After a little more walking, he quietly stepped forward and reached for the other man's clothes, and of course, before Carter could turn around and stare at him with those triangular eyes, the troubled man had jumped away again.

Al found that the material of the other party's clothes was much better than his own, and judging from this person's attitude, the more he looked less like the followers of the gold diggers, those people all looked like they were starving to death, where they looked like this guy, covered in tendons and flesh.

So he's a soldier?

When I think about it, the bloodstained, grass-stained and mud-stained garment looks more and more like a lining under armor.

Then let's think he's a soldier......

How could a soldier walk outside like this, and be chased like a fool by a werewolf.

Al didn't want to be in the company of this guy who didn't look like a good person, and if you think about it, he shouldn't be a good person, but he walked for most of the day, and there was still silence around him, and he didn't see a little beast, so where did he come from other people of the same kind?

As they walked, they entered an area where thick fallen leaves were piled up on the ground, countless leaves of different sizes and shades of color were spread on the ground, layer upon layer, adding a large patch of yellowish brown to this colorblind forest, and when they stepped on it, the extremely unsteady sense of suspension made Al fall a big fall, and he fluttered in the sea of fallen leaves for a while before standing up, causing the man to sneer.

Al Na was willing to suffer, and when he opened his mouth, he shouted, "Deserter!"

Sure enough, hearing this, Carter's footsteps immediately stopped, and Al knew that he had guessed correctly, and this thing was a deserter.

In the next staggering journey, the man may have guessed his identity by the other party, or maybe he couldn't stand Al's teasing from time to time, and finally chatted with Al in a whisper without a word, of course, it is usually Al who says a dozen or so sentences, and the man will answer the previous sentence carefully, appearing very cautious.

Al slowly felt as if the other party was scared...... What is wrong to say?

In the process, Al learned that the deserter's name is Carter, and he is a patrolman, of course, the information about Carter is only there, so Al still doesn't know how this thing made such a mess of himself, it's understandable that he lost his armor and weapons, but aren't you going to run?

However, as for the question of the horse, Al figured it out for himself afterwards, because he fell again, but not because of the fallen leaves, but because of the roots of the trees hidden under them, or something like green vines, presumably because it was easy to fall, so it was inconvenient to ride a horse and gallop.

They were talking more about the valley and the woodlands, and Carter was casually talking about plants, traps, birds and animals, and avoided talking about the gold diggers and the gold diggers' obedience.

Gradually, Carter seemed to start to take a little interest in Al, and when Al said the name of the gold digger, Carter scoffed, "Hoover, a guy with no skills, and he is often active in the area of Camp Blackfish River. ”

"That's right, I also think he has no ability, it's a comparison, he died simply, maybe there is a beautiful girl in his dream who will go with him!

"Hmph, you should be unlucky, you can't remember a road when you meet someone who is not good at meeting him, every time you walk along the river, the trap laid is also very clumsy, just like this," Carter kicked a half-hidden trap beside him, and the thing slammed shut in the air and fell to the top of the fallen leaves, "I'm afraid only porcupines, robes, and other little fools will be tricked." ”

Al was startled, and said that I was just in the same category as the porcupine and the stupid roe deer, and if it wasn't for Carter's reminder, he really didn't know it was a trap, and judging by the loudness of the closing sound, he stepped into it, and the five limbs were only four limbs...... yes, that's clumsy. ”

Carter smiled again, but then his expression stiffened and his face turned angry.

The green vine that tripped Carter was much worse than this trap, and if it was a trap, Al's words made Carter mistakenly think that the other party was mocking him, and that he was not even as stupid as a roe deer.

Poor God, Al didn't mean it in the slightest.

Carter sarcastically said, "That Hoover guy, although he doesn't know the way and sets a clumsy trap, but his brain is not stupid, every time he enters the woodland, he brings much more [raw meat] than others, and-"

The words stopped abruptly, and the unnatural color on Carter's face flashed away, but it was still accurately captured by Al, who was in a state of frustration and asked with a pretended indifference on his face, "Oh? What is [raw meat]? Is it jerky?"

The guy only gave us brown bread. ”

The Gold Digger was lined with a tight black lining, and a whole set of tight leather armor was draped on the outside, just as the two were standing almost parallel to each other, Al had carefully observed each other from Hoover's side, and the Gold Digger had a sword, a crossbow, a quiver, a mess of knick-knacks, and of course, a small bag of jerky.

Al had stared at Hoover with saliva in his eyes, staring at the other party with skillful movements, taking out the brown strip of jerky from the small black bag, and putting it in his mouth without care, and the smell of the meat told Al that it was cooked.

The appearance of the jerky, or the amount of the portion, has nothing to do with [a lot of raw meat], and the only thing that Hoover brought into the valley from town has anything to do with meat.

Seven or eight servants, including himself, Al didn't know why he thought like this, maybe the other party's tone revealed selfishness that he was not aware of, or maybe the word [raw meat] itself contained some kind of evil smell, so the first thing the serfs thought of was people.

"Eat," Carter replied, turning his face to the side, "what do you say the maid is called? ”

If it was usual, Al would have to have an in-depth discussion and fantasy with the other party when facing such a problem, but at this time, Carter's performance made a chill rise in his heart, and there seemed to be a dark red figure hidden behind the cold.

Al was too busy brushing away the heavy cold air to lose the interest in small talk, and he handed over the task of conversation to the two mouths that had lost control of their brains, still using dirty words and phrases to paint a picture of how to deal with Carter.

Grunt......

The feeling of hunger struck again, and the stomach pouch seemed to be clenched by a dry hand, perhaps a hand like a wolf's claw, which had pinched the poor stomach into blood, and hunger and pain hit Al's will one after another.