The group ran wild through the jungle, and thanks to the druids, the forest was very friendly to them, with no branches, no vines or roots to stop them. But even then, they ran out of breath, even when Diego activated the Cheetah Guardian. He couldn't remember how long he had been running, and he didn't quite know how far he had run, the only thing he could be sure of was that they weren't running in the wrong direction, or that they were heading southwest.

"Rest for a while, rest for a while, my old bones are going to be torn apart." Windsol was the first to take it anymore, and he shouted panting. After saying that, he tossed garlic under his feet, and fell into the grass by the side of the road with a "bang" - running away in heavy armor is a difficult thing for a young man, let alone a man of his age.

"Okay, take a break!" Diego whispered, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sitting down in a fairly flat spot.

Next to him, Masrae reverted back to his human form and sat down. He was covered in steaming hot and looked like a white fire elemental.

"That mage can't catch up, can he?" He looked at the forest to the north and said with trepidation.

"Perhaps, he probably hasn't understood what's going on yet." Diego pretended to be relaxed, saying that according to legend, some mages could come and go through the guò portal in an instant, and he was not sure if this mage would do this.

However, they did not rest for long, and within a quarter of an hour, Masrae suddenly rose from the ground.

"There's movement behind us, and someone is catching up," he said with some disbelief, his expression even looking a little frightened, "The mage's spell is really magical, and he found us so quickly." ”

"Get ready for battle." Windsol stood up against the tree beside him, carefully avoiding the clashing of his armor, and then stood at the front with his sword and shield raised.

Not far behind him, Diego stood behind a small tree, gently pushing his load, aiming in the direction from which the sound came. Now, even he could hear the clatter of human bodies colliding with leaves.

"It doesn't sound like a lot of movement, there shouldn't be many of them." Masrae whispered, it took him half a second to transform into a giant bear, staring at the grass in the distance.

"If a talent is good, we may be able to create a miracle, and three people will overturn a ** division." Diego longed, but he also knew it was impossible - mages who were desperate for their lives would never rush to the front, and in their eyes, that was the work of cannon fodder.

They didn't have to wait long, and after a few dozen seconds, a gnolloll stumbled out of the bushes. However, before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was tripped by the roots of the trees underground.

But it also happened to save his life, a scorching bullet whizzed over his head, and even ploughed the hair on the top of his head into a deep groove.

Diego was dumbfounded, he couldn't remember how many times this had happened, could it be that when he fought the Gnoll, his luck automatically decayed by half?

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm chasing me alone!" The gnolll cried out in a hurry, but instead of getting up from the ground, he just lay on his stomach, his hands raised high, in a gesture of surrender, "I'm not the mage's anymore!" ”

Windsol stopped his slashing one-handed sword just in time, and he looked back at his two teammates, completely confused as to what the situation was.

"Guan Haifa, go see if there are any other gnolls behind him." Diego said to his animal companion in his heart, who obediently burrowed into the grass and disappeared.

"Why are you chasing us?" Wendthor asked. He didn't allow the gnolls to get up, and it was important to find out what the gnolls were trying to do.

"I think you might need a guide, no one knows this place better than I do in Red Ridge Mountain." The gnoll barely looked up, baring his teeth, and Diego judged it to be a smile. But to be honest, it's really ugly. A few people finally recognized the gnolls as the one who had been turned into sheep by the mage, the guy named Van Gore. This gnoll was very different from ordinary gnolls, he was much taller than the others, and he was much better equipped. He wears brownish-yellow leather armor riveted with copper spikes, and a copper shoulder guard on his left shoulder.

"Hunters don't need guides, we're born darlings of the wilderness." Diego said proudly. Anyone could tell that the gnolls must have some kind of purpose, and they couldn't have gone on the road with a time bomb. Every year, more adventurers die from gullibility than from head-on combat.

"Then you go and die, we don't need you anymore." Wendsol threatened, and he pretended to rest his sword on the side of Van Gore's neck, and with a slight downward pressure, the sharp blade could slice the gnoll's throat.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I say," cried the gnoll in terror, and he moved back in fear to keep himself away from the blade, "I have offended Morgans, and it is a dead end to stay!" ”

"Then you can go anywhere, but why do you have to chase us?" Masrae asked, a vague premonition of something bad.

"I have the mark planted by that mage...... Van Goray said with a sad face.

"Hell!" Windsor really wanted to cut it down with a sword - Morgans must have known where they were by now, and perhaps was coming here with his army of minions.

Just then, Guan Haifa came back from the bushes, and shook its head at Diego.

"Guan Haifa said that what this jackal said is true, and there is no one behind him." Diego looked into the big cat's eyes, and he quickly understood what it was trying to say.

"What should I do?" Masrae was in a dilemma, as a follower of Elune, he could hardly say things like, "Kill this gnoll," but he also knew that running around with this scourge was not much worse than climbing to the top of a tree and shouting, "We're here."

Diego groaned for a moment, after staying in Azeroth for a long time, it was difficult for him to do what he did in his previous life, "I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go", and regarded life as a mustard. If you had just crossed that time, you would probably have done so.

