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Varus is a bear man.

Compared with the person beside him, his thick arms were thicker than the other party's thighs, and the thighs were thicker than the other party's waist, and he was covered in white fur, which was stained with a lot of dust and dirt because he had not been cleaned for a long time, showing a dirty dark yellow, and looking a little sloppy.

Varus had a short neck—or rather, he had no neck, and a huge head rested on his shoulders.

The species without a neck seems to be inherently more festive and cute than other creatures, and his head is still round, so even though Varus looks fierce and the fangs that come out of his mouth with an occasional yawn are sharp, he still looks a little cute. But it would be a mistake for anyone to dare to despise him for this, for his powerful limbs and sharp claws would leave bloody and horrific memories on those who mistakenly thought him to be lovely.

However, Varus didn't want to show his strength at this moment, he just cowered behind a large pile of bushes and kicked the man next to him.

"Gerald, you've been watching it for a long time, what's going on?"

The man next to Varus is two extremes from the point of view of his stature: the man is not tall, thin, thin arms and legs, and his waist is even more plump.

This figure, if it is placed among those human aristocratic women, I am afraid that it will make them envious to the point of madness, because it is this perfect body that they are pursuing with all their efforts, not to mention the face of that person, if it is seen by those human female nobles, they will be even more jealous to madness - or obsessed to intoxication.

The face of the slender man was the same as his figure, very slender, with a pointed chin and a goose-egg-shaped face, a high nose, narrow eyes, and a lip as thin as paper, exuding a thick feminine beauty, and at first glance it was a little difficult to distinguish whether this person was male or female.

Although he looked thin, he was not kicked out by Varus's bear foot.

Gerald only staggered two steps to the side, then stood still, then turned around, his eyes glared at the boss like two brass bells, and he lowered his voice and exclaimed, "There are ten barbarians in this group!"

When Varus heard this, a pair of bear eyes immediately glared at the boss.

Ten barbarians?!

This is a lot of force no matter where it is, and if that's the case, you'll have to think about it again if you want to eat the other party.

But Varus always felt that something was wrong.

"Where are the barbarians out there? There are so many ten? Aren't the barbarians all in the Valley of Thorns?"

Gerald also looked confused, just shook his head and muttered, "I don't know ......"

He also wondered why there were barbarians among those outsiders, and there were still ten of them, and there shouldn't be so many barbarians living outside the Valley of Thorns.

"That's not a barbarian. ”

Just when Varus and Gerald were in a daze, a cold voice came from the other side of Varus.

Both turned their heads to look at the third man.

The man who made the cold voice was the same as Gerald, with thin arms and thin legs, but he was not as feminine and charming as Gerald.

The third person's face is more rounded, the eyebrows and eyes are softer, the male features on the face are still obvious, it looks like a cute little Zhengtai, if women see it, most of them will be motherly, and they can't help but come up and knead his cheeks.

"You say that's not a barbarian, Isaac?"

Varus repeated the little Shota's words, took the moment to look back at Gerald, then turned his head and asked, "What is that not a barbarian?"

Varus couldn't help but scratch his head as he spoke, looking a little anxious and eager to find out.

If he could, Varus would have gone into battle to see for himself what they were talking about, but his eyesight was far less than that of the two men, so he could only listen to them patiently.

Xiao Zhengtai Isaac looked at Gerald and said calmly: "Not all people with tattoos are savages, just like not all dwarves are dwarves, and it is possible that humans are not tall by nature. ”

Gerald was stunned for a moment, his eyes realizing.

"You mean ......"

Isaac nodded, "Yes." ”

The two of them were playing dumb riddles here, but Varus didn't understand it at all, so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and quickly kicked Gerald again, urging: "What the hell is going on?!"

Gerald pursed his lips and glanced at Varus with some grievance.

Obviously Isaac said that those are not barbarians, why did Varus kick him?

But he actually knew why—wasn't it because Isaac was not easy to mess with? Compared to Isaac, he was simply a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch it.

Gerald didn't care for long, after all, he had been used to it for so many years, and before Varus could kick the next kick, he had already said the answer to his guess: "Isaac is saying that the ones we see covered in patterns are not barbarians, but humans." ”

Gerald was afraid that Varus would kick him again when he heard it, and he might have to curse a few words, so he quickly added: "It's just that they are also covered in patterns, just like barbarians." ”

Isaac snorted coldly, seemingly extremely disdainful of this big oolong committed by Gerald.

"Teutonic said that observation requires careful care, have you ever seen such a thin barbarian?"

However, he may have thought about the other party's friendship with himself, and after all, he didn't say anything more, just turned his head away and continued to observe from a distance.

Gerald hoped that his explanation would avoid Varus's kick, but he clearly overestimated Varus's cultivation.

When Varus heard this, no matter how stupid he was, he understood what was going on, and he kicked Gerald again, and then continued to sit on the ground and pluck out his ears, licking his paws from time to time, which was not too dirty.

Gerald leaned back in aggrieved and continued to observe.

Gerald and Isaac didn't speak, and Varus, who seemed bored after plucking out his ears for a while, got up from the ground, walked around a little impatiently, and said, "If there is nothing else, then Gerald will continue to stay and follow them, and Isaac and I will go back first, and then we will do his best in the evening." ”

It was so boring that he couldn't stay any longer, and he regretted why he had to come along.

It seems that this rule will have to be changed in the future, just let Gerald come alone next time, anyway, this kind of action is not dangerous, it really can't be done, can you still let Jonas follow Gerald?

Well, that's it.

Varus had already set the new rules for the team after such a while, and he was about to beckon Isaac to go with him, but he heard Gerald suddenly lower his voice and snort softly.

