As he walked, Martin, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, raised his right hand and clenched his fist - it was a pre-arranged stop gesture.

Martin then pointed to a large tree forty meters in front of him, raised one finger, and then pointed directly at Gal, and tiptoed with his index and middle fingers, and finally cut his throat.

Gal instantly understood, and the whole person was like a cheetah about to launch an assault, and with the help of the half-human-high grass on the high slope as a cover, the cat sneaked over.

Franise didn't move behind her, her bright eyes moving.

Martin's gesture clearly sparked her inspiration: if I also needed a covert operations team, wouldn't it be possible to communicate completely silently with such gestures?

For this era, secret sneaking into something is too high-end!

Gal didn't disappoint Martin.

This slingman from a poor background is indeed incredibly agile and swift.

His light movements are reminiscent of felines, not cats or anything, at least lynxes, tigers and other beasts.

Gal first made a small circle to keep himself in the wind. Being downwind can not only prevent the other party from smelling, but also hide the sound a lot.

He was as light as flying on grass, and a dozen strides of slightly larger strides approached the tree.

Then Martin and Franise saw Gal leap high and pounce on the tiger as if it were coming down the mountain.

The first thing that flashed was the jet-black head of the newly arrived black spear.

"Woo......" The other party didn't even fully scream, and he was chilled by Garza.

"Good!" Martin whispered, clenching his fists.

It's a pity that in the next second, Martin saw a scene that made them both cry and laugh.

stabbing the other party to death with one shot is already a complete merit. But Gar still looked stupid, pulled out the dagger from his waist, pulled the other party's hair from behind with one hand, and brandished the dagger with the other hand to cut his throat.

Martin was Spartan on the spot.

Nima, the other party has been pierced through the heart!

What else are you cutting your throat for?

Do you believe in the Throat-Cutting God?

When Martin touched it and asked Gal, it was funny and innocent.

"Didn't I tell you that this pose means secretly killing the other party?"

"But the young master, you are so powerful, I am afraid that if you do not have a deterrent action, you will not be able to show your strength, young master! ”

Martin held his forehead and didn't want to say anything.

Nima, for this kind of guy who understands the meaning of gestures, I'm tired!

"Okay, let's not talk about it yet, you make so much blood, you can smell blood within a radius of a kilometer. Take something and move it. ”

Francis, too, was snickering, she thought for a moment and pointed to the orc who was ambushed by Gal: "Your young master seems to like ambushes very much, you are covered in blood, you will definitely not be able to help, that piece of cloth go down to the stream and wash it, so as to get rid of the smell of blood." ”

"Good!"

It was just down the hill that the churros creek was down, and Garton was rolling in a 'lightning bath'.

One more box.

This hideous-looking orc was clearly a lone wolf. Just now, Martin observed for a long time and didn't see any of his teammates, so he asked Gal to go over and kill him.

This time, Martin finally managed to get his hands on a crossbow, and he was relieved to see the half-orc-style crossbow full of blades and barbs transformed into Rick's Empire style.

You can be an arrow man again.

Martin re-fished the otherworldly version of 98k, and I don't know how many otherworldly gods hurt in the egg. Only the god of chaos had a twinkle in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Here, I washed my body in a hurry, and it didn't take two minutes before and after Garr's goods to come back with a soup chicken.

"You're not afraid of catching a cold?"

"It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Franise next to her glanced at Martin, clearly saying, you catch a cold when you get wet, how weak should you be?

Martin was forced to use the mind of a traveler to measure this group of animals that seemed to live in the Middle Ages.

Here, with the assistance of the system elves, Martin is much simpler.

His vision has long been different from that of ordinary people:

When a sound is heard, the system will play a translucent gray bracket to mark the source of the sound, if it is a sound that Martin has heard, the system will automatically compare Martin's memory, and mark the probability of being of such and such a race.

If you catch a glimpse of a figure in your field of vision, the system sprite will also help Martin make a figure stroke to classify and highlight the target. For example, orcs give bright green color, and chaos warriors are scarlet......

In addition, the system also provides a three-dimensional topographic map depicted according to the line of sight, marking the location of each target.

Following Martin, Francis was even more surprised.

She was sure that Martin would not be a hunter or a crossbowman, and that his excessively fair skin was peculiar to the aristocracy who did not like to bask in the sun. A pair of palms that had obviously not done heavy work, without any calluses on them.

You must know that even a person like her, who uses milk to soak her hands every time she practices martial arts, because of long-term exertion, even if she doesn't have calluses on her hands, her joints look a little thick. It can be said that this is her only flaw in being known as the goddess of perfection.

Martin's hands are more tender......

Martin has amazing dynamic and static vision, as well as perception, plus an excellent view of the battlefield.

This is a paradox.

Under Martin's leadership, the three-person team not only preserved their strength and advanced secretly, but also licked the bag twice.

Franise had wanted to change into a full-body armor, a knight's armor worn on the corpse of a strong man in the Rick Empire.

This plan was rejected by Martin.

Martin glanced at the system's record, and by this time there were already 30 contestants left: "If you think the three of us can face the siege of the remaining 27 strong men at the same time, you wear this." ”

The standard armor of the Rick Empire is simply more and more boom.

The golden armor, the fiery red cloak, and the colorful feathers like a rooster's head on the full-face helmet can be clearly seen from five kilometers away!

I don't know if Francis is a loyal knight who has been thoroughly brainwashed, or if she is seriously insecure: "I checked, and it is not so conspicuous to be able to change the color of the armor, such as green like this grassland." ”

Martin rolled his eyes: "If you can sneak silently in armor, I'll let you wear it." Of course, if you can insist, then forgive me and Gal for not being with you. ”

As a righteous old coward, he definitely entered the village secretly, and he didn't want to shoot. It's like fighting PUBG, my teammates are running in the corridor in military boots, and the earthquake-like "dong dong" loud bang is like announcing to the world that I'm here.