Ogmdo Mountains, in the middle of the jungle.

One by one, the cavalry was taken by surprise by Ilan, and then, with the spatial ring, the corpse was put away, erasing the traces of his traces.

Ilan slowly looked at the fallen corpse and muttered to himself.

"Heh, it's getting harder and harder to hunt."

The number of Gramm's cavalry was getting smaller and smaller, and there were only about thirty people left, and the team members began to panic, as if death had descended.

"This Ilan is too cunning, we have no place to use our strength."

"Captain, it can't go on like this, you must change your strategy to avoid being broken by everyone."

"Then what do you say?"

"Gather your strength together, form a ten-person squad, and the clenched fists are more powerful to hit people."

"Okay, listen to you, and make them into three ten-man squads."

Under Nasvaldo's leadership, Captain Fonseca had already gathered up the team and reorganized the three-man squad into a ten-man squad.

In this way, the difficulty of hunting is multiplied, creating great difficulties for Ilan.

But he was always not arrogant or impatient, quietly lurking, motionless, patiently waiting for the opportunity to come.

The chance is not good, and Ilan will never make a move.

I will never see the stragglers again, after all, their comrades keep dying, which makes them have a psychological shadow, and they no longer dare to act alone.

As the sun sets, the night covers the beautiful Ogamdo Mountains, and the dark mountains and forests become quiet and mysterious.

Gramm's three ten-man teams, scattered in different parts of the mountains, stopped their search in the thick of the night and began to camp.

Physically and mentally exhausted, they lit a roaring bonfire, and began to sit around the fire eating meat and drinking wine, telling jokes that were inappropriate for children, and gradually forgetting the fatigue and the panic of death.

Taking advantage of the night, Ilan walked slowly in the mountains and forests, he kept stopping to listen to the movements around him, and seemed very cautious, after all, there were still many people on Gramm's side, and Ilan didn't dare to startle the snake, and tried to minimize the sound.

Three bonfires are in the black mountain forest, and the goal is very eye-catching, illuminating the route for Ilan.

When about a hundred meters away from the first ten-man squad, Ilan cautiously stopped.

Now the timing is not right, the knights are still vigilant, after all, this is only the first half of the night, his chance is in the second half of the night, after these knights have fallen asleep.

"There's no chance, let's meditate first. In the second half of the night, there should be a chance. ”

Ilan hid in the tree and waited quietly, he entered a quiet meditation, absorbing the ubiquitous magical elements, the gray and black power of death and darkness stored in the mountains, like a sleeping beast.

As the night grew darker, the jungle became dead.

Gramm's knights, after they had eaten and drunk, gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The knight on duty at night was named Solam, a handsome young man, and he was full of vigilance.

Solam was very serious, constantly patrolling back and forth around the camp, carefully observing the movements around him, not letting go of the slightest movement.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was the second half of the night.

Solam's spirit was a little tired, and after a day of searching and patrolling for hours and hours, the young man's energy was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a spear in his hand, leaning against a thick purple tree, and began to doze off.

His eyes were closed, his head lowered and raised from time to time, and he rubbed his eyes with both hands, trying to avoid falling into a deep sleep.

After another while, Soram finally couldn't help but fall asleep, which created a perfect opportunity for Ilan.

In the second half of the night, Ilan woke up from meditation, and his short cultivation made him feel energetic and sharp.

In the darkness of the night, he slowly touched Solam.

"The sentry actually fell asleep, hehe, good chance."

Sentinel Solam had fallen asleep completely, and now, the ten-man squad was completely defenseless against Ilan.

Obviously, this is a very dangerous thing, and it is possible that Ilan will be caught in the net.

"Don't miss the opportunity, lose it again, kill."

In fact, like a cunning fox, Ilan quickly approached Solam's side, wiping his throat with the snake fang in his right hand, and covering Soram's mouth with a piece of animal skin with his left hand at the same time, causing him to die in agony, but unable to make a sound.

Killing Soram, who was on duty at night, Elan quickened the pace of the slaughter.

The remaining dozen or so people who were still sleeping like dead pigs were also cut their throats one by one by Yilan's soldiers without blood, and the whole army was wiped out and killed perfectly.

The soul fire was absorbed by Elan's natal bead and became even more powerful.

"The first target is a perfect kill, hehe, move on to the next target."

As she left, Ilan added some firewood to the fire to keep the fire burning and not extinguished, in case the other teams noticed something unusual.

Immediately afterward, Ilan hurried towards the next camp.

