"Squeak, squeak. A rat cautiously burrowed out of the burrow. A large group of canopy wolves had just passed by at a rapid pace, and the little rats that were foraging for food were frightened and immediately burrowed back into their holes. This doesn't really work, the canopyed wolf is able to dig through the burrows and catch the rats inside and eat them.

The canopyed wolf is small in size but has an unusually wide diet, and this rat is also within their prey range. But they were in a hurry, and some of the crested wolves glanced in the direction of the rats, but did not catch them.

The rat's intelligence is not strong enough to support it in thinking about the reasons for this, and it simply reflexively hides in the depths of its burrows – a method that its ancestors have used to avoid numerous disasters for thousands of years.

"Plop la la. "A bird landed lightly and caught the mouse. Poor little mouse, it didn't survive tonight.

Before it died, it took one last look at its cave, where its children were still there. They are past lactation and are fully fending for themselves......

"Rustle. "An eyestem pushed open the blade of grass used to hide at the exit of the rat hole, and slowly poked out, and it immediately saw the bird that caught the little mouse. "Snort. A bolt of electricity shot out of the eyeball, striking the bird with precision. The bird didn't have time to let out a wail before it fell to the ground in smoke.

The eye stalk looked around again, and after noticing that there were no other anomalies, it quickly retracted into the ground. It didn't take long for a dirt bag to slowly surface to the ground with a "booming" sound.

When the dirt bag grew to the height of more than one person, a hole suddenly opened in it, and a large living person came out of it.

Faust moved his neck and moved underground with nearly twenty men, which was a physically demanding job, but ...... Faust looked around for a week, finally breaking free from the encirclement of the canopy wolf.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around, Faust hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that the people behind him were no longer in danger. In a short time, people came out of the holes.

The cave was safe, but it wasn't a comfortable place - it was damp, warm, and poorly ventilated, and if Faust hadn't floated up regularly to breathe, someone would have suffocated to death.

Now on the ground, everyone hurriedly took a few deep breaths of air - although the air in the jungle was far from fresh, it was better than in the smelly crypt.

Seeing that everyone's state is not good, Faust doesn't plan to urge everyone to go to the magic city as soon as possible. He thought for a moment and asked the old chieftain, "Chief Chief, how far are we from that city?"

The old chief was in good shape, with no signs of hypoxia at all, which undoubtedly showed his strong physical fitness. Faust even suspected that his body was no longer entirely human.

"Hmm...... If you go at the pace just now, even if you consider resting, you will probably be able to arrive tomorrow afternoon. The chief glanced at his surroundings and pondered for a moment before giving an answer, "Our station is closer to the Demon City than it was decades ago, and you can go straight to the Demon City......

"No," said Faust, who flatly rejected the chief's proposal, "that would be too much physical exertion, and we would have to rely on our legs for the rest of the journey." ”

The chief was not upset by this, he was an experienced wilderness hunter, and naturally did not fail to understand the importance of physical strength, "In that case...... If you keep walking, you'll be there tomorrow at dusk. If you still want to rest, you will have to wait until dusk the day after tomorrow. ”

The time given by the chief was still within Faust's acceptable range - according to his agreement with Squealer, he only had about half a month to solve the town's problems.

Now that the problem is essentially solved, Faust has other plans—he has to gain enough power before he meets the upper echelons of the Brotherhood, at least he needs to be able to defend against the same level of confusion as Squealer.

Although he has the dual protection of the system and Legba, the methods of the telemancers are not just to use the psychic energy to directly interfere so brutally - they have the means to confuse and control a person without using the psychic energy.

This was only the minimum that Faust could accept, and if he could, he would have bigger plans, and would even determine the heights of his life's goals—his strength, power, wealth, and familial prestige—to what heights.

Faust carefully counted the remaining time, and after a moment he raised his head and suggested to the chief, "In that case, Mr. Chief, how about we rest here tonight......?"

The old chief followed Faust's line of sight, and sure enough, everyone was not in a very good state.

Of Faust's squad, only Reinhardt appeared to be good, Annabella and the two guards were a little pale, the old mayor was in a terrible state, and even had to rely on Klaus to support him, while his granddaughter Zhannath was still unconscious, carried on the back of a young native.

It seems to be called Lei Gulun, the chief was not very impressed by this young man, he did not think deeply, but set his eyes on his subordinates.

The Revenants were okay, they were just gasping for breath, and the elite warriors were much more embarrassed. Their combat power is no worse than that of the Revenant, but their great combat power comes from their strong muscular strength, so their oxygen demand is significantly higher than that of the Revenant with supernatural powers.

You must know that as long as you become a Revenant, your need for food, water, and air will be reduced by at least one-tenth, and then every time you level four, it will be reduced by another tenth, and by the time you reach the Legendary Realm, the Revenant even needs half of the necessities of ordinary life to maintain combat effectiveness.

"That's fine, let's rest until dawn. The chief reluctantly agreed to Faust's suggestion—now he was the one who was most desperate to get to the city. He believed that as long as the curse of the Demon City was solved, the threat of the Crowned Wolf would naturally cease to exist, and his alliance with Faust would naturally allow the tribe to recover quickly.

Faust understood his mind and therefore disdained him - his vision limited his achievements, and if he had grown up in the same environment as Faust, he would never have been inferior to Faust, but alas, he was only an indigenous man.

He thought that Faust was content with a small town, and at most he had to get the surrounding tribes to pay him taxes—the highest position he could think of, not even the same as the city lord.

In his opinion, Faust needed himself, who could act as an intermediary between him and other tribes, help him rule the whole jungle, and was an indispensable assistant to Faust.

However, the town was just a prop for Faust, a springboard and stepping stone for him to climb higher peaks. Any covenant he made at this point was false, and the jungle was never his goal.

But Faust only smiled and said meaningfully, "Then eat something, after a strenuous exercise, I'm a little hungry again." ”

Looking at the old chief with a knowing smile, Faust picked up the bird he had shot before, "I can't eat this alone, why don't I give you half of it?"

"Night Sparrow?" said the old chieftain, a little surprised, "what a rare animal, and perhaps a good sign of our success." ”

Faust smiled again, casually walking towards the crowd already seated on the ground, "Yes, I heard it was delicious. He trampled the dead little mouse under his feet and crushed it into the dirt—something he couldn't even eat, let alone eat, the kind of thing he couldn't even eat.