There are many combat professions in the Faren Continent, and some combat professions, such as: hunters, summoners, beast tamers, etc., most of them will raise one or two magical beasts with tracking capabilities.

These monsters range from small fox badgers that are good at climbing in jungles and mountains to large creatures like wolves and leopards, and the most difficult creatures to catch and raise are the harrier eagles in the air.

However, the birds used for tracking have more demanding requirements for body size. It must not be a large bird or a small bird like a finches. Large birds are too difficult to cultivate, easy to spot, and not conducive to long-distance tracking.

Small birds are not easy to spot, but they are too small to attract predators. In addition, small birds fly too high, making it difficult to communicate with their keepers. Because the latter needs to observe the flight movements of the birds through guò to obtain information about the person being tracked.

In this way, there are only a limited number of species that can be caught by humans and trained to track birds, they must not be too small, they must be fierce, they must be able to fight aerial predators, and they have low intelligence, and they can be trained to use their flying attitude to report to their owners.

At this time, the high-altitude bird that Qin Lun noticed was very small, looking like a bird in the northern forest, and it was difficult to be trained to track birds.

"Human trackers really can't do it, and this bird in the sky is called the devil's beak, a kind of eagle that lives only in the northern mountains. They are as small as a finches, but they have a talent for wind and can use their wings to manipulate wind blades, making them even afraid to mess with large predators. ”

Qin Lun's eyes flashed with silver, and he lowered his head for a while and said, "The Demon Mouth is very smart, it can be trained to be a tracker, and it has excellent eyesight, and it can clearly see the master's control gestures from a high altitude." The only downside is that the person who controls it also has to have excellent eyesight, or use magic induction, so that they can see the flying attitude of the messages they transmit. ”

"You can tell the exact species of bird from this distance...... You elves have such good eyesight! I could only see a small black dot. Rick looked at Qin Lun with envy.

"Lago!" After getting confirmation from Qin Lun, Rick didn't hesitate any longer, and a whistle met the two people who were fighting in front, "Filar said that we have a small tail behind us, you go and take a look." ”

"Hmm!" Lago was pardoned, and quickly quickened his body, and ran out in a few flashes.

"Philar, with all due respect, do you really think that a few of your companions who have fallen in the land of death have any chance of being rescued?" Winnie glanced at the thieves in the distance hatefully, hesitated for a moment, and then asked Qin Lun in a low voice.

"Winnie!" The knight shouted in a deep voice and didn't speak again, but judging from his expression, he was also very concerned about what Qin Lun thought about this issue.

Qin Lun frowned slightly, he was not used to explaining everything to others. It's just that when he goes to the place of death, after all, he needs the three people of the Blood Piercing Mercenary Group to work hard, so he had to say helplessly: "Yes, if there is no hope, we will not do anything in vain." ”

Qin Lun muttered for a moment and said, "Xifo's old butler is an ordinary person, and his hope of being rescued is already very slim. However, our other two companions are different from ordinary adventurers.

As a devotee of the Goddess of Abuse, Idria is well adapted to most hostile environments. And Elistin is even stronger than Idria, she is an elf druid who has mastered the eagle form and the bear form. ”

"A high-level druid who has mastered two forms?" Rick and Winnie were both amazed, and they began to understand why Qin Lun still had hope for his companion's rescue.

If an ordinary person disappears in the Land of the Dead for a month, it is estimated that they will not even be able to find their bones. However, high-level druids who have two forms of eagles and bears are very adaptable in various environments, and they are also difficult to kill. Even if you are missing for a month, you may be injured and trapped, and there is indeed a certain chance of survival.

As the sun went down, Rick looked at the sky and decided not to hurry. They were still on the trade road to Waterdeep, but they had a wildebeest to walk and walked so fast that they had missed the trade road inn near Baldur's Gate.

Although today, the intelligent races of the Faren continent are becoming more and more prosperous, and some large cities are more densely populated, the wild areas of the continent are still very dangerous. Half a day's walk from Baldur's Gate, there was no smoke from the inn on either side of the road.

However, it was a trade road with many caravans, and the ashes of many campfires left behind by the campsites could be seen not far from both sides of the roadbed. Rick skillfully found a leeward hillside for everyone, and at the bottom of this hillside there was a campsite used by other caravans.

These campsites that have been built by others are better than the new ones you have found, the grass is more flat, the gravel has been cleared, and there are basically few snakes, rats, insects and ants. In the meantime, the old campfire has been set up with a stone frame, and all you need to do is pick up some dry wood nearby and sprinkle some fire oil.

Before the sun had sunset completely below the horizon, the tents had been set up, the soup had been heated, and the thief Largo, who had gone out to explore the wind, had finally returned.