The second Graham camp is three or four kilometers away.

The hunter Elan did not dare to slack off, and took advantage of the cover of night to march quickly.

Approaching, when the distance narrowed to more than 100 meters, Ilan stopped the charge, and walked slowly like a tanuki gracefully, and when he approached, he tried to be as light as possible.

"Hehe, I'm really lucky that I wasn't discovered."

It didn't seem to arouse the alarm of Mistacori, who was on duty at night, and Ilan smiled, this is a good omen, it means a good harvest.

Mistakory is a second-class professional, the squad leader of the second camp, out of the captain's sense of responsibility, he is on duty tonight, the veteran's consciousness is not covered, he has taken a nap in the first half of the night, this time he is in good spirits, there is no fatigue at all, he keeps searching around the camp, he moves his steps, his eyes keep watching among the grass and trees, like a falcon, probing every move in the mountains and forests of Ogamdor.

Mistakory observes attentively, allowing him to know everything around him. He liked the feeling of being in control very much, and was even a little self-absorbed.

"Hehe, nothing has been found, everything is under my control."

He is an ambitious person, he is already in his thirties, but in the Harila Continent, his thirties are still very young, as long as he cultivates properly, it is not a problem to live to be one or two hundred years old, if he can be promoted to a third-level profession, it is said that his body will be reborn, so his lifespan can be greatly extended, and it is even common to live to be more than five hundred years old.

This operation gave him a chance, and the guy named Ilan was very difficult, and I am afraid that even he was not an opponent himself. Therefore, although he thought that his strength was very strong, he did not go stupidly to challenge Ilan, it turned out that his vision was still good, and those who challenged Ilan died no more.

He was born with a very keen instinct, and it was this ability that allowed him to survive life and death battles, and he also believed that he could live longer, and even dreamed of one day becoming the overlord of one side like Earl Gramm.

Although Mistakory thinks that he can't defeat Ilan, he has the confidence to kill the guy named Ilan, hehe, he is not alone, he has a small team of ten people, this is his solid backing, and it will also become his invincible hole card.

He was waiting for Ilan to arrive, maybe in the next moment, his feeling had been accurate, like tonight.

Ilan walked forward secretly, but he didn't dare to get any closer, because he spotted Mysdakori, a large, shrewd squad leader who had been patrolling all the time, and still had a lot of energy.

Ilan was very depressed, and the sentry didn't doze off, which is not a good thing.

Ilan waited for about half an hour, but Mistakory was consistent and didn't give him the slightest chance. This made Ilan feel very powerless, and even a cunning wolf could not do anything in the face of the lamb who was strictly guarded.

Ilan waited quietly, disappointed.

"No, there's no chance at all, so I have to retreat. Hey, there's a chance. ”

Things seemed to take a turn for the better, and the fire had subsided somewhat, and Mistrakori walked over to add some firewood to the campfire.

At this moment, Ilan was very nimble and slowly touched towards Mysdakory.

Close, close, ten, nine, eight......

Mistakory's back was to Ellan, and it seemed impossible to detect Ilan's arrival.

"Great, it's a rare opportunity."

Ilan was secretly happy in his heart, his pace was getting faster and faster, and he had reached the back of the big man Mistacory, the snake's tooth dagger had been taken out, and Sensen's chill diffused in the air, as if it was about to condense the entire space.

Seeing Ilan deliver a fatal blow, but a startling scene appeared, Misdakory suddenly turned around, and the light of his skill flashed, "Assault".

Assault, combat active attack skills, instant melee skills, cooldown time of 15 seconds, effective attack distance of 12 meters, can increase melee attack power by 230%.

I saw that Mistakory suddenly jumped up, locked on Ilan to launch an assault, if it hits Ilan, then Ilan will suffer huge physical damage, and will be in a state of restraint for 3.5 seconds.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice, and Ilan, who is caught off guard, is locked by Mistakory.

The big man grinned wickedly in the air, the broadsword in his hand shining brightly.

"Hehe, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I didn't expect you to be so mentally retarded, a little flaw, you will be fooled, it's really not challenging. Haha, you can go with confidence. I'll give you a good time. ”

"How is it possible that he was ambushed?"

Yilan was extremely bitter and depressed in her heart, and said secretly: I was careless, I thought it was a lamb, but I didn't expect it to be a cunning fox. Why didn't you think this was a trick to lure the enemy?

"Alas, I hunt geese all year round, and now I am pecked by geese."

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