At this time, the weather was not too cold, and Romon and Farfeld and Nick went on the road together, Nick was carrying a large backpack, and the main luggage of the three of them was on Nick. Romon was dressed lightly and explored the way ahead with his short sword. Carrying a short bow and a quiver around his waist, Fafer was on guard against possible attacks from other directions.

"We went with the flow and went a little deeper. Romon searched ahead, observing the beast's tracks, and shouted back. Although the three of them have agreed on a simple set of sign language, they are still not used to using it.

After walking for a while, Romon suddenly made a gesture and motioned for his companions to stop.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked casually, then looked a little embarrassed when Romon glared back. They were originally determined to only gesture and not speak after encountering their prey. But after all, it's the first time to cooperate, and I forgot about it when I didn't pay attention.

Fafer took the bow from his back and held it in his hand, and looked at where Romon was staring, and then pointed, often not far away, where several elk were drinking.

"Good luck, it's only been a morning since I came out, and I met my prey!" thought Romon as he licked his index finger and held it up to observe the direction of the wind.

"We're downwind. He told the other two with the shape of his mouth. Then, pointing to Nick's bag, then to the ground, folding his hands and pressing down lightly, motioning for him to carefully put the bag down, and then making a forward gesture.

Romon and Nick stalked slowly close to the elk, stopping some distance away, albeit downwind, but not to be wary of the sighted beast, while the archers stopped halfway to ambush them. Romon pulled two nooses out of his arms and handed one to Nick.

The three of them were ready, it was still morning, and the sun was still in the east, and then Romon looked at Fafer not far to the east, drew the short sword at his waist and shook it vertically.

Seeing the reflection of the sword, the archer on the opposite side squinted his eyes, twisted an arrow, put it on the short bow, and with a "whoosh", launched an attack.

Almost at the same time, Romon and Nick also threw the noose out.

"Medium!" Fafer whispered, the archer's feathered arrows cutting through the layers of foliage, then grazing only the skin. Both Nick and Romon had a leash tied to an elk, but it was just two antlers of the same elk.

Romon and Nick tugged at the noose at the same time, trying to knock down their prey.

"Be careful!" Fafer suddenly yelled at the two of them in the distance, "The elk is rushing towards you!"

Nick didn't hear clearly, and was busy reeling in the ropes.

Romon jerked his head up and saw the elk's blood-red eyes, which didn't look like those of herbivores at all. "Damn, Nick, they're mutated!" he yelled

This forest is very complex, with a special energy, sometimes, erosion, some creatures, it is easy to go crazy, although the constitution has not changed, but it is extremely aggressive.

Nick threw the rope at his feet, drew his sword, and was struck in the chest by the lunging elk.

"Ahem...... It hurts!" Nick couldn't hold his sword, fell to the ground, and hurriedly shouted, "Romon help me!"

Seeing an opportunity on Nick's side, Romon rushed forward quickly, stretched out his short sword and stabbed it, making a small opening in the elk's stomach and stabbing it with a sword.

The elk was pierced through the belly, and its strength suddenly weakened. Nick suddenly felt the force of the impact on his chest greatly decreased, and then his blood rushed upward, he pressed his feet to the ground, grabbed the antlers with both hands, and dragged the prey to death.

"Kill!" Romon exhaled and exhaled heavily, his heels did not touch the ground, he grabbed the ground with the soles of his forefeet, and the power was launched from under his feet, accumulating along his waist and back, and bursting out on the sword.

The mutated elk was greatly pained, howled, struggled, red eyes looked extremely terrifying, and the strength of the stabbing became greater and stronger at once, and Nick only felt that the hands that grabbed the antlers were numb, and he could hardly exert his strength.

Romon and Nick work together to deal with the mutant elk, but at the same time, another mutant elk is about to charge. "Be careful!" Fafer fired another arrow at the other elk, hurriedly warning the two.

Nick hears Farfel's warning, but he struggles with the dying elk, and he can't think of a way to resist it.

Romon abandoned the dagger and let it stay in the belly of the first elk, and quickly rolled on the spot to avoid the second elk's collision, "Nick, use it as a shield!" and then picked up the long sword that Nick had dropped on the ground.

Although Nick understood it at once, his face was already pale, and he couldn't exert much strength at all, so he could barely block it with the body of the dying elk, but he was still about to be knocked to the ground by the force coming from his hand.

But Fafer's feathered arrow slashed the elk's hind legs, and the rushing elk fell to the ground.

Sticky with dirt, Romon got up with Nick's long sword, looked at the target, his eyes were calm, he turned his hand over, the blade of the sword drew a semicircle, and the large blood vessels on the neck of the second elk were cut at once, and the blood flowed from the "gurgling".

The overall situation has been decided, Nick breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt much more comfortable, and when he saw his old friend have such an expression, his heart suddenly shook a little - he felt that this was the perseverance that only a qualified warrior who had experienced life and death could have.

