The soft touch under your feet is due to the fallen leaves from the trees, the ground here is always damp, and the leaves do not dry up eventually, but only rot under the layers of leaves.

At other times there were almost countless flying insects, rats and ants, but now it was fine, maybe there was a natural enemy here, maybe it was a strong explosion in the vicinity before, all in all, all the bugs, animals, with their instincts, left the forest area early.

The tower-like tree man still stood silently in the forest, and compared to the surrounding trees, the motionless tree man with roots was like a towering tree mixed in with small saplings.

It was desperately searching for a body, putting all of its attention underground, the only way he could make a perfect retreat after the Treant had become humanized. Now he doesn't have much time to waste. He was so focused on finding that he didn't care about the other containment personnel he had brought with him, as well as his own children.

In an area a short distance away from the giant treants, several mages dressed like hunters huddled cautiously, jumping between the branches of the trees or walking slowly on the ground, the thick leaves not allowing their feet to sink.

They looked around, their feline eyes sparkling in the shadowy woods, and some of them twitched their noses, sniffing for scents that might have existed in the vicinity so that they could track them down.

These guys who wanted to grind foreign workers finally had to search hard under the strong orders of the superiors.

The women of the Sunchaser do not like to have long hair, although their long dark green hair is always sought after by the Thras, smooth, clean, and does not require special cleaning, but always has a faint scent like green grass.

Long hair is always bothered in one way or another in the dense forest, the only woman in the search team wears a hood, and her two companions search the area she is responsible for, because she is afraid of actually encountering Lynch, and in order to allow herself to escape quickly, she chooses to walk between the branches above the ground, so that even if Lynch suddenly appears, the trees will warn her in advance.

She held her breath and observed everything around her as best she could. She was so nervous that she even felt a strange tinnitus in her ears.

Then she suddenly stopped and lowered her head.

The trees strangely didn't tell her where the falcons' body was, and now she found one of its feathers on the trunk.

Strange, why a feather appears on the branch.

She subconsciously looked around, then leaned down and tried to pick up the gray feather the size of her palm, but the feather seemed to have dried up and stuck to the branch because of blood.

"Fries!" she gave up picking up the feather, which was no longer neat and beautiful, and called out to her companion in a low voice, "I see Ai's feather!"

The companion below did not respond.

"Fries!" she shouted again.

Still no response.

She looked down and saw nothing.

Then a faint smell of blood wafted from below, into her nostrils.

"Ender!" she called out to her other companion and looked in the other direction on the ground, "Ender!

In the quiet forest, she was the only one, and she couldn't even hear the chirping of insects, and the place was as quiet as a dead field.

Damn it!

The trees obscured her vision, and she had no way of knowing what was going on below, and her two companions had disappeared without a sound, not even having time to warn her on the Elder's communication channel.

That's right!

She remembered in a hurry that she should have informed the other mages about this now, and she withdrew her head again, the runes on her arms lit up like bracelets.

The breath of a stranger suddenly appeared in front of her.

She paused, looking at the guy who had suddenly appeared in front of her, stepping on the feather she had wanted to pick up.

Why isn't there the breath of the Hidden Arrow?

She looked up slowly, her brain nearly halting in extreme tension, only to remember the creature's impressive pair of pure black eyes, like those in the legends of the last age, which only those who have made an evil pact with a demon can have.

"Don't kill me...... Please......" She slowly fell to her knees, feeling a strange threat of death coming at her, and stammered as the incantation on her wrist lit up on its own.

In this way, the woman lost all her courage to fight back or run away.

"What's going on over there?" Trish?" she asked herself in Karl's concerned voice, "It's been a long time since I've reported to our side, what is Ender doing?"

Obviously she didn't have to answer, but Tracy still subconsciously opened her mouth and continued the words after her unconscious request: "Ender...... Ender: they—"

Before she could finish speaking, she just saw the guy stretch out his right hand towards her, a sharp short blade popping out of his cuff, and the thin blade shimmered with a cold cold light, reflecting her embarrassed, tear-stained face.

It's ugly for me to look like this.

"Alas," she faintly heard the fellow's sigh, "why do you guys get involved in this kind of struggle?"

There was no response, and the soul in front of Lynch's eyes had fallen into the cold abyss under the fatal blow of the Hidden Blade.

Ignoring the corpse in front of him, Lynch expanded his senses as much as he could, and then used the flicker to disappear before the group could find out where they were.

With the continuous covert cooperation of relying on daggers and hidden blades, Lynch has killed three mages in the vicinity in a row, and there is almost no resistance smoothly, and the experience points provided by these guys have also helped Lynch recover some physical strength to a certain extent, although the ability of lightning is still unusable, but the physical strength has recovered to the greatest extent.

......

"Trish, they're in trouble!" Carl stood on a branch with a panicked look on his face, and said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Her response was interrupted!"

The middle-aged man nodded, looking at the other young mage beside him, who was pressing one of his hands against the thick trunk of a tree.

"The other two aren't sure, but Tracy is dead. He withdrew his hand and said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man snorted, and in response: "Is he still weak?"

The young mage hesitated, but said, "He seems to have stabilized. ”

“...... We should have failed. The middle-aged man hesitated and said, "We alone can't stop him, and we don't have the means to help him." We shouldn't continue to spend it with him, Carl. ”

“...... Huh?" Karl was still thinking about his animal companions.

"Ask your father for help. ”