The group readjusted their group, completely forgetting about the Crystal-tailed Beast, and headed towards their intended destination. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Anyway, the mercenary team that can hunt the crystal-tailed beasts is definitely very strong, and it's not something they can provoke.

Lyle deliberately avoided the direction of the Crystal-tailed Beast's escape, in case he was bumped into by that powerful team, and mistakenly thought that his side was deliberately tailing.

Everyone unanimously agreed with Lyle's approach, there are no rules in the dangerous Warcraft Forest, the weak eat the strong, and some vicious mercenaries can only admit it, in a sense, humans are more terrible animals than Warcraft.

The sky was dark, obscured by the dense canopy of trees, and walking in the Warcraft Forest was like a late night, and with the faint glow of the glowstone, Lyle looked intently at the parchment map.

At this point, the pace of the procession was much slower. Xiaomei was physically exhausted, and she walked with a sad face, and it took about six hours from the time she set off to the present. During this period, he also encountered some dispensable and dangerous magical beasts, and was easily killed by the mercenaries.

In the end, this trip to the forest is very different from Xiaomei's imagination, there is no magnificent battle in the movie, and there are no adventures, but she has been rushing in the dark forest, and the cool climate in the forest makes her damp and sticky and unspeakably uncomfortable.

The hero of Yellow Fang is a mage, and he is not good at physical strength, so he got together with Xiaomei and complained in a low voice, but the thin Wu looked like he was fine.

All the old mercenaries with some qualifications understand that this is the best and most ideal task situation, and the real old birds walk in the Demon God Forest, like a fish in water, and will never disturb the Demon Beast.

Night is the time when most monsters hunt, it is much more dangerous than the day, once one is alarmed, it is easy to expose its whereabouts, and it is terrible if it provokes a group of monsters.

At Lyle's request, everyone smeared a layer of brown powder on their bodies, and Wren held it in the palm of his hand and sniffed it, a bit like the smell of moldy instant noodles in summer, mixed with the smell of pungent stinky socks.

"I'm rubbing, what is this!" Xiaomei almost threw these things out with a wave of her hand, the stench was almost comparable to that of the toilet, and she saw Wu next to her wipe the powder on her face indifferently, and almost vomited.

Lyle, who had finished smearing his whole body, came to Xiaomei's side and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this thing is not harmful to the body, and it can drive away weak monsters and mosquitoes in the forest." Warcraft has a keen sense of smell, and if we don't take some protective measures, we are like a little sun, and we will be attacked at any time. ”

In an instant, the smell was all around, and Huang Fang closed his eyes and pinched his nose, and smeared powder on his face with a face of refusal.

Looking at Wren again, he has already been painted all over his body, Xiaomei is ruthless in her heart, holding her breath with a bitter little face, smearing little by little, there is a feeling of cleaning the smelly garbage can in the hot summer.

When everyone was done, they were summoned together by Lyle, who held the map with a pile of glowstones at his feet.

He hung the map on a tree, snapped a branch and pointed to a blue dot on the map, saying, "This is our destination, a vast ice cliff." Five years ago, I used to harvest a lot of dragon fruit here, I don't know if the environment has changed now. ”

"Where are we now?" Wren asked.

Lyle pointed to the distance of more than a centimeter around the blue dot with a tree branch and said, "Right here, at our current speed, we can probably reach it the night after tomorrow." ”

Day after tomorrow? Xiaomei sighed, lowered her head miserably, back and forth, this kind of ghost environment has to stay for three or four days, not to mention how sad it is.

"Is the scope of this map the entire Warcraft Forest?" Wren asked.

Lyle smiled, "I can't get that kind of good thing, this map is only a part of the middle layer of the Warcraft Forest, and the entire map, even the city lord of Thousand Snow City doesn't have it." ”

Wren borrowed this map to take a look, and the speed of their progress was not slow, but despite this, the distance of the thumb on the map would take two days. It's a pity that Valoran doesn't have a ruler or anything like that, so he can't know the exact distance.

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In the quiet night, the wind blows the treetops, and Lyle's calm voice echoes, explaining some precautions in the Warcraft Forest for everyone, and occasionally inserting a little story between mercenaries, and in a harmonious atmosphere, the beast howls that sounded in the distance no longer seem to be so creepy.