"Thank you...... Ahem!" Nick had just fought with the mutated elk until he was injured internally, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of water, and his face was frighteningly white, even though his face was already very white.

"Can you rest for a while?" Nick said, clutching his stomach, and then suddenly coughed violently: "Ahem...... Ahem...... I'm ......" he sat down again.

"It's okay, you can rest first. Romon checked, found no external injuries, and saw that Farfer was also coming, sighed, and then explained to Farfer: "Nick was hit in the chest by the antlers, and now it's very uncomfortable, I'll go and get the backpack back first." ”

"Then I'll take care of him. Fafer crouched down to examine Nick's injuries, Nick had a small hole in his leather armor, apparently pierced by the antlers, but a piece of iron had been dented inside.

"Haha, it's nothing...... Fafer said to Nick with a smile, "not a single cut." ”

Fafer comforted Nick for a moment, but Nick could only smile, sweating from his face.

At this time, Romon also came back with a large bag, looked at the dent of the iron piece hanging on Nick's chest, and also said a few words of relief.

"Nick seems to have a little internal injury, otherwise, let's go back to camp quickly with Nick!" Romon still felt a little bit and suddenly whispered to Fafer.

"What about the supplies we have in our package and the carcasses of the two elks. Fafer bit his lip. "You can't throw it all away. ”

"The contents of the package are not expensive anyway. We can first remove the valuable parts of the elk's body and put them away. Romon said, "As for the meat, you can eat some of the good ones at noon, and throw away the rest." ”

Farfer lowered his head and pondered, very reluctant, but looked at Nick's pale face and said, "Okay!"

Of the three of them, it was Nick who was very responsible for carrying heavy loads, but now Nick is injured.

"Well, I'm going to get a preliminary disposition of the carcasses of the two deer. Romon said and started to move, anyway, he had to collect the leather first, then dispose of the entrails, and then eat some.

At noon, the sun is high in the sky and the temperature is getting hotter.

Fafer watched the situation around him, while Romon tended to a grill and a pot of broth.

On the grill is the majority of an elk's body. The rest of the edible offal, as well as some of the meat, were boiled in a pot.

The other elk, although also disposed of, was intended to be kept for the first time.

Summoned by the smell of food, Nick also woke up, but apparently to the surprise of the two, he did not need to be treated by others at all as the two had guessed, but after a good night's sleep, he suddenly recovered on his own.

Romon and Fafer are not professionals after all. Although the two were happy that their friend had recovered his health, after all, they delayed for a while, and the night had to be spent in the wild.

Although the three of them had prepared supplies to spend the night in the wild, if it weren't for Nick's injury, they would have already succeeded in two prey, and the three of them had a very limited amount of carry, so it was really not interesting to stay in the wild again - now it was naturally necessary.

After dusk, the night gets darker.

Because of Nick's relationship, the three had to spend the night in the wild.

So Romon went into the woods, picked up some dead branches, and although it was autumn, he didn't really need a campfire to keep warm, but he needed a wildfire to guard against wild beasts, and he collected some wild mushrooms on the spot.

When they came back, the fragrant barbecue was finished, and the broth was boiled in a small pot, and the mushrooms were added, and the three of them ate it in a short time.

Romon and Fafer were tired during the day and ate heavily, but they didn't notice that Nick hadn't eaten much, and looked a little reluctant.

After eating, in the woodland, someone had to keep vigil, so the three of them divided the work of the vigil in the night, with Romon in charge of the first part, Nick in charge of the most troublesome middle stage, and Fafer in charge of the daybreak.

The two went to sleep, and there was silence in the woods.

Romon sat silently by the campfire, holding his beardless chin with his right hand, tilting his head to look at the campfire, seeing that there was not much firewood, and his left hand was bored fiddling with firewood to add fuel to the campfire.

The burning flames "crackled" and crackled, and Romon sat silently, listening to the other sounds around him, after all, human eyesight in the dark night is too poor to compare to wild animals, and it is purely self-inflicted in the night activities.

After all, Romon used to go to bed late, and he didn't go to bed until half past eleven at night at the earliest. Therefore, he unceremoniously burdened this time period. Anyway, he couldn't sleep for a while after eating the barbecue and mushroom soup, and there was nothing else to do.

Idle and bored, carefully observing the space, in the space, the seeds have already sprouted, growing hard, and it looks very lush, should we get some fertilizer?

But I didn't use fertilizer before, and it grew very lush!

With the sound of burning fires and the chirping of insects in the woodland, time flew quietly as if fine sand had slipped away in your hands, and I didn't know how long it had passed, but nothing unusual happened.

Luo Meng calculated the consumption of firewood and muttered to himself: "Well, it's almost time." ”

Then he stood up like this, walked a few steps to the tent, and whispered to Nick, "Nick...... Wake up, it's your turn. ”

Nick let out a sigh of sleepiness, put on his coat, and walked out.

The two changed shifts, and it was Nick's turn to keep vigil, and Romon fell asleep in the tent.