It was the first time since entering Tasman that Roddy felt that his head was a little unturned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Tracking" Roddy has, and he is now using "Tracking: Undead" - this is a tracking skill that comes with the upgrade of the title "Undead Slayer", which can show all the undead in the vicinity of the map who have not entered the "stealth state". And Roddy had similar skills before, such as tracking beasts or humans, etc., but the sudden appearance of "Tracking Technique: Demons" was something he had never heard of.

For no other reason, Roddy had almost never heard of the "demon" creature type before!

In the game for so long, Roddy has never seen any so-called "demonic" creatures, not even the "demon subspecies". However, thinking about it carefully, Roddy felt that he seemed to have heard the news of the "discovery of the xx demon" in the time before the time crossing, but now he was no longer sure if the memory was accurate, let alone the specific content.

Roddy sighed silently: he obviously didn't know the world as well as he imagined.

The cavalry had already come to clean up the surroundings, and it was getting late, so Roddy commanded the team to camp outside the village to rest, and then studied the "demon subspecies" in front of him with Merinthera.

The opponent's arms were forcibly pressed against his chest by the magic of Merinsella, and his body straightened, as if he was firmly wrapped in an invisible force. From this angle, the rudimentary clothing on the "demon subspecies" made it look indistinguishable from the proportions of a human's body, and Roddy looked closely, but found no unusually long arms or deformed claws.

"Lilac skin, as if some kind of elven variant had such a complexion, but it seems to have been extinct for a long time. ”

Merinthera spoke to herself about her judgment and tilted her head around the other. Nata stood silently while Akasha instructed the High Elf mages to set up camp to protect the barrier and began to make a fire in the rain barrier.

Roddy frowned and stepped forward, reaching out to toss the "demon subspecies'" long, messy hair to the side. The cheek hit by Nata's fist was swollen, but when you looked closely, you could see that the injury was recovering quickly, and the bruise was shrinking at a visible rate.

"Have a strong ability to heal themselves. ”

He ignored the thin melon seed face and the fearful gaze in his vertical eyes, and after glancing at the body wrapped in linen clothes, he noticed that the other party did not bulge much...

"It's supposed to be a female - uh, a female. ”

Roddy noticed that the other party's slender limbs were not innate, but they looked like skinny skinny after overstarvation. He reached out and touched the other party's ribs, and judged, "It should be long-term malnutrition, but it's not right..."

He turned his head and asked Nata, "This guy is fast and powerful at the same time?"

"Like a leopard. ”

Nata's answer was succinct.

If you are a guy who is not weak in speed and strength, it should not be a problem to mix food and clothing in this kind of forest, is there any special reason for the other party's malnutrition?

Roddy pinched the other's immobile tail, and could sense that the thin body was trembling slightly.

Merinthera observed more closely: "This dress is the same as a human, could it be caused by some mutation?"

"Perhaps. ”

In fact, it was for this reason that Luo Di did not choose to slash the other party with a sword - he has actually been thinking about the relationship between the profession of "Demon Hunter" and "Demon" now, if the guess is correct, he should be able to see some hints by cutting down the demon subspecies in front of him.

But what if the other party is actually human?

However, when he tried to speak to the other party in various languages, he received no response. The slender body would only struggle and tremble under the confinement of the magic, and the clenched teeth would not utter any words that could be captured.

"So what to do now?"

"Don't worry, let's have dinner first. ”

Roddy waved his hand, turned and left.

..................

Smelling the smell of broth wafting from far away, Nora swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

At this point, the magic that imprisoned her was gone, replaced by a magical cage that could not stand or lie down. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the seemingly transparent cage, so he finally had to huddle up with his body to prevent the rain from taking away too much body temperature.

However, Nora had no hope of escaping, because she knew very well that none of the captured people had ever returned to the tribe.

The fear of death made her tremble, but she thought more about her mother's emaciated face...

Ever since the undead and humans began to hunt down their tribesmen, Nora has lived in unrest and turmoil with all of her people for as long as she can remember. Eighteen years ago, there were still three villages scattered in the forest, and more than 200 hunters capable of hunting for a living...

Now, however, the eighteen remaining hunters could barely feed the remaining 200 or so old, weak, sick and disabled people.

Nora is not an official hunter, but a scout assigned to scout - all of her missions are to spy on humans and the undead with her excellent stealth skills to prevent her people from being discovered.

And if the village inhabited by her tribe is likely to be attacked, she will warn in advance and do her best to ensure the survival of everyone.

This life made Nora feel as humble as a mouse.

There was never any yearning for a better life in her heart, because this struggle had made her and her people almost beasts.

But just as Nora's heart was dying, there was movement in front of the cage.

A bowl of hot soup was handed to the cage by the magic, and Nora was stunned as she watched the fragrant lamb chop soup in front of her, and was stunned for a moment.

Not far away, the man with a terrifying aura glanced at her, turned and walked back to the lively camp.

Nora stiffened as she stared at it—she could feel the predator's gaze, and the indifference to life in it could not be concealed.

Speaking of hatred, Nora felt that she was not qualified to talk about who she "hated", because her instinctive desire for food had made her uncontrollably pick up the bowl, bury her head and eat it.

The rich smell of the steak almost made her swallow her tongue, and Nora didn't even think about whether there was anything wrong with the meal. She even felt... Even if the other party wants to poison herself, she can drink this bowl of soup willingly.

Because she's so hungry.

The bowl of soup was drunk in the blink of an eye, and even the lamb chops were chewed and swallowed by her sharp and hard teeth, and Nora looked up, and a strange emotion suddenly appeared in her heart: Will the human still come?

I really want to drink another bowl before I die... It's really fragrant...

But to Nora's disappointment, the human who gave her broth never showed up again, except for a large man with a tomahawk in his hand after nightfall, who sat on the stone in front of the cage, and watched her boredly.

Nora touched the cage of magic, and many doubts appeared in her heart: she knew that the undead could use necromancy, and she had seen many of them with her own eyes, but now this spell was completely different from the necromancy that was full of bones. The soldiers in armor were more different from the private soldiers or hunting parties of the nobility of any village he had ever seen.

Maybe only the Great Elder knew who they were?

It's a pity that I can't pass the message back.

Nora knew that her death was near, and she was depressed and hopeless.

But after half the night in the rain, the sudden shouts in the camp woke Nora - the torches were lit in the distance, and the sound of soldiers running was heard.

They were attacked?

Nora tried to push it, but found that the rock-solid "membrane" seemed to be about to break at any moment. This discovery immediately brought her spirit - glancing at the guard with her back to her, she waved her hand violently, and it was a "snap" that shattered the magic cage!

Without any nonsense, Nora quickly leapt into the darkness and disappeared from the guards' eyes almost instantly.

The chaos in the camp continued, but Roddy, who was in the center, waved around after two minutes and said, "It's okay, let's go back to sleep." ”

The noisy camp suddenly fell silent, and the soldiers who were disguised as attacked did not say a word, and returned to their positions to continue to rest, only Melinthera looked at the darkness in the distance with an excited face and said, "Brand this magic mark... Let it run to Raciman, and I'll find it out. But... Do you really think you can catch a big fish?"

"Perhaps. ”

Roddy's eyes were deep and noncommittal. (To be continued.) )