I walked two more intersections along the fork in the road, all the way were peaceful, no accidents happened, and the turtledove and the little insect were glad that they were lucky, not like yesterday, and as soon as they came in, they were given a front and rear bag by two followers.

However, at the third intersection, they finally ran into an obstacle.

A Voicewalker hides in the darkness of the intersection ahead, silently facing the wall, and if it weren't for the Worm's unusually good eyes, the turtledove might not have been able to spot it even if it walked past the Voicewalker.

"It's dangerous."

The turtledove broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately the worm dragged him, otherwise he really wouldn't have found the follower, and pointed to the follower, and the turtledove was asking what to do with it.

The worm made a gesture to wipe his neck.

The turtledove nodded, and he handed the machete to the worm's hand, and he pulled out the dagger stuck in his leg, held it in his backhand, and tiptoed closer to the follower.

The Voice Follower is so sensitive to sound that the turtledove had to lift his steps, and he even slowed down the rhythm of his breathing, like a silent ghost, "floating" forward.

It was morning, and the Follower was asleep after a night of hunting, and it was asleep as it stood there with its body slightly slumped against the cold wall.

The sleeping Voicewalker doesn't have the same keen sense of hearing as usual, and the Turtledove deliberately holds its breath as it approaches it, so when the Turtledove takes two steps further and can thrust the dagger into the back of the Voice-Follower's head, the Voice-Follower still doesn't notice anything.

Not every voice follower has a height of nearly two meters, the one I met yesterday is an exception, this voice follower with his back to the turtle dove is much shorter, only about one meter seven, so the turtle dove thought about it, it is better not to use a dagger, he can easily twist the other party's neck.

"Gollum."

As soon as the turtledove was about to make a move, a strange movement suddenly sounded in the darkness deeper, and to the turtledove's surprise, there was another voice follower here.

The two outstretched arms froze in mid-air, and the turtledove was almost scared to pee his pants, and he didn't dare to move at this time, let alone look back.

Fortunately, the follower did not respond to the other person's meaning, it just moved, and then continued to stand there and sleep.

Another Follower in the darkness appeared.

It was a crossroads, and the Follower came out of a nearby mine, and every two steps it took would stop and make a strange "grunt" sound, and it would not stand still until it reached the middle of the intersection.

Turtledove couldn't understand the voice follower's language, but he could hear that the voice follower was talking to the one in front of him, but the latter clearly didn't want to talk to the voice follower, and never responded to the other's calls.

"It's really a hot face and a cold ass, so don't get out of here."

Turtledove secretly scolded the follower in his heart, no one wants to take care of you anymore, you are still screaming there like a stupid hat, don't you see that people want to sleep, so uninteresting, you deserve not to talk to you.

Perhaps the Voicewalker realized that the other party really didn't want to pay attention to him, so he shook his body back to the mine where he came, and the turtledove cautiously glanced back, and he could actually feel a taste of loss from the movement of the Voicewalker.

In the past, turtledoves only thought that these monsters were monsters, but I didn't expect these monsters to also have such a thing as "emotions", and it seems that their intelligence should not be low.

After the other half-killed follower walked away, the turtledove's frozen hands stretched forward again, and with lightning speed, he hugged the head of the follower in front of him with both hands, and staggered up and down, only to hear a muffled sound of "Gaba", and the cervical vertebrae of the follower were twisted by the turtledove.

The turtledove held the corpse of the Voice Follower and placed it on the ground as gently as possible.

Looking closely at the Sound Followers, the turtle doves found that they were sexual, such as the one under their feet, which had obvious female characteristics.

Come to think of it this way, that one should have been a male just now?

Shaking his head, the turtledove threw all the thoughts out of his head, and he didn't have time to care whether the two followers were male or female.

Sure that there was no more danger around, the turtledove gestured in the direction where the worm should exist, but when he fixed his eyes, the worm was desperately waving to him and pointing.

What the hell is this girl doing?

The turtledove was confused by the worm's actions, he had already killed the "wall-minded" follower, and the other one was going back and forth, why didn't the worm come, what did she want to express.

With a chill in her heart, the turtledove suddenly realized that the insect was reminding herself that there must be some danger in the darkness that she was not aware of, and that the insect was better than her own eyes, and she could see what she could not see.

It's a dark shadow.

Although the turtledove had allowed himself to let go of the corpse of the Voice Follower was light enough, for the Audible Follower, the slightest movement was enough to get their attention, and the Voice Follower had indeed left, but when it heard the movement, it turned back.

In the darkness, the Voice Follower's round mouthparts opened to reveal its sharp teeth and barbed tongue, like a chameleon's predator, and the Voice Follower's tongue popped out of its mouth like a spring and flung straight at the turtledove's neck.

The turtledove's machete was in the worm's place, and now he only had a dagger in his hand, and the turtledove knew that he had to deal with this follower as soon as possible, otherwise the other followers in the mine would be attracted by the sound of battle, and it would be over.

Entering a state of rage, the adrenaline effect slowed down the world in the eyes of the turtledove, he used the dagger as a dart, and at once nailed the long tongue flying from the follower back into its mouth, and before the other party let out a roar of pain, the turtledove stepped in front of the follower in two steps, and grabbed the throat of the other with both hands.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho, ho-ho......"

There was a strange movement in the voice of the follower, and it was furious with pain, and it was about to disembowel the turtledove with its claws, but the turtledove would not give it this chance at all, and the hands that grabbed the throat of the follower increased their strength, and in this way broke the cervical vertebrae of the follower.

The Voicewalker's claws weakly slashed twice on the turtledove's body, leaving only a few scratches on his clothes, and then the claws hung down, so that there was another corpse of the Voicewalker.

The turtledove gasped for breath, and it took a few seconds before he let go of his hands, allowing the corpse to slip to his feet.