"Got it. Reinhardt nodded indifferently, not telling if he was listening.

The old chief stared at Reinhardt's face as if trying to see something in his expression, but Reinhardt didn't make any expression.

"In that case, let's go. It was a long time before the chief withdrew his gaze—since he could not see any useful information, it was Reinhardt who was more knowledgeable about current affairs.

"Next, we're going to get into the area where fire cockroaches are more frequent. Once in hunting mode, the old chief became much more reliable, "Just to be on the safe side, we can't go any deeper, so let's grab one here and go back to the errand." ”

Reinhardt nodded, indicating that he had no opinion. The chieftain had become somewhat accustomed to his lack of words, and was not taken seriously by it.

The old chief wasn't going to babble into a stuffy oil bottle, and besides, the fire cockroach's sense of hearing—or the sense of touch to vibration—was so sensitive that it was likely to attract a large number of fire cockroaches when it spoke.

The old chief and Reinhardt didn't have many means of defense, and once they faced a large wave of fire cockroaches collectively spraying acid, I am afraid that they would be more than lucky.

The old chief walked to the grass in front of him, and the machete in his hand flew by, and a large patch of weeds was cut off by Qi Gen. Fire cockroaches are not highly intelligent, and the old chief is not worried about what they can see from the traces they have left.

Reinhardt followed the old chief closely, walking along the path he had cut out. He was not idle, because of the limitations of his posture, the old chief's vision was low, and he had to take the responsibility of lookout, guarding against threats that might come from other directions - you know, fire cockroaches have wings.

Luckily, the two of them didn't seem to be judged as intruders, and there were no hordes of fire cockroaches chasing them along the way. But on the other hand, it was also a misfortune – they didn't even see a single fire cockroach leg, let alone capture one alive.

The two men walked and stopped, advancing only three miles in an hour, which seemed a little too slow with the strength of the chief and Reinhardt.

Finding that there were no fire cockroaches around, the chief was also a little puzzled, so he casually stuck his machete into the soil, straightened up, and muttered to himself, "What's the matter? Where did all those red-shelled ghost bugs go?"

"No trace?" Reinhardt spoke suddenly, not speaking for a long time, making his voice a little hoarse, but it accentuated his masculinity.

The chief was shocked, it turns out that you are not dumb. But he didn't really ask, but nodded, "That's right, what the hell, I can't even smell a little smell." ”

The smell of the fire cockroach's acidic bodily fluids was strong, and the chief's sense of smell was so sensitive that he could even smell the spicy sour smell from a mile away.

The chief pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Why don't we go a little further?" According to his previous experience, the number of fire cockroaches would explode as he continued to get close to the Demon City—of course, the increase in danger was also directly proportional to this.

Therefore, when he asked Reinhardt, he was asking him in disguise if he was willing to take more risks for the mission. He's going to do it anyway—if Faust can't find a way to break through the fire cockroach barrier, they'll have to force their way through it with their own bodies.

Reinhardt, however, is different. The old chief was keenly aware of Faust's attitude towards Reinhardt, which was not the proper attitude of a superior towards his subordinates, but more often among his partners.

Reinhardt and Faust were not closely related, and this is the conclusion that the chief came to after observation. This reasoning process may have been sloppy, but the chief trusted his years of experience.

If Reinhardt and Faust were not subordinate, then if the old chief insisted on going deeper to catch fire cockroaches, and Reinhardt was unwilling to do so, then he would probably offend people.

The old chief even thought of pulling Reinhardt from Faust and putting him on his side, so that he would not easily offend this powerful warrior who could not see his anger or joy. Although the idea was ultimately rejected by him - Reinhardt's strength obviously did not change the balance of power between him and Faust - no one wanted to offend someone for no reason.

"Good. Reinhardt was still concise, but he at least had one advantage over the other stuffy bottles, that is, he spoke clearly, and he didn't say a word or two that was hard to read and then shut up and never spoke again.

The chief nodded his head to show that he understood, and without speaking, he turned his head and drew his machete stuck in the dirt, and strode forward—there was no sign of fire cockroaches around, so there was no need to be so careful.

Reinhardt's silence seemed to infect the old chieftain, making him speak less.

This time, the two of them were in a normal hurry, and the speed was naturally much faster than before, and only a quarter of an hour later, the two of them advanced another mile.

The chief seemed to walk in a normal way, but he could always pass where there was nowhere to put his feet, and even advance far in the blink of an eye in a place where the foliage was dense. This is the ability of the "Walk of the Forest", which is a trait of the Druid, but the Revenant apparently has the same ability.

Reinhardt himself was not supernatural, but the equipment Professor Pacien had given him was finally showing its power. In the old chief's arcane vision, the blue light on Reinhardt's waist suddenly brightened a lot, and at the same time, his steps became more brisk. He can jump over some fallen trees with a single leap, and in some areas where there are more obstacles, he can even glide over short distances.

With the help of this equipment, Reinhardt was even faster than the old chief, and he clearly had spare strength. It seems that if it weren't for the old chieftain who could still lead the way, Reinhardt would have not known how far to run out.

The old chief was a little unconvinced, wasn't it just a slightly more powerful piece of equipment? I have it too, but I can't increase my speed.

Now is not the time to make trouble, the chief comforts himself, my equipment is probably more powerful than his five combined, why should I be angry with him for this?

The chief was thinking wildly when suddenly, a mark in front of him caught his eye, and he quickly waved his hand to signal Reinhardt to stop.

Although Reinhardt was slightly ahead, he had been paying attention to the chief's movements, and when he saw the chief waving at this moment, he naturally leaned over immediately.

The chief stroked a shallow scratch on the root of the tree. The traces are very new, and they still show the color of white wood, but there is not a trace of barbs to the touch.

As if there was some hesitation, the chief leaned down again, closer to the scratch to take a closer look. At first glance, the scratches appear to have been cut with something sharp, but the edges are slightly rounded and do not have the edges and corners of the cut.

He put his nose up again, took a few quick breaths, and a faint sour smell lingered on the tip of his nose. The chief stood up and let out a long breath, he could already conclude that this trace was indeed left by a fire cockroach, and judging by the height, it was not small.

"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.