"What's wrong again?"

Varus asked angrily.

This kid always likes to be so surprised, and he looks like a very mature person, far less stable than Isaac.

Varus had already figured out that if Gerrard made another oolong like this time, he would definitely not just kick him twice...... Well, I have to call him a bear's paw, which is to make up some delicious food for him, and let him taste the taste of honey.

At the thought of honey, the saliva in Varus's mouth unconsciously began to secrete a large amount, but Gerald's next words made his saliva stop secreting in an instant.

"There's a man behind these outsiders!"

Unlike Gerald's startled fuss, Isaac's voice was much calmer, succinctly reporting important information.

"It's Laurie. ”

Varus's brow furrowed when he heard Gerald's words, and when he heard Isaac's name, his brow suddenly relaxed.

"The peasants ......"

Varus's eyes were very disdainful, and he spat on the ground, spitting out the saliva he had just secreted because of the thought of honey, as if he wanted to show the two people around him how disdainful he was now.

"Phew!"

"A group of mud-legged people still want to steal business, go home and farm!"

Varus was disdainful of the group, but his actions showed that he wasn't as indifferent as he appeared.

Varus, who was about to leave, was not in a hurry to leave, and stood in place with his eyes rolling, as if thinking about something. And at this time, Gerald, who always seemed to talk a lot, said, "Why don't you leave?"

Gerald looked at the two of them strangely, and he remembered what Varus had just said about leaving. As a result, his mouth was exchanged for a bear paw, and he slapped him on the head, causing him to exhale pain - of course, Varus didn't kick or hit hard, otherwise Gerald's head would have spun several times under this slap.

"How can this go!"

Varus scolded angrily, and his eyes, which had been wandering, finally stopped, as if he had figured it out.

"Keep following them, and don't let anyone find out. ”

Varus commanded, "Remember to leave markers along the way, and when our men arrive, prepare for battle!"

Gerald was stunned, "Didn't you say you'd do it at night?"

Varus slapped him on the head again and rebuked, "Why wait until night? If you don't hurry up, maybe you'll be preempted by those mud legs!"

Gerald touched his head and let out an aggrieved "oh", but Isaac didn't speak, just looked into the distance through the gap in the bush in front of him.

......

"It's coming. ”

Jacob looked up, his gaze lifted from the map on the horseback in front of him, and looked ahead, his eyes fixed, as if trying to see something in the endless wooded valley.

"In three days, we should be in Hiham. ”

Beside him was Rusen, who rode side by side, and the bronze knight looked ahead, and after a moment of silence, asked, "How will the camp be set up tonight?"

Jacob did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment before he said, "Let's walk less today and camp early." I heard that the closer you get to Hiam, the more chaotic it becomes, and those alien races that can't even control Hiam are everywhere, so it's better to be careful. ”

Rusen nodded in agreement.

Set up camp early, although you will walk less and the journey will be longer, but you can finally arrange more fortifications.

Lord Donn is no longer here, and they can only take it one step at a time to get to Hiam.

Thinking of Lord Donn, Rusen naturally thought of another person.

He turned his head sideways, looked in one direction, and saw that the man he had thought of was sitting on a horse and looking left and right, with a leisurely expression on his face, as if he was enjoying the scenery.

This made Rusen's impression of him even worse.

If someone who doesn't know comes to see it, they think this guy is out for a spring outing.

Unbeknownst to Rusen, Norman's gesture of enjoying the scenery was of other use—he was using this to provide environmental data to the Knights Templar.

Of course, it's also nice to take a look at the beautiful scenery and broaden your mind.

Norman was watching with pleasure when his heart suddenly palpitated, which made his eyes freeze for a moment, but it was immediately back to normal, and the anomaly flashed so quickly that even someone stared at him in front of him.

What's going on?

Norman was still enjoying the scenery leisurely, but a question arose in his heart.

At the moment when his heart palpitated just now, he had a sudden feeling. Norman couldn't figure out what that feeling meant, but he sensed the danger, and if I had to use an analogy, it was as if he was being stared at by a large python.

The feeling was new to Norman.

In the past, he completely relied on the hard indicators of his superhuman physical fitness to clearly detect whether someone was ill towards him, such as finding the other party's gaze, hearing suspicious voices, etc., but after he "became one", he completely became an ordinary person, and he couldn't detect anything.

It was the first time he had seen or heard anything like this, but he could inexplicably perceive the appearance of danger.

Norman vaguely felt that this might have something to do with his current strange state of "unification".

After riding on his horse and looking at the scenery for a while, he suddenly bent down slightly to the side, and whispered to the person next to him: "Look around and see if you can see any strange places, or if you can find someone, it is best to be hidden." ”

Next to Norman's horses was Atramicia.

After hearing Norman's words, she straightened her neck and looked forward, then back, and finally left and right, and said to Norman, "No." ”

Norman was somewhat speechless about her actions.

Are you afraid that people won't know you're looking for something?!

But he just shook his head and didn't care.

Atramicia has been a little irritable these days, but he still doesn't blame her.

However, Norman obviously overestimated Atrimisia's little temper, he didn't open his mouth to reprimand at all, just shook his head, Atramicia was already dissatisfied, grabbed his hand directly, and pulled him off the horse!

Norman fell to the ground with a solid back, and was sore from the stones on the ground.

"Damn!"

Can't shake your head?

Before Norman's thought could fully pass him, he heard a "boom" and an arrow shot above him.

"Enemy Attack! Fight!"

Rusen's tore shouts rang out like thunder, resounding throughout the team.