"You've crossed three areas, so you can't remember the route back, right?"

Russell asked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Nope."

Donald and the other two focused their gazes on one in unison, "He remembers." ”

"I'll leave it to you."

Russell patted him on the shoulder, with a look of 'I am optimistic about you':

"Without further ado, let's take care of the injuries, let's leave quickly, and the top priority is to go back to recover our lives."

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"I'm a druid."

The 'chosen' man said it all by calling a bird and communicating with it, "Although I have only mastered one [Beast Communication] ability, it is enough to find the right direction. ”

"Follow me."

He released the bird and walked in the opposite direction of the sun.

The Homader class is generally considered to be the best for scouting, as they are agile, proficient in dodging, have strong independent mobility, and have excellent adaptability, and this is true, but in a scout team, Stalker alone is not enough.

For example, Russell, the reason why he was able to join the reconnaissance team is because the mage has the ability of [Detection of Danger] and [Area Perception], which is helpful for the team's pursuit of advantages and avoiding disadvantages, but it is a bit overkill to use the mage known as the 'battlefield meat grinder' to investigate.

The same is true of druids, and even more so in some respects, low-level druids who have not yet developed that kind of dogmatic belief that would be well suited to this kind of work.

Under the guidance of the druids, they walked far away safely.

"Stop!"

Russell sensed something, his nerves did not soften, and he remained highly vigilant. Compared to the original body, he can better use the spell of [Danger Detection], to put it bluntly, this is an intuition of danger. Alone from the group, hiding behind a giant tree, he cautiously poked his head out.

Twenty humanoids with only brown fur were about a hundred meters from Russell's location, about seven feet tall, with huge coyote-like heads, vicious, and viscous saliva hanging from their mouths, which were disgusting.

It's a group of gnolls who drive the Nottingham forest beasts such as chocobos and giant deer to walk in the mountains.

[Gnoll Brute (Bronze Tier 7)×27]

Russell's pale golden eyes gradually turned into a faint aqua blue, and complex data symbols flowed in his eyes... Combo, [Pupil of Truth] is his talent, and it is actually a system accessory ability that every player has, which allows him to gain the ability of [Information Acquisition] and [Vision Enhancement].

"There are some gnolls down there, you wait for me, I'll deal with them."

Russell informed Donald and the others and followed the gnolls. This kind of energy value at his fingertips, he will not let go, although the intelligence of the jackals is higher, but they are easy to be dominated by the wild, and their individual combat effectiveness is much worse than that of the lizardmen, it is easy to deal with them.

"Frost Path!"

Russell, who possessed the Heart of Frost, could easily gather the purest ice elementals, and even if he stood still, the ice elementals would be willing to approach him, and he didn't even need to chant to guide him to cast ice spells.

At this time, Russell's mana was in a state of [full], although the amount in the mana pool was a little less, but the mana output power was not ambiguous at all, and the mountain where the jackal was standing was frozen into smooth ice by him in an instant. The mountain was sloping, and the reduction of friction caused them to lose their balance in an instant and roll down the hillside one after another.

The beasts lost their shackles and fled in all directions, and the gnolls broke the ice with their sharp claws, then stabilized themselves, their small, bloodthirsty red eyes staring at Russell.

Gnolls like to move in groups, fight together, instead of fighting alone, they will choose to go on a few, they don't know what fear is, it is just a habit to bully more and less, once they target their prey, they will chase after it.

Dozens of jackals exerted their strength in unison, and the powerful leg force squeezed on the ice, and the ice collapsed instantly, they were huge but not as bulky as they looked, wielding strangely shaped flail blunt objects, throwing out their long tongues, and rushing towards Russell with a hideous face.

"So..."

Russell looked at the curious faces of this group of jackals, and the posture of the ghost animals that ran irregularly but never fell to the ground, and felt speechless, "I'm really annoying, these guys." ”

The reason why the wild races are confined to the harshest conditions in the wilderness by the combination of humans, elves, dwarves, and other races is that they are not recognized by Grantis, and even the most benevolent goddesses of life and the gods of nature are unwilling to accept their worship.

At the end of the day, they are genuine otherworldly beings, repelled by the laws of Grantis. During the First Demon War, the demons created them with evil spells, some of which even directly possessed demonic blood. The demons branded them in the hope of using them to disrupt Grantis, and the creatures did live up to the demons' expectations.

-- They did it even better.

Greed, brutality, malice, laziness, cunning, plundering... They are a combination of negativity and evil, with vitality and adaptability far stronger than the stove killer, tenacious enough to live like a fish in water under the rejection of the law.

Russell has always thought that suffixing the word "human" to this group of guys is simply an insult to people, and these oviparous creatures are also worthy of being called people? Isn't it bad to call xx monsters like jackals and pig-headed monsters?

If the namer was in front of him, Russell could hardly guarantee that he would not kill him.

The breath was disgusting enough when facing these guys in the [King of the Realm], and it was even more disgusting when the real-life Grantis faced with the entity.

How do you feel when you see cloudy spittle stars flying around, and two dozen dog heads flaring their ugly long tongues wildly in front of you?

The more Russell thought about it, the angrier he became, and his anger reached its peak.

The blue magic condensed in the palm of his left hand... Spinning, the extremely cold ice elemental was pulled to the magic cyclone, and the dense frozen air visible to the naked eye surrounded it, and a terrifying aura was brewing.

Russell's left hand shimmered with an icy blue glow, shining in the reflection of the sun.

He gathered his palms as knives and slashed diagonally.

With a wave of his hand, a huge blade of light at a forty-five-degree angle to the plane flickered and disappeared in an instant.

"Zero Realm: Aurora Slash!"

The gnolls came to a halt in unison.

Moments later, their upper and lower bodies were separated forever, sliding down their ribs to their abdomen, not even a drop of blood coming out.

Surrounded by ice and mist, Russell's gaze was cold and terrifying.

"Let you flick your tongues again."

"If you don't die, you won't die, why don't you understand?"

[End of battle...]

[Battle evaluation S...]

[Kill the Gnoll Brute ×24, drain the target's life energy, and gain 720 energy]

"Are you alright..."

"You've been away for too long, and there's too much movement here, so let's take a look."

"It's... Did you do it? ”

Seeing the bodies piled up on the ground in front of them, the people of the seventh team expressed their shock.

"Yes."

Russell nodded tiredly, the blow just now almost exhausted all his mana, making his mana state become [depleted], he pointed to the three gnolls that were frozen on the side, and asked:

"Can you communicate with the living mouth I deliberately left?"

The druid shook his head, "No. But someone can, he's in the fortress, and we have to bring him back to the fortress first. ”

"Then let's go back first."

Russell Road.

"I think we can ride these chocobos."

Not far from them, a few chocobos were still hovering there, and Russell noticed them, a group he had rescued from the gnolls.

Chocobos love to run and have a short temperament, but they will give their sincerest gratitude to the creatures who help them.

"They'll be happy to pick us up."

Russell beckoned to them, and sure enough, they ran over with bird's steps and rubbed Russell's cheek intimately.