It's a mess.

It is covered with a layer of dead branches and leaves that have accumulated for an unknown number of years.

There is a kind of hypocritical calm.

Such a muddy puddle can be seen almost everywhere in the forest, and some of them are just a layer of mud on the surface, and after stepping on it, at most they will slip under their feet and fall into, and there will be no major problems. And some are bottomless, and if you step on it without paying attention, you may not be able to climb back up.

As an experienced person who often walks in this large forest, Federer specially told him about this matter before Duon set off, very seriously and carefully. He told Duang that when encountering this kind of quagmire, he must pay more attention, and if he can get around, he must avoid it, and would rather take more detours than take risks in this quagmire. If you encounter that kind of situation that you can't get around, just break a long branch as a stick, explore the way, explore one step at a time, and if you are not careful, you will cause irreparable serious consequences.

"Don't risk your last name!" Federer said.

For Federer's advice, Duang firmly remembered it, and when he encountered several quagmires before, he was cautious and bypassed by.

It's a little farther away, but at least it's safe.

Duang knew the danger of the quagmire, but, obviously, the person in front of him didn't know.

So, this person was very pitiful, miserable and innocent, and fell in.

The dark black mud, rolled up with rotten leaves, swallowed half of his body, and the foul-smelling bubbling muddy water reached his waist, and the man struggled desperately, trying to climb out of it, but he couldn't exert his strength no matter what, and the more he tried, the deeper he sank into the mud, and the more he tried to get out, the more he couldn't get out.

It's miserable!

If Duang hadn't arrived in time, it wouldn't have been long before the man would have been completely engulfed in mud, drowning over his head, and suffocating to death. Even if this quagmire is not deep enough to swallow him completely, but he is completely incapable of crawling out of it now, and after a long time, he will starve to death and die of thirst.

The man was dressed in a leather robe made of animal skins, with a turban around his head, and a bow and arrow behind his back, and half of it was already sunk into the mud, and Duon knew that it was a very standard outfit for a hunter or an adventure party!

Adventure Squad!

Well, such organizations, throughout the continent of St. George, can be found everywhere.

These people are often adventurers with a certain strength, all professions, warriors, hunters, knights, magicians, they have a certain strength, but the strength is not high, not enough to win the favor of the authorities, which means that they cannot obtain the corresponding social status and rich wealth by being recruited by the authorities. In order to make a living, they often organize together, form a relatively fixed team or alliance, and then enter those places where there are many magical beasts, such as forests and grasslands, to hunt.

Warcraft is a very dangerous creature.

Warcraft is also a valuable creature!

Monsters' fur, bones, and certain body parts (such as the Tiger's whip) are all highly sought-after items in the market, especially the core of their body, which is the source of magical power.

The open price of an eighth-level Warcraft human-faced tarantula in the Bauhinia Empire market is 30,000 gold coins!

And in those black markets, the price of 80,000 gold coins was called.

Moreover, there is still a price and no market.

The magic cores of other types of Warcraft are probably the same.

Hunting monsters will bring these adventurers a huge amount of wealth, which can allow them to live the rich life they want. However, correspondingly, in the process of hunting demonic beasts, there are also all kinds of terrifying dangers.

Every year, countless squads of adventurers enter the mountains, grasslands, swamps, and even oceans to find and hunt magical beasts. Some of them returned, armed with lucrative booty, and became rich overnight and became envious of a new generation of local tyrants. And more people are very miserable, leaving their lives forever in those barren places.

Quietly, die!

Except for their companions, even their relatives did not know where their bones had been dumped.

Hunting monsters is dangerous.

However, driven by huge interests, there are still countless people who have come forward to succeed them.

The old man is gone, and the new man is coming.

The myth of getting rich overnight is played out every day, and countless tragic deaths happen every day.

The man who was trapped in the mud was clearly an adventurer despite his face covered in mud, judging by his attire.

When he was heard shouting for help just now, Duang sounded like a woman's voice.

But now when he saw his outfit, Du Ang thought to himself: "Oh, maybe it's because the distance is too far and his voice has become thinner, or else, this is a sissy, anyway, judging from the way he dresses, it should be a man!" ”

Seeing that he was still moving in the mud puddle, Duon, who had heard Federer talk about it before and was a little experienced, immediately shouted: "Stop, don't move, I'll go find something to save you!" ”

That man was completely desperate, falling into such a mud pit in this deserted deep mountain and old forest, there was no way to call for help, and seeing that the sun was about to set, and when that time came, even if he was not drowned alive by the mud, he would be eaten by passing beasts.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to be the feces of the beast......"

As soon as I thought about it, my whole person became sluggish.

And at this moment, he suddenly heard Du Ang say behind him: "You stop, don't move, I'll go find something to save you!" ”

Oh, my God!