A bonfire was lit, made by the fire mage Yellow Fang, and the surrounding trees were damp, and he took a lot of effort to light them. The warm light of the fire dispelled a little dampness, and everyone sat around the fire, Xiaomei looked comfortable, and longed to put the whole person on the fire and roast it twice. Her clothes were close to her skin, and her hair was wet, an experience she had never had since she was born into a wealthy family.

The mercenary 'Encyclopedia' took out a wooden box from his backpack and took out water and dry food from it to distribute to everyone, and Wren was also given two pieces of black bread and a bottle of water.

A warrior mercenary sat on the ground with a shield on his shoulder, roasted and ate black bread on the fire with his sword, and muttered, "Captain, can you have a drink in a day?" ”

"No, have you forgotten that you can't drink alcohol during our team rules mission?" Lyle grimaced.

There was a complaining lament, and the soldier stared at the captain with unwilling eyes, Wren couldn't bear it, thinking that it would be good to drink a little wine in this atmosphere, so he said a few kind words for the soldier, which made the latter full of gratitude.

Wren said that the weight was different, and Lyle sighed, took out a wooden bucket the size of a warm pot from the system backpack, unscrewed the lid, and the fiery red viscous liquid splashed out a little.

The warrior shouted excitedly and gave Lyle a thumbs up, "Usually you are reluctant to give us a drink, but this time you are willing to take it out?" ”

Seeing that the eyes of a group of mercenaries were shining, revealing a hungry and thirsty appearance, Wren asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"Ha, it's a kind of wine that is a specialty of the captain's hometown, but it's strong enough, and it's very warm in one sip!" The warrior got a wooden cup out of nowhere and walked up to Lyle with a grin.

The viscous red liquid poured out of the barrel like silk, and the warrior's saliva was about to flow out, and his mouth said: "More, more, more." ”

The palm-sized quilt was not even half full, and the soldier shouted aggrievedly: "Captain, this is enough to drink, and one bite is gone!" ”

Lyle was angry and slapped the warrior on the skull, "You have the ability to do it in one go, tomorrow's mission will be none of your business, stay here and sleep and turn into feces!" ”

The warrior laughed dryly, he knew that the wine was very strong, and he said this just to bargain for more points, but Lyle didn't eat this set at all.

"Come, Rennes, you can also taste it, this wine is not blown by me, it has a price in Thousand Snow City, even if the rank one wants to drink it, it is difficult to find it!" Lyle poured half a glass and handed it to Wren, the wine was blown so godly that Wren was also interested, and couldn't wait to take a sip.

The mercenaries stared at Wren gloatingly, and Lyle also looked weird, only Yellow Fang and Xiaomei were confused.

In the next second, Wren, who drank a sip of viscous liquor, started from the root of his neck, his face became extremely red, a flame rose in his body, and the chill of the ice and snow dissipated in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, his head spun around, and his feet fell to the snow.

"Hahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter, the soldier covered his stomach, and the black bread he was holding in his left hand fell on the snow, Wu couldn't help but laugh in his eyes, and silently thought: It turns out that this great killing god is also a human, and he will faint when he drinks a sip of spirits...

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After filling their stomachs, everyone set up camp, and several simple tents were set up, Xiaomei was a girl and had one by herself, and the men were all crammed into this small tent of less than two square meters.

With the liquor in their stomachs, everyone's conversation box was opened, not as restrained as before, and several mercenaries found out through chatting with Wren and them: It turned out that the people from the Grand Guild were not as unkind as they imagined. On the contrary, this guy with Yellow Tooth is purely a chatter, no, he is discussing the difference between women in the two worlds with the warrior and the encyclopedia.

Mei sits by the campfire and bakes her clothes, teasing Woo with red cheeks, while Wren and Lyle discuss the dragon fruit.

Another hour passed, everyone was tired after the day's journey, the soft snoring sounded, the bonfire was extinguished, and under the faint glow of fluorescent stone, Wren and Lyle sat side by side.

There was a rustling sound in his ears, and Lyle smiled, picked up a stone and threw it at the bushes.

"Squeak, squeak."

A white rabbit popped out, and Lyle's malicious smile was reflected in its small round eyes, and it was so frightened that it kicked off on all fours.

Lyle threw another stone, using the power of the Adept, and smashed it into the trunk with a thud, making a small hole. He sighed regretfully: "This is an ordinary beast, what we painted has no effect on it, but unfortunately it was run away, its meat is delicious." ”

"Speaking of powder, what the hell is it?" Wren was covered with this stuff all over his body except for the palms of his hands, and after getting used to the foul smell, it didn't seem to be so smelly.

