The old ghost was a little unwilling, he had always followed a distance of more than ten meters before, but this time he narrowed the distance a little closer, and he was noticed by Vienna. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This can be said to be bad luck, or it can be said to be a lack of strength.

If you want to hear something, then you have to close the distance, and if you close the distance, you will be noticed, and this is a dead knot.

Now that he has been discovered, the old ghost will naturally not continue to stay there as if he has not been discovered.

The figure shifted backwards and disappeared into the vague perception of Vienna.

Vienna remained vigilant, and although she was vaguely aware of the old ghost's departure, she was not sure if it was really leaving.

Maybe it's a return gun.

After a while, Vienna, who was sure that the stalker had left, did not say a word, and prepared to leave with Rebecca.

Although Rebecca wanted to ask what was going on just now, she looked at Vienna's face and consciously didn't speak.

It's just a secret slander, maybe which gang sent this to tempt?

It's very likely, but after thinking about it for a while, Rebecca didn't come up with any suspicious characters.

Maybe it's new.

Rebecca didn't know that her random guess was right in the middle of it, although the old ghost was not in the same group as this bunch of camps, but he came in after the confused swordsman's ass, and he could barely be said to be new.

The old ghost stalked along the paths formed by the various camps.

Although I was vigilant, I didn't pay much attention to it.

Although the density of the existence of legendary powerhouses in this land has exceeded his imagination, it is impossible to meet one at a random break.

Ordinary "passers-by", as long as they don't run into each other directly, there is no problem for him to slow down and bypass.

- Not everyone has the supernatural perception of that half-elf or the talent of that skinny goblin.

Aren't other ordinary legends like Temple or Yellow Fang unaware of it?

For the half-elf Vienna, the arrow just now almost let the old ghost know a little bit of the details.

That arrow at least used the "Rapid Fire" and "Power Shot" and the addition of "Tracking Shot" and other Legendary Archer class specialties, and as for the lack of an old ghost, it was because the Vienna Perception value was still not high enough.

Tracking shooting is linked to perception, but it's just a vague direction, if you can shoot the old ghost, the old ghost can only be recognized.

Pulling away, Temple and the Confused Swordsman teamed up to chase her, and in desperation, they could pull at least one back.

The old ghost made a rough inference of strength for Vienna.

This is a high evaluation, and it is based on a simulation of the old ghost's two hands-on skills from Vienna.

Of course, the premise is that Temple and Funks don't have any game-changing cards. The old ghost is a "unit of measurement" for the strength shown by these two people on the surface, and hole cards or anything are not counted.

At the exit of another camp, the old ghost looked at it for a moment and quietly moved on to the next location.

Inside this camp, the old ghost found a few hidden magic traps at a glance, and the old ghost was naturally not afraid of this thing, but he was afraid of alarming the caster who made it.

The caster is all a high-perception existence, and the old ghost doesn't want to test whether the other party's perception ability is outstanding.

He had the confidence that others would not be able to guess his exact location, like Vienna who shot an arrow, but he did not have the confidence that others could not sense him.

With a slight sense of peeping from the shadows, the mages didn't have to worry about not finding it, because they could fire the map cannon.

When it comes to his own safety, the Fa Ye generally does not care about the question of accidental injury or not.

Especially in such a place, there are all kinds of indiscriminate goods, don't expect the masters to spare their hands for any kind of companionship.

So when it was discovered that there might be a spellcaster, it didn't matter if those magic traps were made by apprentice mages or legendary mages, the old ghosts walked very simply.

............

Human, half-elf, goblin!

The old ghost walked down the path, looking at possible targets and thinking about the little information he had gotten.

On the surface, this force with bad intentions towards the Moon Elves basically came from these three parties.

Although the old ghost doesn't know what nerves the three of them have come here together, this may also have to involve whether the brains of those who are mixed in are watered.

If the Moon Elf still has any oil and water left, it has a history of nearly 10,000 years under the protection of the Southern Hammer Dwarves, and any oil and water should have been consumed or thrown out to save their lives.

Where will stay until now to arouse the greed of others!

And it's also those immortal beings in the astral plane!

Limited by the news channel, the old ghost doesn't know the reason, although he said something inadvertently from Huangya for the time being, but he also directly knew the mastermind behind the scenes.

Why do you do this? Why are the Moon Elves treated like this?

The longer you stay in this place where the "slave catchers" are gathered, the more dangerous the old ghost becomes, as the chances of him being discovered by others are higher.

It's even been found twice, but because of some coincidences, the old ghost is misunderstood as a spy sent by other forces or something, so he can still find a target here leisurely.

But this is by no means a long-term solution.

The old ghost knew very well how heavy the danger was to be borne.

If he is discovered, maybe all the powerhouses of the entire slave hunting alliance will surround and suppress him!

The old ghost remembered the conflict between the half-elves and the three-bone group he had seen before, and he didn't have any expectations.

This group of guys is secretly infighting, but there is absolutely no problem in dealing with his enemy together!

Thinking about things, walking around a corner, the old ghost was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it, see the undead!"

He cursed in his heart.

Before, he thought that only three races were involved, but when he saw this group of big black-skinned men around the corner, he knew that his idea was outrageously wrong!

"Ogre!"

The creature the old ghost saw around the corner was a group of ogres, who were now gathered in a camp, cooking in a pot.

If those haphazard wooden stakes were to block the outside, it would be a camp.

The tall black-skinned men were muttering their own ethnic language, and a cauldron had been erected in the clearing.

The firewood was thriving underneath, and the pot seemed to have been boiling for a long time, and the old ghost frowned, and he could smell the smell of meat from a distance around the corner.

The old ghost sniffed and made sure that his guess was not wrong.

Meaty aroma with a special flavor.

The old ghost knows what kind of meat is peculiar to this smell.

Because in the early years, he saw goblins boiled many times on the goblin grassland.

That's human flesh.