The ground began to become more damp, and in many places there were directly foul-smelling pools of water and moss, which looked like the ground, but when you stepped on it, you fell into it halfway. Although most of them were dragged out of the mud by their teammates in time, after several times, more than half of the centaurs in the team were all **, exuding a disgusting smell, and the wind stinked for three miles.

In such a place, no one dared to ride a horse, not even Diego was leading the Kodomon on foot. Because they had to be careful to keep an eye on their feet so that they could stay in the direction and not get stuck in the mud. At first, it was a smooth journey, but as time went on, their pace became slower and slower, and their surroundings became more and more dangerous. The swamp itself is so full of decay that even druids and hunters can't find any fixed path here. In many places, the mud ponds are bottomless, and once you fall into them, you will be wiped out, and you can't even pull them back, and you can't find anyone after a few blisters. In desperation, Diego had to connect the six people who were exploring the path with piso, and the situation improved a lot.

Continuing on, the vegetation in the swamp became more and more luxuriant, among the decaying trees, there were dead thatch and rotting shrubs everywhere, and under their ** leaves, there were countless mosquitoes hidden, and when Diego they passed, all kinds of gnats always "boomed" into the air, and attacked in groups, and they were surrounded by swarms of mosquitoes and locusts, these guys crawled into their necklines, sleeves and hair mercilessly, greedily sucking blood, and feasting.

"I'm going to be bitten to death!" Masrae shouted. He couldn't help but transform into a cheetah form to avoid the bugs, but it didn't have much effect. "It's still a muddy swamp, this place should be called a bug swamp!"

"How were they going to survive when there were no humans to bite them before?" Diego agrees. Scratching the pimple that was bitten out of his neck, he complained. It's strange that in this hellish place, his various insect repellent herbs have completely lost their effect, and those ** mosquitoes seem to be fearless, and they are about to drain and suck them up.

They waded in this damn mud pond for a day, knowing that in the evening, they found a fairly hard ground to camp, but even at this time, the mosquitoes of ** were not willing to let them rest well. The smoke from the wet wood in the campfire can almost kill a person. But they still couldn't dispel the evil vampires, and they could even hear the slight explosion of the insects that rushed into the fire one after another, and the sound didn't stop when the campfire was lit, and it almost drove the crowd crazy.

"Haven't you been here before? How did you get bitten so wolf? "Diego looked at the also bitten head full of Gueran? Vimes, puzzled.

"I'm a warrior, and I've been heavily armed when I used to pass through this swamp, so it's not a safe place." Captain Vimes replied solemnly.

"Plate armor?"

"Yes."

"Uh, okay!" Diego couldn't help but roll his eyes, wearing heavy armor on this soft, sticky muddy road. That's a lot of perseverance and determination, but looking at the situation today, Diego believes that his men will definitely not lack this.

"Good news, guys. If you don't want to be annoyed by these insects tomorrow, you can put on armor and use it to some extent. Diego shouted at the soldiers around him.

The crowd cheered, in their opinion. As long as you can get rid of these bugs, even if you are tired. It was also worth it, and a few soldiers even took their armor off the baggage cart and put it on, and it seemed that they didn't plan to take it off when they slept at night.

"If you can keep up with the team." Diego added in his heart. In fact, even cavalrymen rarely wore armor to hurry, because most of these armors weighed fifty or sixty pounds, and if they walked more than ten miles in wear, they could even get tired of men and horses. However, most of Diego's choices for his subordinates were chainmail lined with animal skins, no more than thirty pounds, barely enough to walk.

But for them, there is more to be wary of than mosquitoes in this dangerous swamp, although Diego has specially arranged for more people to be on duty at night, but when the time came to midnight and people were sleeping soundly, Diego suddenly heard a cry of terror.

He turned over and picked up his death gaze and ran out of the tent.

The campfire was still blazing, and the illuminated camp was lit up. He saw that the soldiers on night were running to the south of the camp, so he followed.

"What's going on?" He asked aloud to one of the soldiers running beside him.

"Looks like a big guy, Gaz was dragged away!" The soldier gasped and replied.

Gaz was one of the two gnolls who had been stuffed into the guard by Van Gore, and unlike his cunning and lazy compatriots, this gnoll boy was honest and gentle, hard-working, and willing to exert his strength, and even the most critical could not ask for more.

The camp was not large, and they ran to the other end in a few steps, and to Diego's surprise, the gnolls were not dragged into the water. Although his entire head was bitten in the mouth by a huge crocodile that was about ten meters long, his exposed hands still held a wooden stake the size of a bucket and half a human high.

Several soldiers were sitting between him and the crocodile, slashing with spears and swords, but they couldn't pierce the crocodile's thick crust.

"Poke him in the eye!" A soldier shouted anxiously, but the greedy crocodile refused to let go, but kept flicking from side to side, trying to pull the gnolls off the stake, which happened to prevent them from hitting their target.

The jackal let out a painful ** from the crocodile's mouth, although it is not dead yet, it seems that it is not far from death. The guards were even more anxious. Just then, Diego walked over with a gun.

"Get out of the way." Diego exclaimed.

The guards scattered to the sides, and Diego stepped forward and fired a shot at the back of the crocodile's eyes, where the crocodile's brain was, a distance he didn't even have to take a closer look.

The crocodile let out a long series of snoring sounds, and fell directly to the ground on its stomach, without even struggling, and just lost its breath. The soldiers rushed up and broke the crocodile's mouth open - dragging Ghaz the jackal out of it.

People were surprised to find that Gaz was wearing an iron helmet, the kind that was fully covered, and even the eyes were protected by iron grilles - to be honest, a full cover helmet that fits the shape of a gnoll's head is really hard to find - this is the biggest reason why he survived! (To be continued.) )