The time for the first round of soldiers to be on duty has arrived. Gao Yuan guarded his patrol range with an electromagnetic kinetic rifle, and the other soldiers also began their own night patrols.

Wu Qi hid his voice and found an opportunity to sneak out of the tent. Gao Yuan stood at his patrol post to observe the other people's every move for him, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to this side, he quietly made a code gesture.

Wu Qi took a second to pass through the buffer zone at the edge of the mining area and dive into the dense forest.

The two-hour countdown has begun. Gao Yuan silently prayed in his heart for the safety of Wu Qi's movements. At the moment when Gao Yuan was relaxed, a tall figure silently drilled out of Morley's tent, moved to the edge of the mining area like a ghost, and burrowed into the dense forest one step behind Wu Qi.

The black shadow was wrapped in a special aura between his hands and feet, as if there was no such person in the world, and his movements would not hinder the movement of light and air currents in any way. A soldier caught a glimpse of him, and his vision suddenly became blurred inexplicably. The soldier realized that when he was in a daze just now, the black shadow had already quietly moved away.

The night sky is quiet, and the slightly cool mountain breeze blows from the slope to the valley bottom. Wu Qifei swept over the shadowy forest path, and kept galloping towards the end of the mountain in front of him. There was no smell of any living thing in the air, and the more he climbed, the heavier the humidity in the air.

The top of the mountain is almost there. Wu Qi came to the junction of the front and back mountains again two minutes later, and he hesitated for half a second when he took a step, looking back at the road he had once treaded. You can't see the mining area from here, so you have to jump into the canopy.

Wu Qi didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly he was a little concerned about the direction of the mining area, and he was worried about whether Mo Li would suddenly search the camp tent nervously. Immediately, he put these possibilities as one in ten thousand behind him, and decisively turned around and entered the back mountain.

Wu Qi remembered the road during the day. At night, the wind and clouds change, the light, wind direction, and temperature all change, and the forest in the back mountain also changes its appearance, except for the dark blue, which is a heavy pitch black, as if there are ghosts lurking in the shadows of each vegetation.

Wu Qi expanded the range of the perceptual network to the maximum, and then moved steadily and quickly in the direction of the swamp in his memory.

The silver moon was above the fast-moving shadows of the trees, sometimes obscured, sometimes revealed, and Wu Qi was constantly calculating the passage of time in his mind, and then at a certain moment came to the "entrance" of the swamp.

The broken branch "net" here was still cut by him with a long knife in the morning, Wu Qi looked up at the sky, flew a few steps and stepped on the branch more than 20 meters high, and looked down at the swamp with no trace of water waves from top to bottom.

The swamp was blue, and a full moon lay quietly on the water, and when Wu Qi looked at the moon in the water, the moon in the water seemed to be watching him too.

The environment was frighteningly quiet, and Wu Qi lurked in the canopy, concentrating on the precision of the sensing network. Five minutes passed, and no plague species came close.

Wu Qi then flew down to the ground and landed on the shore of the swampy pool. The mud on the shore is wet, and a little exertion will leave a shoe print. Wu Qi groped for the wet dirt on the shore in the dim moonlight and found a pile of clearly visible footprints.

These are the footprints of a herbivore, much like a deer, but the apparent footprints of the owner are very large, more majestic than the size of the Blackwind Bear.

His goal was to horrible wolves, and the owner of these deer footprints was not his target.

Wu Qi was half-squatting, and was about to get up, when his ears trembled faintly, as if he heard a very light movement.

Wu Qifu lowered his body and listened close to the ground. Sure enough, a series of scattered footsteps rang out a little farther away at the end of the swamp. The owner of the footsteps is running wildly, and there is more than one end.

"This running habit and volume is a terrible wolf."

Wu Qi heard the direction from which the voice came from and estimated the approximate distance. At this moment, he heard the footsteps of another creature at the end of the wolf's footsteps, and each foot was so heavy that it had to be at least a giant creature weighing more than two tons.

A kilometer to the east of Wu Qi's place, a giant moose was trying to escape, four slender and muscular feet trampling the nameless green bushes under their feet, a pair of small eyes looking ahead, sometimes looking at the sides of the body in a hurry.

Four wolves pursued at the forefront. They stared at the six wolves, and their mouths hung with shaky salivation; Desperate to catch up with the moose in front of him, he bites it by the throat and kills it to the ground, then eats its flesh raw.

There are four more wolves behind these four wolves, and three wolves on the left and right sides of the moose keep a certain distance from it and run wildly in the same rhythm. Unbeknownst to the moose, six wolves had woven the last barrier of the encirclement in front of them. They are ready to slow down when the moose has no energy left, lock the exit of the pocket on the spot, and wait for the moose to hit it before they burst into it, and together with their companions they will round up the fat prey.

The moose runs wildly along the way, its speed is faintly above the wolf, but it can't stand the large number of wolves, the physical strength is terrifying, and it has more advantages than the larger body in the complex terrain. When the moose had the last bit of physical strength left, thirty-six terrifying wolf eyes suddenly appeared in the dark forest in front of him.

The wolves were scattered apart from each other, separated by a certain distance, forming a perfect encirclement network. The moose let out a desperate and angry deer cry, lowered its head, and aimed its two large palm-shaped horns at the path of the forward, and charged fiercely!

In the middle of the night, the moose collapsed in a pool of blood. Its throat was bitten to pieces, its muscular limbs were covered with countless bloody claw wounds, and its eyes had lost their lustre, except for the last wisp of gossamer breath in front of its nose.

The prey that has completely lost the ability to resist but is still alive is the most delicious, but a pack of wolves did not pounce on the prey immediately, but surrounded the carcass of the moose.

High-pitched footsteps rang out near the dark forest, and the wolves turned their heads there, making way between the footsteps and the fallen moose.

A dull blue moonlight illuminated the body of the Wolf King, whose coat was a deep blue of the ocean in the moonlight, and he was clad in heavily armed gray spiky bone armor. It stood majestically on all fours, its silver steel claws reflecting the bright moonlight. The hard rock is nothing more than a tofu-like object that can be cut at will under the steel claws.

The Wolf King raised his head slightly, and the six wolf eyes flowed with a unique and dreamy dark blue. It walked forward and was the first to enjoy the fat moose.

Not far away, in the shadow of a tree trunk, the scope of an electromagnetic kinetic rifle Red Heart silently aimed at the center of the Wolf King's eyebrows.