Not far away, Ron's figure slowly became clearer, and he got closer and closer.

He walked up to Thomas, covered with dead leaves, and patted him casually, and pulled out a gray hare from the cover of his clothes.

He picked up the live hare, handed it to Nalan Xingtian, and said, "According to your requirements, the hare, alive, what else do you need?"

"No, I'll take care of the rest. Nalan Xingtian lifted the hare and put it in his arms to cover it.

"Nalan Xingtian, I can help you. Sanger stood up and said.

"No, it's easier for me to do these things alone, and you're here. Nalan Xingtian gave Sanger a reassuring smile.

Nalan Xingtian carried the hare in his arms, looked around, he faced the entrance of the gold mine, there was no way out of the high mountains in front and behind, and on the left was the place where the guards of the army were stationed, and there was basically no hope of escape. On the right, there is a flat area in the middle, except that there are a few watchtowers with patrolling soldiers and gongs sounding for the police.

Below the watchtower is a meadow, about half a man high, but the watchtower occupies the commanding height, and there are many of them, and the sights are intertwined, and there seems to be no hidden corner.

Nalan Xingtian slowly approached the meadow, and he walked to the edge and slowly leaned down.

Nalan Xingtian called for the apocalypse in his heart.

"Drop... Drip... , the apocalypse is on standby. ”

"To scan the watchtowers in front of you, you need to know the number and number of towers and the distribution of them. Nalan Xingtian thought for a moment and issued an order.

"Drop... Drip... , Apocalypse Scanning, Scanning, Observation mode. ”

Nalan Xingtian felt that his pupils were covered with a layer of pale blue color, and the vision in front of him seemed to be open and clear, and the whole line of sight was like a magnified telescope.

He saw the watchtowers in front of him, there were four in all, and there were two sentries on each watchtower, and the farther ahead was not a straight flat, but there was a mountain wall, and the mountain wall had a corner, and he wondered if there were more watchtowers at the corner.

"Drop... Drip... , the scan is completed, the sentry visual direction is analyzed, and the analysis is completed. ”

As the mechanical voice of the weather settled, Nalan Xingtian's vision changed, and the soldiers on the sentry tower looked like they were nearby, and they could see it very clearly.

Those soldiers were in a different way in Nalan Xingtian's perspective, and a pale purple fan appeared in front of them, changing direction as the soldiers moved and looked up and down.

"Apocalypse, does that fan represent the sentinel's line of sight?" asked Nalan Xingtian tentatively in his heart.

"Corrected to the sentry tower sentry's line of sight, the maximum scanning distance of the Apocalypse is 50 meters, the error chance is 0.001%, and the accuracy rate is 99.999%. ”

Hearing this answer from the Apocalypse, Nalan Xingtian put down the new, 0.001% error, almost nothing, and did not affect the overall situation.

This mode, as if I once played a game called the Allied Death Squads, all NNPCs will have a field of view reality.

With this, it was much easier to do, Nalan Xingtian pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and began to crawl slowly tentatively.

Thomas watched Nalan Xingtian slowly crawl into the grass here, and he didn't see any movement for a long time, and he was a little anxious about the music in his heart.

He saw where Nalan Xingtian had been hanging for a long time, and then slowly began to crawl.

When Ron saw this, he said, "Boss, does he think that the soldiers who are hiding in the grass and crawling over the top of the watchtower will not be able to see it?

"Don't panic, if he really wants to die, he can't blame others, we didn't pay any extra price, just a hare. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we should give it a try. Thomas didn't think so, but he saw Nalan Xingtian's slow movements, and there was a trace of disappointment in his heart.

Sure enough, another bombastic fool.

He snorted coldly, imagining that Nalan Xingtian was shot into a hedgehog by an arrow for a while, he tilted his head and looked at Sange, this guy ate half a bowl of paste from him, and if that kid died, let him vomit it twice.

Sanger felt Thomas's ill-intentioned gaze, and his heart was slightly cold, and he looked far away and saw Nalan Xingtian slowly crawling there, and his heart was full of worry.

Nalan Xingtian crawled cautiously, slowing himself down as he looked up at the sentry on the tower.

The sentinel's patrol has a certain pattern, and the line of sight is always scanning the same places when they walk back and forth, and their patrol day after day has already formed a mechanical memory.

Nalan Xingtian crawled forward, and when the sentry's eyes turned away from him, he got up slightly, and trotted briskly for a while.

As the sentry's gaze shifted from a new glance, he leaned down again, hiding in the corner of his vision.

Relying on the sentinel perspective planned by the Apocalypse, Nalan Xingtian stopped walking and had already crossed the three sentry towers.

Ron watched as Nalan Xingtian walked farther and farther away, and his body lurking in the grass became even more blurred, hiding there and the grass completely became one, and if they didn't know in advance, they could almost be completely distinguished.

"He's gone, boss. Ron wondered.

"It seems that it has really passed, and I can't see clearly in the grass, but at least I don't hear the sound of the bow and the arrow string. Thomas was a little surprised, he thought it was a big boy who was going to die, but he didn't expect this boy to have unusual abilities.

He looked at Sanger next to him and asked, "Your partner, you went to prison together, and what did he do before?"

"Mr. Thomas, I used to be a tailor, and he was not strictly my companion, and I met him on the way after I was arrested. Sanger replied cautiously.

"Ron, what do you think he used to do?" asked Thomas, turning his head to Ron.

"Looking at his movements and concealment methods, as well as his keen observation, I think this young man named Nalan Xingtian should be my peer, he is good at lurking, knows how to avoid the sight of the watchtower, he should be a habitual thief, I am more and more optimistic about him. Ron replied after a moment's thought.

"Yes, that makes sense. Thomas pondered for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that Ron's words were completely correct, and then he asked, "How is he compared to you?" ”

"If he is skilled in stealing, he is certainly not as good as mine. Ron looked far away, watching Nalan Xingtian Action, avoiding the sight of countless sentinels between walking and stopping, and he said, "But when it comes to lurking and wandering, I am definitely far inferior to him. ”

"Why?" asked Thomas.

"It's daytime, and my vision is wide, and I can't avoid the sentry's sight in a clear day, like he did, and even at night, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time, and the sentry's vision is not so wide at night, and my vision is also blocked. Ron explained in thought.

"That's right, I see, this kid has a sensitivity that is difficult for ordinary people to theorize. Thomas looked in the direction of Nalan Xingtian, his gaze far-reaching.