"That's it, let's chase this one. The chief said softly, since there are already fire cockroaches infested, then it can't be so arrogant.

Reinhardt also glanced at the mark, but could only see that it was a shallow scratch, and he could not tell what left it or what direction it was going.

Reinhardt shook his head, the top priority now was to catch a live fire cockroach, and it was not too late to think about these jungle hunting skills later.

Therefore, he only paused slightly, and immediately chased in the direction of the old chief. The old chieftain was now moving a little faster than before, and in the blink of an eye, he had already run a long distance.

However, Reinhardt was quicker than him, and after a while he was in pursuit, on par with the chief.

The old chief did get clues, and as he went, the fire cockroach left more and more traces. The cockroach appears to be injured, and it seems to be getting worse.

The old chief could even simulate the movement of this fire cockroach.

At first, the fire cockroach was damaged for unknown reasons, but at this point the damage seemed to have little effect on it, and it was still able to flee quickly.

But as time went on, the injuries did not recover, but became more severe. Its six serrated legs no longer seemed to be able to support its weight, and it moved more and more slowly, until finally, one of his legs seemed to lose strength, causing it to tilt its body, and the sharp edge of the carapace left a small mark at the root of the tree.

Although it stumbled, it was still strong enough that it immediately regained its position and continued to run.

But the stumble seemed to make its wound even bigger, and drops of bodily fluids flowed out. Dripping on the edge of the grass, in the dirt. It is running slower and slower, and its fluids are leaking more and more......

The chief sniffed the sourness that was getting stronger, and he felt a slight discomfort in his heart, and he saw Reinhardt wrinkle his nose, apparently even he could smell the sourness.

I'm afraid that cockroach is already more than lucky, the old chief thought. According to his estimates, the fire cockroach was about three feet long, which was considered the largest of the kind, and even then, it was ...... to shed so much bodily fluids

The chief's heart sank, and I was afraid that this trip would be useless.

Sure enough, they didn't chase for long before they saw a huge insect lying weakly among the grass in front of them, and there was a big hole on the side of its body, from which dark green slime slowly flowed, and a pungent sour smell floated in the air around them.

Its legs were still twitching slowly, but anyone could tell that it was nothing more than a dying throe. If Faust had been here, he might have said that it was caused by the simple neural structure of the insect, and that its legs were not dead yet, but the cockroach itself was dead.

"Forget it, let's find the next one. The chief stood beside the cockroach's corpse and looked at it twice, and then gave up the idea of using the cockroach to make a difference.

However, despite this, the man did not move the place, but crouched down and carefully observed the cockroach's injury.

He casually stabbed the wolf in the wound of the wolf tentatively, and the cockroach's leg twitched twice, and then completely stopped.

The old chief held up the dark green slime-stained branch to his eyes and looked at the wisps of white smoke rising from the branches, "The color is not right. He said suddenly.

"The body fluids of the fire cockroach are pale green, although there are individual differences, but this one ...... It's a bit too exaggerated. He shook his head, "It's the kind of thing that hurt it...... Venom. ”

The old chief was also a little hesitant, he was very suspicious of any kind of biological venom that could continue to work in a strong acidic environment.

Reinhardt leaned in, "Take this back with you?"

The old chief nodded, Reinhardt's suggestion was very pertinent - their purpose was to pass through this area, and now that some kind of predator was present here that was stronger than the fire cockroach, it should obviously be taken into account as well.

As soon as they said it, the two of them immediately lifted the fire cockroach's body and were careful not to touch the acid. It was naturally impossible for the two of them to continue to hunt the fire cockroach with this thing, so they began to stride back.

The old chief was not in a hurry, he was an old hunter, and knew that the most important thing in this business was patience, and one or two failures were nothing. Even the best hunters can't guarantee a full load every time.

The two of them rushed one after the other, carrying the corpse of the fire cockroach, although it was much slower than when they were tracking it before, but it was much faster than when they were looking for clues. Therefore, it took them just over an hour to return to the camp of Faust and his party.

They even saw Faust and the others from a distance, several Revenants were on guard with weapons, Annabella was taking care of the old mayor who was beside him, and Faust was changing into a thick overcoat and cutting something with his back to the two.

"Oh, you're back?" the two were about to shout to get everyone's attention, when they heard Faust's voice in their heads, and it was clear that he had spotted their traces.

After a period of meditation and rest, his physical strength and mental energy had returned to their peak, and now he even had the spare energy to maintain a telesensing technique.

"Didn't you catch a live fire cockroach? It's okay, I don't need it now. Faust continued, "The hunters under the chieftain just happened to have found one. ”

The old chief's heart was a little mixed--he had to work hard for hours, so he might as well try his luck with a few people? When he thought that his gains were just luck, he balanced a little.

"There is bad news, Lord Faustus. The old chief said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid our enemies are not just fire cockroaches. "He was anxious to show what he had gained, so that he could outperform the exploits of his men.

"Oh. Faust didn't seem to care at all, "You put down the corpse in your hand first, and I'll see it later." He straightened up and twisted his neck slightly, causing a series of soft ratchets in his cervical spine.

It was only then that the old chief and Reinhardt could see what he had been fiddling with. It was also a fire cockroach, but it was much smaller than the corpse they had picked up, not even the regular size of a fire cockroach.

It was only eight inches long, and its carapace was a brilliant bright red instead of the dull scarlet of large fire cockroaches. The little cockroach was clearly in good spirits, its body still writhing while it was fastened to a board of wood by several slender steel nails.

Its abdomen has been cut open, but its tenacious vitality keeps it alive. In front of its mouthparts, small targets were randomly placed, and there were traces of acid on them.

"You have come back at the right time. I've almost found a solution to these acidic bodily fluids. Faust wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, "You see, this is my achievement." ”