"You just said that these blood vines sense their opponents by temperature?" the young man asked, thinking about how to get water.

"Yes, but they can also feel the ground and can suddenly reach out from the ground to attack. ”[]

"What should you do to deal with the Blood Vines, right? You have a lot more experience in surviving in the desert than I do. ”

Fahd rubbed his forehead, "You can burn the vegetation here with a torch from the periphery. You can also apply mud to cover the temperature, and then gently walk over. ”

"We don't have mud. ”

"Of course. Fahd said, "Is there any way for a psychic warlock to change his body temperature?"

"The druids may be able to do it, but we can't. Muhati frowned, "I can raze these strange willows with a shockwave." But that wasn't enough to destroy the vines hiding underground. ”

"Medici doesn't know what method she used, we don't seem to see her go to the water source to rehydrate. An elf chimed in.

"What else can I do if I drink horse urine. Another elf quipped.

Fortunately, only two horses were lost, and morale did not drop much, Mouhathir thought comfortingly. Constant pursuit in the desert, it's not good to rest overnight, and it's not good to recover your spiritual powers, so you can't just waste your abilities on something like inspiration.

"How's she going?" Fahd asked, and "she" was naturally referring to Medici.

"Outside a palesan, moving slowly. Muhadi closed his eyes, sensed it, and said.

"Then we don't have to chase after us, we can wait until the sand has completely cooled down in the middle of the night before we go to get water. At night, torches can lure the senses of the blood vine, and although the blood vine attacks more frequently at night, it mostly attacks travelers who are asleep nearby. At low temperatures, the plant will slow down. ”

Does it slow down at low temperatures? Muhati wondered, could it be that the plant's metabolic degree and temperature also have a relationship? Reptiles lack the ability to maintain a constant temperature, so their ability to move at night is impressed, is it the same with this plant?

Muhadi called the two elves who were in charge of tracking, "Judging from the horse's hoof prints, that human woman's horse must be dying, right?"

"Well, judging by the spacing of the steps. At first, the woman's horse was running steadily, but now it should no longer be able to do so. An elf familiar with the wild replied, and along the way he searched for hoof prints, traces of fire, and feces from his mounts.

"The hoof prints that can be found now are of different shades, and the spacing between each step has become irregular. This means that her mount is dying, and I don't think she can get far. Another elf added.

Muhadi's goal was not to capture Medici again, but to let her lead the way and find the large forces of the Crazy Horse tribe. Because of this, even if you catch her now, it will be pointless, so there is no need to rush.

"Then let's fix it up first," he said, nodding to Fahd, motioning for the elves to begin camping.

In order to prevent the spread of blood vines underground beyond imagination, the camp was set up nearly a thousand feet away from the water source. Several tents form a ring to keep the livestock outside, and the open space in the middle can be used for living. The elves love to be clean, so even though there is no water, they insist on wiping their bodies with some fine sand as a cleansing.

When it was dark for a long time, and the heat of the day had completely faded, the elves began to move. They lit many torches and wrapped several layers of cloth around their feet to mask the sound of their movements.

Muhadi moved his right hand, and the pain spread from his fingertips to his elbow, a bit like a razor to a wound. The boy chose to ignore these feelings and tried to grab two handfuls. Except for the severe pain, there are no other problems, and I am not weak because of the toxin, and it seems that my hand is fine.

Like the others, Muhathir lit two torches, and when the group approached the water source, he threw one of them to the ground. In this way, even if the blood vine reappears, it will be confused by the numerous heat sources, and the blood vine moves slowly at night, as long as it seizes this opportunity, it will not be difficult to deal with.

Muhathir cautiously walked forward, dragging each step on the ground so as not to make too much noise. Seeing that the blood vine still did not appear, he picked up another stone and threw it far away, just hitting the trunk of a strange willow, which seemed to be the fuse. Immediately, more than a dozen tentacles stretched out from the trunk of the strange willow branch.

"Let's go!" Fahd ordered, and several elves rushed to the front together, roasting the tentacles with one of the torches they had left. If those tentacles concentrate on one, then a few other elves cover him and retreat.

Compared to the previous situation, this time when facing the blood vine, it was much better to be prepared. And it is true that as Fahd said, the blood vine moves much slower at night, and it no longer has the agility and vigor it used to be. Sometimes there are three or four vines sticking out of the ground, but because they are much slower, they can be avoided and are not a threat.

Of course, it is still unrealistic to kill all these bloodthirsty plants. Taking advantage of the fact that the others had attracted attention, Muhati tiptoed close to the water source, intending to load up a few large bags of water first.

The more he walked, the more he felt the stench. It turned out to be the two horses that had been killed earlier, although the corpses were torn apart by vines and all bones were corroded. But there was still a large pile of disgusting residue on the ground, and some small beetles and centipede-like bugs emerged from the sand to enjoy the meal. Often take a step, and step on a few bugs, which is very disgusting.

The boy estimated that the insects should not be poisonous, but he did not dare to take any chances, so he had to take a long detour and pass by the carcass of the horse. At this moment, a tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ground, and Muhadi pulled out his scimitar and used psionic energy to heat it to the same size as a human body. Sure enough, the tentacle was tricked and wrapped around the blade, and at this time, he used all his strength to urge the matter burning ability, so that the metal was heated to the red-hot Cheng Dù, and the blood vine was severely damaged at once.

Finally coming to the puddle at the base of the big rock, Muhadi first picked up a palm of water and looked at it carefully. Under the effect of synaesthesia, the taste of the water does not have any strange color, indicating that the water is quite pure and should be drinkable.

Next, he filled the dozen or so water bladders he was carrying, and saw that the blood vine didn't seem to hurt the elves, so he was relieved to return the same way. Although he lost two horses, it was irretrievable, so Muhathir didn't think much about it. These dozen sacs of water are enough for the rest of the people and the mounts for two days.

Seeing Muhadi retreat, the elves no longer entangled with the blood vine and left one after another. Fahd greeted him, "This is good, even if there is a sudden storm, we can hold out for a long time." That Medici ......"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly noticed that Muhadi's face changed, as if he had seen something incredible, and hurriedly asked. "What, what's going on again?"

"That woman, Medic, she ran away!" said Muhadi. "I feel my Spirit Crystal Servant suddenly move, and now it's far away from us!"

"Get on the horse at once, and we'll chase after us!" Fahd ordered decisively after listening to the young man's words.

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