Because of its proximity to the Endless Sea and the ocean monsoon, the temperature at night along the coast of Sword Bay is not very low. The thief sat down by the campfire with a tired face, took the hot soup that Rick had handed him, took a small sip, and exhaled a hot breath.

"How's it going, did you find that little tail?" Rick asked with concern.

"No, though, Feral is right, we do have little tails behind us, and it seems that there is more than one." Largo hesitated for a moment and said, "I found some traces of the stalker, but he was very careful, and that devil's mouth was so annoying that it always exposed my tracks, and every time I tried to catch him, I would be seen through by the devil's mouth." ”

"Is there only one person?" Rick scratched his chin and fell into thought.

"No, there's another stalker, I just have a vague feeling, the other party seems to be far away, using some kind of sensing magic, hanging behind us." Largo said with a frown.

"Qin Lun, it seems that these cannon fodder we are looking for have unexpected appearances!" Hill's laughter rang out on the team channel.

"The more capable they are, the better!" Qin Lun had no joy on his face, and looked at the depths of the night with a calm face.

"Ferral, what clues do you have about the trouble that follows us?" Rick turned his head and looked at Qin Lun and the others, "They should have followed at Baldur's Gate, have you caused trouble in the city?" ”

Of course there was trouble, but it was hard to imagine that it would be a killer hired by the Amberi Church, Qin Lun thought secretly in his heart.

The Ambori Church knows something about their fighting power, and if they do, it won't just be just one or two stalkers. Either it's a legendary class with overwhelming force or a whole team of assassin killers for hire.

Either way, it's impossible to sneak around at the back of the line, this is no longer Baldur's Gate, and they don't need to worry about influence.

"Aside from posting commissioned missions, we didn't cause any other trouble in the city." Qin Lun lied without changing his face, but he quickly remembered something, frowned and said, "However, after Sifer and I registered in the mercenary union, we were stalked, maybe some villains similar to sand wolf mercenaries. ”

"If it's really the scum of the mercenaries, we won't be soft." Rick and Largo looked at each other and said resolutely.

As a bloodthirsty mercenary group that relies on their ability to eat, what they look down on most is the scum of the sand wolf mercenary, which is simply a shame for this profession.

With the crackling sound of the campfire, the camp slowly quieted down, and Sifer, as an ordinary human, could no longer support it and fell asleep in the tent. Qin Lun and the three of them also returned to their tents, and with the trio of Bloodpiercing, they didn't have to keep vigil.

"Rick, here you go!" Largo walked up to the knight and handed him a water bladder, but instead of water, it contained spirits.

"Did Winnie sleep?" Rick took the pouch and took a sip and asked softly.

Of the three of them, Winnie is a mage who needs to get enough sleep to regain her spirit during the day, and is not responsible for keeping vigil. The thieves had just been tired from an afternoon, and Rick decided to keep watch for the rest of the night.

"Sleep!" Largo lost his hippie smile during the day, quietly glanced at the tent of Qin Lun and the others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you believe that Filar's words?" ”

"It's generally credible, at least I don't see a flaw." Rick pondered for a while, then replied flatly, "What's more, what can you do if you don't believe him, since we have accepted the commission, we must be worthy of the payment." ”

"I don't mean the mission, I can also trust the explanation that they went to the land of the dead to search for their companions. It's just that the silver-haired elf has never revealed his identity, and I suspect that the tail at the back of the team may have something to do with his personal identity. Lago said worriedly.

"So what, those of us who come out on adventures, which one of us will not have our own secrets." Rick's expression was very calm, and he shook the wine bag and handed it back to Largo, "Actually, I guessed a little bit about Filar's identity, but as he said, it has nothing to do with us, so I didn't explain it to you in detail." ”

"Oh, chief, do you know who he is?" Largo asked with a smile, but he didn't look surprised at all.

The three members of the Blood Piercing Mercenary Regiment actually have their own origins, and the three of them complement each other in combat professions and have their own temperaments. Largo has a keen instinct and is usually the first to spot danger in his adventures. Winnie has a straightforward personality and a high talent for magic, and is already a four-ring mage at a young age, and is the main attacker in the team.

As the oldest member of the team, Rick is not only the leader, but sometimes more like their big brother.

Rick was born into a noble family, his ancestors were once a wealthy family in the Char Empire, and he was well taught from an early age. Different from the ruggedness of his appearance, Rick has a profound knowledge and a steady personality that does not match his age, and is the soul pillar of this little mercenary group.

"Didn't you notice, Filar has never said his full name since they met." Rick glanced at the tent and smiled casually, "As a proud elf, he usually gives his full name in front of the guests he meets for the first time, and he uses his surname to indicate his origin. ”

"There are only two reasons why he didn't do this, either Filar is an evil elf who defected from the elven court, or his identity is too sensitive, and he thinks it will bring us unnecessary trouble." Rick winked his eyes at Largo, "Which reason do you think it would be?" ”