"Where is that mark?" He asked, crouching down and looking the jackal's eyes.

"This ......," Van Gorey said, but after an impatient Wendsol patted him on the cheek with the spine of his sword, he immediately poured beans from a bamboo tube.

"Here, the sigil is attached to this!" He pointed to his neck and said quickly.

Following the direction he pointed, a group of people saw that he was wearing a spiked collar around his neck, which was made of very ordinary steel zuò, and the workmanship was very crude, but the spikes on it were of extraordinary quality, and gave off a faint light in the dark night. Diego speculated that it might have been adulterated with precious metals such as Mithril.

"I'll get it down." Masrae walked up and said, he pulled the silver axe from Diego's waist and gestured it around Van Gore's neck. He was confident in his prospect that he could cut the ring without hurting the gnoll.

"Don't, don't, there's ...... up there," Van Gogh struggled in horror, but Windsor stepped firmly on his back, preventing him from moving.

Before he could finish speaking, Masrae's axe had slashed into his neck, and with a clanging sound of metal, a bright light flashed from his collar.

Masrae felt his hand crisp, and the axe flew out. And Wendsol, who stepped on Van Gore, felt as if his right leg had been whipped with a wooden stick, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

The worst was Van Gore, who was lying on the ground, his eyes rolled, his hair exploded, and his whole body looked one size bigger. His long tongue drooped at the corners of his mouth, dragging it long.

"And gas, he's still alive." Diego said as he poked a finger in front of his nostrils. Looking at the three people in front of him, he almost couldn't bear to have a twitch on his face, and he barely managed to suppress himself from laughing.

"Laugh and we'll forgive you." Masrae said angrily, and he walked out and picked up the axe. But his long green hair had broken free from the shackles of the headband, and the fried puffy roots stood on end, making him look like an oversized green mushroom.

Comparatively speaking, Wendsol is in a better situation, he has straight and short hair, and the impact is not obvious. But he also felt that one leg was numb and crispy, and he couldn't use his strength for a long time.

After a few seconds, the three of them burst out laughing in unison.

They bent over and laughed heartily, tears of laughter flew out. In this laughter, all the depression, sadness, anxiety, and worry that had been in place for a long time gradually eased and slowly disappeared. The power called hope once again filled their bodies and lifted them even more.

"There's lightning up there...... "At that moment, Van Goray finally woke up, but as soon as he woke up, he said inarticulately.

He touched his neck, which made him let out a long sigh - his neck was still intact and had not been blown off, but the hairs on it had been scorched, and he touched the cinder in his hand.

"What should I do?" The three of them looked at each other, some of them not knowing what to do. In the end, Diego pondered for a while and came up with a solution.

"Has this collar ever been opened?" He asked, looking down.

"I did, and once I was doing a nice job for Morgans, he opened the collar and set me free for a few days, and it was the best few days since I was put in this damn circle......" Van Goreh recalled with feeling, but Diego didn't let him continue to reminisce.

"And what does the key look like?" Diego interrupted.

"A very ordinary key." Van Goray blinked his eyes and realized that he really couldn't tell the characteristics of the key, which was a very simple copper key.

"So," Diego turned around and looked at Masrae, "Hey, man, remember Camp Furiousfang?" ”

"Of course." The latter said in understanding, and he walked over, took a seed from his bag, and leaned into the back of the spiked collar, where there was a small keyhole, and if he was not careful, it would be difficult to spot.

"What's that?" The jackal asked with some trepidation, he was still a little clever, knowing that these people would not repeat the same mistakes after suffering a loss, so he didn't struggle much.

After more than ten seconds, there was a soft click from inside the iron ring, and it bounced off to the sides. Diego's guess was correct: as long as it wasn't broken with brute force, the spells stored inside the collar would not be activated.

Van Goray took the spiked collar in his hand and looked at it carefully, and for a long time this little thing had made him suffer enough. It wasn't a wonderful memory.

He finally grabbed the collar and threw it into the distance. The hoop flew a long distance in the air, fell into the bushes, and was out of sight. However, the next moment, with a soft "snap", a bright light suddenly shone from the bushes - the collar may have hit something hard like a stone, and the lightning energy in it was indiscriminately and burst away.

Van Goray instinctively shrunk his neck, but after a while, he realized that the collar was no longer tightly around his neck. This made him a little stupid.

"Now, you understand why I'm running away from this hellish place, right? Just a slight knock ......" he gestured at his neck, recalling, even though he knew that the nightmare had been thrown away by himself, he couldn't help but shudder, "It will make me feel pain......"

"We have to go, and even without this circle, this place is not safe. Since this gnolf can find us, there's no reason why the mage can't find us. Wendthor said with some urgency.

"Well, I think we'd better take this guy with us," said Diego, "maybe on the way, we can get some information about that mage from this gnoll's mouth." ”

Both Windsor and Masrae agreed, knowing that leaving the gnolls here would be no worse than killing him outright.

Van Goray was overjoyed, and he volunteered to be at the front. As they walked, they listened to the gnoll tell them about Morgans, but as the gnoll told them, their hearts sank.