.

However, at this moment, with a piercing scream, a dazzling ball like the sun suddenly appeared in the sky above the camp. The Assassins, who had been hidden in the shadows, were blinded by the blinding light, and each revealed his body. One of them was standing behind the jackal, the dagger in his hand even lying across Van Gore's neck. With a slight pull, the latter's throat will be severed.

They scurried in panic, looking like insects and ants lurking beneath the freshly lifted rocks. However, another flare pierced the sky. It was brighter in the camp. A hunter crouched on a tall tree branch shot all the flares in the nest in one go.

On the edge of the jungle on the outskirts of the camp, a huge brown bear appeared there. It lowered its head and roared lowly. Although it hadn't attacked yet, its sheer size was enough to terrify the Assassins.

And on the other side of the camp. A pair of green beast eyes appeared in the grass. Ghosts watched their every move.

The Assassins finally realized that they couldn't run away, and they turned around and rushed in the direction of the tent, their daggers piercing through the tarpaulin. However, what they heard was a clanging of metal, the sound of blades stabbing against sheet metal.

In the next moment, with a terrifying roar, the tent was suddenly lifted from the inside, and a majestic figure rushed out of it. He holds a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. It came like a whirlwind.

At this moment, thunderous gunshots rang out. Breaking the tranquility of the forest. Accompanied by the flapping of wings of startled night birds. The bullet hit the thief who rushed to the front.

He leaned back and fell to the ground and didn't move.

At the moment when the shots rang out, as if they had received an order, the bear and the cheetah pounced on the assassins at the same time, and even the gnolls rushed towards them with their swords. The thieves were completely unable to resist such attacks from all directions, and perhaps they were unmatched in attacking from the shadows, but they were extremely poor at this kind of face-to-face frontal hardness.

The hunter only had time to fire a second shot, hitting the fastest thief, and then realized that he had lost his target. Almost instantly, almost all the thieves fell,

"Well done!" As he spoke, Diego climbed down the tree. They cautiously approached the thieves from all sides, mending their swords one by one. They had no intention of keeping their mouths alive, because everyone knew that the mouths of these MI7 assassins had never been pried open, and they were not only ruthless to their enemies, but also capable of attacking themselves. Many assassins see that there is no hope of escape, and often end themselves directly, simply and neatly.

……

Because of the ambush that night, they set off very late the next day. Because they have to make sure that they are in good shape at all times, knowing that MI7 has almost all the wind and snow in the Elwyn Forest, and they must be ready for possible attacks.

When they returned to the main road, it was already early afternoon. Due to the shade of the towering trees on the side of the road, it was not hot in the forest at all, and they comfortably walked along the road to the east after a full meal. The road runs from east to west across the Elwyn Forest to Stormwind. Strictly speaking, this road is not like the straight main road, although it is just as wide, but due to the special environment in the forest, when encountering those old trees, it has to make a detour and wind through the forest. However, in order to widen the road, some of the older trees were cut down. Most of these trees are hazelnut trees, but there are also some maple trees, zelkova trees, which are not so tall but grow very densely, and in some places the sides of the road have become their world.

A short distance south of the road, looking above the treetops, they could see in the forest to the south a white marble Union watchtower, which stood on the top of a hill overlooking the entire forest. Wendthor told them that there was a whole company of Stormwind soldiers stationed there.

"We can call on them for help when necessary, and their Knight Captain Thomas, used to be my old subordinate." He said with confidence.

These words made the group relax a lot, and they hurried quietly. In the silence of the forest, the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of Kodomon's big feet hitting the ground could be heard far and wide in the forest. Overhead, you can also hear the slight sound of the wind blowing the trees and the singing of the birds. The morning fog in the forest had long since dissipated, and they could see the end of the road at a glance, but it was not far away before it turned a corner.

Van Goray the Jackal also sat on the back of the Kodomon, and although the latter was not happy to carry the stinking little thing, he was somewhat reluctant to carry him at Diego's request. (To be continued......)