Sersi took out the axe he had just put back in the saddle, Mike spun and dismounted, and the two of them walked to the stump and crouched down, taking a closer look at the strange footprints in Alan's mouth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Man, you must have had insomnia last night, which caused your nerves to be tense and your eyes glazed. Mike stood up and said, "These are the footprints of the most ordinary wolves, nothing special. ”

"How do you know I had insomnia last night?" Alan said with a frown.

"Because you're constantly turning over, and besides, the bloodshot in your eyes has confirmed everything. Mike shrugged.

"I don't see anything special," Sersi stood up from the ground with his axe, "Could it be that your eyes are glazed as Mike said?" he frowned and thought for a moment, adding before Alan could speak, "It's a little different from you, man!"

"It seems that neither of you is good at observing subtle things, although the weirdness I say is not subtle. Alan took a few steps back, then spread his hands, "Take a good look around and see how many wolf footprints there are." ”

The two of them immediately expanded their field of view and looked around. As far as the eye can see, the moss-covered woodland is almost covered with wolf footprints, and the intertwined depressions completely cover the surrounding woodland. This is not something for one or a few wolves to stay.

"Are there wolves around here?" said Sersi, standing on a tree stump.

"There can't be such a large pack of wolves!" Mike asserted, "although wolves are social animals, because of foraging, they do not congregate too much, but divide into many tribes, and like humans, even in the Angolan steppe, there can be such a large number of wolves!"

"It seems that you two are really not good at observing small things. Alan shook his head helplessly, "Take a good look, these footprints are not ordinary at all. ”

"They're bigger than normal wolf footprints and trample deeper, right?" said Sercy.

"What does this mean?" Alan raised an eyebrow and tossed the question back.

"Do you need to ask?" said Sersi, jumping down from the stump, "and it can be judged that the owners of these footprints are larger and stronger than ordinary wolves, otherwise they would not have trampled on a hard wetland like this." ”

"No, man, that's not the problem, I'm afraid. Mike frowned, "These footprints are not wolves at all, wolf footprints should be plum blossom shaped." He stretched out his index finger and tapped the ground, "All the footprints here only have three claws, I think we're in trouble....."

"What? we're going to face hordes of monsters?" said Sersi with an axe.

"Put away your crow's mouth!" Alan cried out in displeasure, "Now that we have a heavy responsibility, you better pray that trouble doesn't come to you, or the League forces that have been detained in Assyria will all have to be finished!"

"Don't get so excited, I'm just saying it casually. Sersi rolled her eyes.

"Alright, guys!" Mike spun on his horse and looked at the valley ahead, "this is the end of the expedition, no matter where these footprints come from, we must be on our way now!

"I don't have any abandonment to spending the night in the forest, I just want to have the same delicious beef as last night. Sersi turned on his horse, folded his hands, and made a prayer gesture that only a poor man would do.

When the reins shake, the wind whistles in the ears. The three of them followed the route they had decided to the right, and the previous stream extended into a waterfall, flowing down the cliff, but fortunately, the slope was not steep, but the dense old trees and bushes were still a huge problem for them to move forward, which forced them to slow down and constantly avoid the obstacles that blocked their progress.

The farther down the valley grew, the trees grew more luxuriantly, the branches not very tall, delicate and delicate, but twisted and coiled around the stout giant trees and trunks.

Near the valley floor, thorns and ferns replaced the bushes, and the waterfall merged into a stream at the valley floor that stretched south as the trio continued along the rock-filled stream.

At dusk, Sersi took out his map for the last time, and after making sure that they were still half a day away from their destination, Alan suggested that they rest on the spot, because he was worried that the owners of the strange footprints might catch up with them from behind at some point, and then pounce on them wantonly, but it might be better if there was a campfire and a full stomach.

Selsey and Mike agreed. Alan and Sersi then went out hunting for dinner, but within a quarter of an hour they had brought back a few red-faced quails and a young deer, and Mike had already lit the campfire and boiled some hot water out of the old bark.

The three of them had dinner amid the cries of night birds and the mooing of wild beasts, and reconfirmed the order of the sentry posts, and Alan and Sersi used the fern as a tent and burrowed into the tent when it was completely dark, while Mike sat by the campfire, wiping the delicate bear-headed saber repeatedly with the old cloth he had brought with him.

Half an hour later, Sersi let out a slight snore from between the wings of his nose.

Alan listened to the murmur of the water hitting the stones, and Shelley's appearance appeared in his mind again, but this time he didn't think about it for too long, perhaps it was the sleeplessness of last night that made it difficult for him to think about it again. The murmur in his ears became wild in the distance, as if he had fallen into some bottomless abyss, the sound of a waterfall, he told himself, and then before he knew it, he fell asleep.

"Quick!get up!!Guys-"

The sleeping duo were awakened by Mike's hoarse shouts. Alan had already drawn his black steel sword when he got up, and it was difficult to see with his fierce eyes that he had just woken up from his sleep, and what caught his eye was Mike's back, only to see him retreat to the edge of the fern grass in a panic, his trembling hands and wriggling Adam's apple, as if he had just witnessed a frightening feast.

"What's going on?!" Alan exclaimed as he looked around quickly.

"White fur, that thing took our horse!" Mike said incoherently.

"Where is it?" Sersi asked in a low voice, looking at the dark forest around him, "Do you see clearly?"

"I heard the horse's whimper, and when I turned around, the thing had fled, and all I could see was white fur and a long tail. Mike stared at the trunk of the tethered horse not far away, and the scattered salute, his eyes full of horror.

"! that thing took my horse!!" Sersi snarled angrily.

"Shut up!" Alan snapped, then lowered his voice, "It's not too bad, at least we're still alive, and the other two—"

Before the words fell, a white shadow suddenly burst out of the darkness, the target was the other two horses, the lightning speed made it almost become a blurred afterimage, such a violent movement did not make a sound, the three of them only heard a brief neighing of one of the horses, and then disappeared into the darkness at a speed that could not be captured by vision.

Tranquility returned to the camp.

For a long time, the three of them stayed in place, not daring to make a sound, and even gasping loudly turned into extravagant hope.