The traversers are not people who like to be patient, since they have doubts in their hearts, then go and inquire and solve the doubts.

Before, they didn't know the specific location of the Thracian army, so they could only send people to find it, but now that the Atlas is hanging, they have determined the exact location of the Thracian army, which is of course much easier.

With the help of human artillery, more than a dozen traversers came to the vicinity of the Thracian army one after another. Some of them were unlucky, who landed right next to the Thracian army, and were hacked to death before they could recover from their weakened state, but most of them recovered smoothly and launched a reconnaissance.

Pandas are one of them.

His landing point was slightly crooked, about thirty kilometers away - for human artillery, this deviation is actually nothing, considering that this position is temporarily adjusted, it can only be deviated so much, he can't help but sigh that Volibel's shooting skills seem to have grown again. After landing and hanging once, relying on the temporary resurrection point to resurrect on the spot, he did not rush to find the Thracian army, but found a safe place to sit down and rest according to the map, and only after recovering, did he walk in the direction of the Thracian army.

When he was resting, he saw that people kept mentioning in the chat channel, "I've arrived, and the deviation is about 50 kilometers." "My deviation is only about five kilometers, so I'm so lucky!", "! My deviation is close to 100 kilometers! Volibel, you play with me!", "Damn! How did I fall in the middle of the Thracian army! As soon as I landed, I was hacked to death with a knife, and I didn't have time to reconnoitre...... "Don't mention it, I fell next to the Thracian army, and I hung up before I could recover...... Wallybel you don't need to say so high in terms of shooting accuracy!".

After landing and resurrecting, it takes half an hour to get rid of the weakened state. In a weak state, the traversers can't even give full play to one-tenth of their abilities, so they are sent back to the city for free as soon as they land, and there is no way to do it.

Fortunately, there are not many people who are unlucky, and most people still survive the period of weakness and recover.

As soon as they recovered, they rushed in the direction of the Thracian army and tried to make some inquiries.

Soon, Cervantes, the ranger closest to the Thracian army, came to the top of a hill where he could overlook the Thracian army. He didn't bother to go down the mountain, so he looked out from afar on the top of the mountain to observe the Thracian army.

"As Atlas said, the discipline of this Thracian army is incredible!" he exclaimed in the chat channel, "those cavalry are just that, not much better than other cavalry." But those infantry are really ...... I don't know how to describe it. Obviously, the long line is marching, but the team is neat and tidy, and it really feels like the People's Liberation Army is marching...... Oh my God, I've never seen that—"

His words stopped abruptly, and after a moment, he added, "Damn! I was found by Emmiway on the top of the mountain, and she was killed with an arrow!"

In the hall of the guild castle, several people sat next to the crystal, looking at each other.

They were traversers who had fallen near the Thracian army, and like Cervantes, they had just recovered and rushed to reconnoitre. After only a few glances, he was discovered by the legendary archer in the Thracian army, and one person and one arrow, all of them were sent back to the city for free.

The strength of the traversers is not weak, but whether they are weak or not depends on who they compare with. Compared to ordinary people, they are of course strong, but compared to legendary archers, most of the traversers are still just scum who can die with one move.

...... Or if they can catch one of Emmivia's arrows, they can catch more arrows. It is even possible to confront the other party head-on, and I don't dare to say it, at least I can fight a dozen.

Of course, this is not impossible, but if you want to do it alone, you can't do it for the time being.

After suffering a loss, the traversers changed their methods, and instead of rashly approaching the Thracian army, they compared the coordinates with each other, intending to converge first.

Panda was one of them, and it took him about an hour to get to the agreed gathering place. When he arrived, he found that four or five people had already arrived, and there were almost so many people still on the way.

"Looks like I'm not too early or too late. He laughs.

"Actually, it's early or late, it's pretty much the same. The Master of the Sect in charge of setting up this temporary camp, Feng Huang, said, "Anyway, we will wait for everyone to arrive, and it will be completely dark, and we will take advantage of the night to set off." ”

The panda nodded, walked over to the campfire that had been lit, and helped set up the tent.

The winter nights are very cold, and although the travelers will not freeze to death, if they can be warmer, what's the difference?

The tent was set up quickly, and the tent made of rudimentary materials was not sturdy, but the shelter was good. They moved the campfire to the tent door, and the hot air flowed into the tent, and it quickly warmed up.

The panda sat resting on the ground covered with dead grass, while the ranger Mavi took out the pot, put in water and flour, and rested it on the campfire to cook porridge. He sliced the vegetables and jerky and threw them into the porridge, and as the water in the pot boiled, the aroma wafted through the makeshift camp.

Smelling the aroma, the panda couldn't help but get hungry, and the other traversers were similar.

"Mavi, you're not going to be a dark cook, are you?" someone asked.

No wonder everyone is worried, Mavi is quite famous for his dark cuisine, this guy's taste doesn't seem to be quite different from the average person, and the taste of eating is very strange - not that he can't tell the difference between sweet and sour, spicy and salty, not that he doesn't know what is delicious, it's just that he often eats some "raw" things, which makes people really disagree.

Panda has also eaten what he calls "wilderness food", and to be honest, the ingredients are indeed good, but the taste is a little bit - the fishy smell is too strong, a little greasy in the mouth, and it is not comfortable.

"I usually eat this when I'm camping in the wilderness. Mavi said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, you can't eat the dead." ”

Everyone was even more worried, smelling the gradually overflowing porridge, and no one dared to say "bring me a bowl".

After resting for a while, other traversers came one after another. When the porridge on the campfire was completely cooked, and Mavi took out the bowl to drink, the traversers in charge of the reconnaissance mission finally gathered completely.

At this time, it was almost completely dark, and the system time was already around seven o'clock in the evening.

"Let's get some rest. "From here to the camp of the Thracian army, it takes about half an hour. We waited until about three o'clock in the evening before we left, so that we could get a good night's sleep first. ”

The panda nodded, took out the dry food, ate some, drank some water, and lay down directly on the hay, intending to sleep for a while.

The warmth of the campfire and the aroma of porridge made his eyelids stick together quickly, and when he was about to fall asleep, he could faintly hear someone lamenting, "Sure enough, it's dark cuisine again! Mavi, I'll hold your lungs......!"