What kind of mood is this?

Du Ang's voice is not very good, it can only be regarded as ordinary, but in this person's sound, it is the best natural sound in the world, and no human voice can be compared with the voice of Du Ang's words!

No!

Absolutely nothing!

The direction that Du Ang came from was behind this person, and when he heard the voice, this person wanted to turn back, or simply turn around, but it directly caused Du Ang to yell: "Be honest, don't move, don't move at all, you don't want to die?" ”

The man obediently stood there and never moved again.

It's like a stone sculpture.

Federer has said before that the most terrible thing in a quagmire is to move more and sink deeper, and then the less likely it is to get out, and maintaining a static posture is the best way to make the fall slower.

Du Ang is now learning and selling, and he will use it directly.

After yelling at this, Du Ang immediately turned around and went to find the tool in his hand.

Empty-handed is not a good thing.

Just now, Du Ang visually measured the width of this quagmire, if he just reached out to pull it, he could barely touch the tips of his fingers, but it was completely impossible to pull the person up from the quagmire with force.

That's not going to work!

Duang is here to save people, not to kill people.

Now the best and most appropriate thing for him to do was to find something long and sturdy, such as a long branch or a vine, and hand it to the man, and little by little, pull the man out of the mud pit.

Fortunately, in this big forest, there is no other thing, no shortage of branches.

Soon, Duang found a big stick that was very long, and it was very thick, and ran back with it.

Then Duon went around to the front of the man, handed the big stick over, and said, "Catch it!" ”

When the man grabbed it, Duon gritted his back molars and pulled hard behind him.

To be honest, it's quite strenuous.

Not to mention how much this person weighs, he has been soaked in the mud for so long, his body is covered with stinky mud, looking inconspicuous, puddle after puddle, in fact, it is quite heavy and heavy, especially the weight.

Moreover, in the quagmire, there seems to be a very strong suction, Du Ang pulls it outside, and the quagmire sucks inside, such a situation seems to be explained by physical theories such as air pressure, but Du Ang was originally a liberal arts student, and he doesn't know much about this situation, and now he doesn't have the time to think about it.

In addition, Du Ang's body is still too weak!

Although his level is now higher and his physical stamina has increased, compared to those who are in the samurai profession, Du Ang's body is still too poor, lacking stamina and strength, and he does not have enough durability and explosiveness...... There is no way, Du Ang's situation is already good, for magicians, it is very normal for the body to be weak, the higher the level of the magician, the worse the physical condition, even inferior to an ordinary person. The most serious one, Duon once saw in a book on the history of magicians, the magician's health was so poor that he had no injuries or disabilities in his body, but because he was so weak that when he went out, he could not walk on his own, so he could only be carried on his back or carried on a stretcher......

Isn't this just a wasted person?

With such a body, no matter how high the magic strength is, what is the use of a fart?

After peeing in the toilet, I don't even have the ability to shake ** by myself, rely on ...... It's better to just die.

Duang didn't want his body to become such a virtuous surname.

If that's the case, it's better to commit suicide!

It may be that Du Ang yelled those two words before was very lethal, anyway, since then, until now he has been pulled by Du Ang, and the person in the mud pit is a very obedient and honest look, holding on to the branches tightly, and then his whole body is tense, motionless, and he doesn't even say a word.

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still blinking and his nose was still panting for breath, he would be no different from a dummy!

Du Ang is a little strange, I asked you to be honest, but you are not honest like this, right?

Forget it, whatever, it's better this way, it's easier to pull up.

Finally, half of this person's ** position has been exposed from the mud pit.

Pull up a little more, and the person will be able to stretch his legs and exert his strength, and with a single effort, he will be able to crawl out of the quagmire completely.

Victory is in sight!

Isn't it?

However, at this moment, the cake suddenly whispered in Duang's ear: "Listen, Duang, what is that sound?" ”

Du Ang was stunned!

He hurriedly pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and sure enough, in the bushes and grass behind him, there was a very faint, small rustling sound.

Such a small voice, if it had been placed in the past, Du Ang would not have been able to hear it at all, but now, with the blessing of Dirk's ability, his hearing is now basically on par with a cake.

As for this time, the pie was heard and Duang did not...... Ahem, it should be explained like this.

Just now Du Ang was saving people's lives, he was too focused, all his thoughts were on the poor man who fell into the mud pit, and he was only thinking about how to save him, as for other things, Du Ang had no time to be distracted.

So...... I didn't hear it.

This explanation should be considered to work!

I hadn't noticed it before, but now that I heard it, Duang felt that something was wrong.

The sound was like the sound of something scraping grass.

And it's slippery, but the sound is coherent and uninterrupted.

It seems to be ...... Snake! (To be continued.) )