Two hundred miles south of the desert is a vast forest.

A team of forty decapitators entered the group a month ago. They have a clear mission, which is to explore this forest first, and if they can, this forest will become another living area for the Xuanhuang people.

In addition to this decapitator, there are about thirty other teams active in this forest.

The forest was very dense, but instead of following the paths in the forest, the decapitators climbed the trunks of trees and walked through the branches and leaves.

Walking in this way not only gives you a wider field of vision, but also allows you to avoid the miscellaneous trees growing on the ground and other dangerous terrain.

These are still secondary, the main thing is that most of the predators in the forest are active on the surface of the ground, and few felines can climb trees, so the decapitator can avoid many unnecessary dangers by walking this way.

Such a forest is extremely dangerous, with large hunting animals in large groups, some even exceeding ten meters on a single body.

These hunters range from scaly reptiles to hairy mammals.

Although there are many dangers, with the survival ability of the Xuanhuang people, they are more than enough to protect themselves.

The team leader is a petite female, and in terms of Lao Fang's aesthetics, she may not be very beautiful and moving, but the softness of her body surprised Lao Fang very much.

In addition to the team leader, more than a dozen members are also female.

Lao Fang's vision on this team is not the reason for this at all, but he can't find a decent reason, it's purely a coincidence.

In addition to the team leader, there are more than a dozen members who are also female.

The Xuanhuang people in this period have long been wearing linen clothes, and those spicy-eyed pictures are really gone, unless Lao Fang has to write about death.

Females in this era are no longer pure reproductive tools, and even special organizations such as decapitators allow females to join, which shows that the status of females is not low.

Forty people walked among the trees, and their movements were minimal, and the fauna under the trees, except for those races with extremely abnormal hearing, basically did not notice their existence.

The decapitators do not easily disturb the lives of the animals, and will only carve the outlines of the animals in the most conspicuous part of the trunk of the tree to alert or warn those who intrude into the area.

Looking at these neat stick figures, Lao Fang felt like he was visiting a park.

Decapitators now do this work very professionally, and they have special hides to record important things, such as forests, the location of water sources, or dangerous areas.

"Roar!" A thunderous roar rang out not far away, and the decapitators immediately stopped and quietly observed their surroundings.

After quickly making sure that it was safe, the leader made a gesture, and a petite female, extremely light and agile, swept from the trunk of the tree in the direction from which the roar came.

The rest of the beheaders waited patiently.

Then, a few crisp bird calls came from the front, and the team leader heard the meaning and made a series of gestures, and the decapitator was immediately divided into three ways: left, center, and right, and dived forward.

The roar grew faster and faster, and with each roar the ground shook, and it seemed that the battle ahead had become hotter.

The field of vision gradually widened, and among the branches and leaves, I saw that in the open space in front of me, two giant bears with a height of fifteen or sixteen meters were being attacked by more than fifty wurm people.

The Argonians trapped the bear with ropes and then shot at the bear with bows and arrows and short spears.

The bear struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that were as thick as a child's arm and densely woven like a web.

In a hurry, the bear couldn't figure out the ropes. The ropes were pulled with brute force, but the other end of the ropes was tied to the trees, and the ropes had soaked in water and become unusually strong.

The leader had never seen a Argonian before, and she was amazed that the Argonians' battle patterns were incomparably similar to their Xuanhuang people, and to deal with these big guys, they also used ropes, stone spears, bows and arrows to slowly grind their strength, and then deliver a fatal blow.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's face was ugly and only had two arms, she would really think it was her own.

The leader's gaze lingered on the wurmon for a moment, then returned to the bear, and soon, carefully, she noticed that the female bear was pregnant, and he was constantly protecting her belly from attack, but behind it, there were clusters of terrifying bows and arrows.

The male giant bear also consciously protects the female behind him, but to no avail, the wurmians surround them on all sides, and in either direction, they will be attacked by the other party.

The leader seemed to have a hint of pity for the female bear, and she grimaced and gestured to the decapitator.

Without saying a word, the decapitators swooped down on the battlefield like ghosts.

Unbeknownst to the Argonians, they were being targeted by the Decapitator until the tenth Argonian was dragged off his mount by the Decapitator who leapt up in the grass.

But by the time they reacted, it was too late, and they were already surrounded by decapitators.

The decapitators kill extremely quickly, they are so agile that they fight with six arms, which is very unfair to the Argonians who only have two arms.

Moreover, this group of wurmians seems to be just simple hunters, and their martial arts are not comparable to those specially trained sentinels.

The battle turned into a one-sided killing, and in a short time, the Argonians were all slain by their decapitators, not even sparing their mounts.

The team leader was satisfied with the operation, and she cut the rope that trapped the bear, and then communicated with the bear again.

The taste of escaping death made the bear very grateful to the decapitator.

The leader helped the bear deal with the arrows, and then disappeared among the branches and leaves under the eyes of the bear.

Two giant bears staggered back to their territory.

The clearing was quiet again, but the old man opened his eyes, only to find that there was actually a mutant wurmist hidden here.

This person's skin can blend in with the environment, becoming transparent, and it is impossible to detect his existence without looking closely.

The mutant wurmon looked at the corpse of his compatriot with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then chased in the direction of the decapitator's departure.

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Day 3.

The female leader became a little irritable, not from physical irritability, but from the feeling that her team was being targeted by something.

She asked the team to be vigilant and changed the lineup every once in a while, but so far nothing has been found.

But the feeling of being peeping at her lingered, and she combed through what had happened in the past few days, but she didn't know what the problem was.

"I wish I was wrong!" She looked at the other beheaders who were still talking and laughing, and said to herself.

At this moment, a scream came, and the female leader immediately got up and jumped in the direction where the scream came from, her movements were extremely fast, her long legs were extremely elastic, and every step accurately landed on the branches of the trees one after another, and she came to the place where the sound came from like walking on the ground.

The three beheaders stood on the top of the tree, staring blankly at the poisonous piercing tree under the tree, and one of the decapitators actually fell, and his body was strung right on the stinger at the top of the tree.

The death was extremely terrifying, and when this person fell, he must have been lying flat on his back, so he could let the spikes pierce the entire back.

By the time the leader arrived, the hapless decapitator had completely lost his breath, and his flesh was shrinking at a visible rate.

The poison of the highly toxic piercing tree is having a strong chemical reaction with the blood of the decapitator, causing platelets to fail to bind to oxygen, and the blood rapidly turns black.

And its acidity is rapidly eroding the flesh of the decapitator.

This kind of poison is really terrifying, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a bloody throat.

The leader's face became extremely ugly, and she muttered to several witnesses, and came to the conclusion that the unlucky guy had accidentally fallen down.

A decapitator who has undergone countless balance exercises since childhood would actually fall? And how could it have fallen so coincidentally on this poisonous piercing tree?

This logic can't be explained in the heart of the team leader.

But this seems to be the case, and there are three witnesses who saw the decapitator fall from mid-air with their own eyes, and there is not the slightest movement around him.

The territory looked around suspiciously, hoping to find some clues.

But unfortunately, everything around is quiet and there is nothing suspicious.

However, everything fell into the eyes of the old party, and it became full of flaws.

One of the most striking is that there is a bone needle as thin as a hair, which is inserted diagonally into the neck of the beheader.