"I really want to know?"

"Say it."

Lyle said, "It's the feces of the Storm Bear, with a little herb added to it. ”

I wiped, Wren's face changed, he didn't have a habit of cleanliness, he accepted it after being surprised, glanced at Xiaomei, who was sleeping defenselessly in the tent, and secretly thought, fortunately she didn't hear it, otherwise she would have made a lot of noise and washed off this layer of powder.

"I really envy you people from other worlds." Lyle said abruptly, he looked at the sky, took out the barrel and poured himself a small glass of wine, and took a sip. As the captain, he has some special privileges, such as the prohibition of alcohol that is not valid against him.

"What's there to envy about this?" Wren pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and spat out a smoke ring in enjoyment.

"I heard that in your world, the number of paranormal people is very small, and most of them are just ordinary mortals, but they can rely on their own hands to work to get food and safe space, right?"

Wren was stunned, and turned his head to look at Lyle in the sip, who looked a little lost, an emotion that rarely appeared on a mercenary's face.

Lyle continued to drink, stroking the one-handed sword that was full of chips and no longer sharp, and said as if talking to himself: "On the mercenary resume, my grandfather died on the fifty-second mission, and my father died on the fiftieth mission. I, on the other hand, have completed forty-seven missions. ”

After being silent for a long time, Lyle took another sip of wine, suddenly stood up and looked at the surrounding trees, completely shook off his lost expression, as if the person before was not him, laughed twice and said: "Every mercenary is like this, I feel a ball." ”

From the previous chat, Wren learned that Lyle still has no children, maybe he is afraid that his children and grandchildren will follow the same path as him, right? Thinking about the life of a mercenary, it's quite pitiful. Ninety percent of the mercenaries in the Valoran Continent did not die of natural causes when they died, but died in the Warcraft Forest. According to incomplete statistics, the average age of mercenaries is only forty years old, and in this regard, thirty-eight years old Lyle is an advanced age.

After smoking a cigarette, Wren waved his hand to Lyle and said, "You go to sleep first, I can't sleep, it's your turn to keep vigil next." ”

Lyle didn't refuse, he was a little dizzy after drinking so much wine, and after talking to Wren so much, the two finally eliminated the unhappiness of Cana, and they no longer got along so stiffly.

Thinking about it from another perspective, Lyle's way of abandoning Rennes to protect the team members is very correct, and it is impossible to blame it, if Rennes were Laile, he would do the same, so Rennes would be Laile.

The cold wind blew through the shabby of the sneering of the humble makeshift camp, and Wren sneered at the sight of Yellowfang putting his feet on the crotch of the warrior's pants.

In order to cheer up, Wren once again took out a cigarette and lit it, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement around him. The feces of the Storm-Armored Bear can only drive away the weak Demonic Beasts, but there are some sinister things that are not even afraid of the Storm-Armored Bear itself, let alone the feces, and it is this kind of thing that Wren is wary of.

In the middle layer of the Warcraft Forest, there are countless Warcraft at the level of the Storm Armor Bear, and there are so many types of Warcraft that humans have not been able to fully understand until now.

In the silent night, beside the extinguished bonfire, Wren, who was smoking, inexplicably felt a trace of warmth. After entering the League of Legends, the cruel reality hit Rennes's nerves again and again, and he didn't dare to slack off like a taut string, walking on thin ice to carry out each mission. Mother's illness, the forced demolition of the dark dog, the erasure of memories... These put more pressure on Wren's thin shoulders.

But now, with this group of mercenaries of mediocre strength, Wren is very happy. Perhaps when Lyle first approached him, he valued the Thorn Flower Guild, but now Wren believes that Lyle really treats him as a friend. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that to anyone.

Another point is that it is not difficult to see from the performance of Lyle's mercenaries that they are all extremely convinced of Lyle, not because of the captain's title and strength, but because of a kind of respect from the heart. This kind of person is worth befriending, even if it is not beneficial to the growth of his strength.

Wren secretly thought that the sword in the backpack should be given to Lyle, as a gift for the glass of wine. Speaking of the intensity of that glass of wine, Wren still feels that the fire in his stomach has not disappeared. (To be continued.) )