Hiding at the entrance of a fairly lush forest, the ranger Franman carefully observed behind him for a long time to confirm that he was not targeted by the crazy men in black, so he breathed a sigh of relief, carefully launched his disguise, and sneaked into the depths of the forest.

After a quarter of an hour of walking through the country, a well-camouflaged and humble village appeared in front of Franman.

However, it is not so much a village as a makeshift wooden house made up by a group of refugees. Small and short, all hiding beneath the dense canopy, damp and muggy. But there is no way, only such a place that is as hidden as possible can avoid the aerial detection of those black-clothed people.

"Who?"

It seemed that the faintest sound of footsteps was heard, and from a large tree not far away, there was a low, vigilant question.

"It's me, Franman!"

The Ranger undisguised himself and took the initiative to appear and communicate with the dark whistle in the tree.

"Thank God you're finally back!" The Dark Sentinel is a professional named Rhodes who escaped from the ruins of the Hellfire Guild with him. Before this, the relationship between the two could only be said to be very ordinary, but now they have experienced common tribulations, and their friendship has improved by leaps and bounds.

"What about the others?" Along with Franman, he ventured out to search for supplies and find out information by the way, and there were three other professionals. However, in order to ensure efficiency and at the same time maximize risk sharing, several people are not taking the same route.

"Only Matthew is back, and the other two haven't moved yet, so I'm afraid of ......"

Saying this, a trace of gloom flashed on Rod's face.

"Don't worry too much, won't I come back here too? The two of them may have just encountered some kind of accident. Perhaps, it won't be long before it returns. Franman pretended to be relaxed, and comforted his friend in this way.

But deep down, he is actually not optimistic.

"I hope so." Rod sighed, drew a cross on his chest, and said, "May God bless them with a smooth return!" ”

In this makeshift refuge, there are only about a dozen professionals in total, plus less than twenty family members. This operation, if two good players are reduced at once, it will undoubtedly be a big blow to them.

"God?"

Seeing that his friend was still religious, Franman sneered. In the first two years of the end times, he had a firm belief that this was God's test for their ultimate salvation. But now, especially after the destruction of the Hellfire Guild and the slaughter of all of Western Europe by the Men in Black, his last faith has been shattered.

The gods of bullshit, it's all a lie!

"Oh, you......"

Rod shook his head, if someone was so sloppy of his faith a few years ago, he would definitely punch the other party hard. But now, what's the point of arguing with the few remaining friends?

Yixing Xiao Suo, he simply took the initiative to change the topic and said to the ranger Franman: "How is it, how did you get from this outing?" Did you get any useful supplies and information? ”

When asked about this, Rhodes replied with a somewhat ugly face: "I ventured to the ruins of our guild, and those black-clothed enemies were completely destroyed, leaving almost nothing useful. In the end, he took a long detour to several other forces, perhaps on a smaller scale, but was relatively intact. Inside, some food and a small amount of remaining magical materials were recovered. ”

In addition, on the way back, he also hunted and killed two low-level demonic beasts.

Because there are not many people after all, it is not a problem to hold on for a period of time relying on the food and animal meat that they are searching for.

But what really embarrassed him was the information exchanged by other professionals!

It is said that as early as three days ago, another group of men in black had pushed the battle line to the city of Milan in the noodle country. In the past few days, if there are no accidents, I am afraid that it will be enough for the enemy to push the battle line to the southernmost point of the noodle country, that is, the northern shore of the Mediterranean!

It can be said that this is already the southern edge of Europe.

The best-case scenario, of course, is that the black-clad group that swept them continues southward, across the Mediterranean, and lands in Africa. But in case, these men in black have no intention of leaving Europe......

That's a bad thing!

I'm afraid that in a few days, the several forces of the men in black active in the European region will all complete the flat push. Turned around and swept them through the nets.

"Noodle Country is also finished? God, that's bad news! ”

Rhodes let out a desperate sigh, because the black-clothed enemy was the first to launch from Tehran, and when it was pushed to the side of the noodle country, it stands to reason that the professional forces of the noodle country should have already gotten the news and have a certain amount of preparation, so as not to be caught off guard again. At one time, Rhodes still pinned his hopes on them, not hoping to defeat the enemy, but to delay for a while longer.

It's only been a few days?

"You have illusions about the fighting power of the noodle country!"

Ranger Franman looked at his companion in surprise, he seriously doubted that his new friend's modern history must be unqualified!

"Don't look at me like that, can't I really help it?" Rhodes looked helpless, when people are desperate, even if they catch a straw, they will subconsciously take it as comfort.

Just as the two of them were laughing and scolding in a low voice, a slight sound came from the woods not far away.

Rod, who did not let his guard down, immediately gestured to Franman, stopped talking, and looked into the distance.

"It's Tennison!"

The tension lasted only four or five seconds, and Rod breathed a sigh of relief again, and a little joy appeared on his face. If the four of them go out this time and only lose one person, it will be completely acceptable for them.

"Wow, that's great news."

Franman couldn't help but whistle, when he comforted Rhodes earlier, he really didn't have much hope. Unexpectedly, their recent bad luck finally dissipated somewhat.

"That's not right! …… Wrong! ”

As Tennison approached, Rhodes seemed to notice something, and his face quickly turned bad again. He could see clearly that Tennison's steps were unusually stiff, and he was not at all flexible as a professional, but like an old man who was faltering and in his last years.

Or maybe a puppet that's been controlled!

And the other party's eyes were also blinking desperately, as if they wanted to convey some message to Rhodes.

Could it be said?

Rod's heart sank, and he raised his hand and scattered a bag of development dust. Pale blue magic dust, boiling and falling, reveals invisible enemies from invisibility.

Those are four sneaky, translucent men in black assassins!

The nearest person was less than fifteen paces away!

Discovering that the stealth had been exposed, the four Fallen Star Believers glanced at each other, and invariably gave up hiding and blatantly killed Rhodes and Farman.