By the time Saza reached the Silent Wasteland, it was already night. He didn't plan to enter the wasteland at this time, www.biquge.info night was the meal time for most of the creatures in the wasteland, and he believed that his meat was delicious enough, so it was definitely not a wise choice to enter the wasteland at this time.

Even those mercenary groups or expeditions that make money with their lives will honestly find a safer place to rest after dark.

But when he saw the boundless wasteland with his own eyes, he really felt how slim the chances of finding someone in it were, and how ridiculous his thoughts were. Therefore, he can't afford to waste a single second.

Before stepping into that daunting land, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. He knew it would be the only time he had closed his eyes in days.

Although the War School Instructor randomly scattered the students in the wasteland, one thing can be guessed, these people who participated in the trial will never be too far away, and they must be in relatively dangerous places. Because that's what spinosa gentian does.

And in the wasteland, when it comes to dangerous places, the first thing that comes to mind is: water.

Yes, it must be the water source, and the place where there is a water source is the easiest place to survive and the least easy to survive. It is the ideal examination room, where there will definitely be a fierce battle for life and death.

So all Saza had to do now was find a source of water in the middle of the wasteland, where he was most likely to encounter Monchi.

However, not to mention how difficult it is to find a road idiot to find a water source, just talking about going to the water source is extremely dangerous, and the closer you get to the water source, the more careful you must be.

But then again, wasn't the increase in his heartbeat as he walked deeper into the wasteland one of the purposes for which he was here?

I don't know how long he walked, but Saza was tired of the almost unchanged scenery in front of him, the moonlight, the wasteland, the dead trees, and nothing alive at all, but as long as he took it lightly, he would soon be able to encounter the demonic beast. Before that, he had avoided at least five or six demonic beasts, and they were actually.

This was indeed not the place he should have come, because only one of those demonic beasts he encountered was something he was sure to deal with, which made him tense his nerves even more.

But fortunately, the moment he looked down, he had already found what he had been looking for, a long mark on the dry soil. He gently pinched the dirt on the long mark, sniffed it lightly with his nose, and quickly shook the soil off his hand.

As the book says, it stinks and is pungent, and there is nothing wrong with that smell. Saza began to follow the trail, which had been left by the incense rat. Due to its disgusting smell, few starving ghosts are interested in it. So it can swagger and leave its trail behind, which really helps a road idiot like Saza.

Because only when there is enough water in the body of the spicy rat, too much water will be expelled from its tail, thus leaving such a trace. And where does an animal with plenty of water usually come from?

In other words, if you follow this trail in the opposite direction, it is very likely that you will find a water source.

After observing the traces of the dry soil being dragged, Saza quickly confirmed the direction and moved non-stop for a moment.

I hope the rat has drunk enough and won't dry up too soon. He prayed silently in his heart.

In fact, there is another advantage of following this trail - the route guided by this trail is basically safe. Otherwise, it would have broken a long time ago. With a keen sense of smell of the exotic rat. Hearing, it is not difficult to get out of a safe passage.

Sure enough, walking on this trace, it was really a lot quieter, at least on this road, he didn't have to worry about stepping on the internal organs that were not rotten.

Before I knew it, the night was getting deeper, and the idle wind seemed to think that the temperature had not dropped low enough, and kept blowing away the temperature emanating from Saza's body.

And Saza, who had been walking along the trails left by the spice rat for a long time, was also a little numb, "The worst adventure, the most exciting walk." He muttered to himself.

Suddenly, before his words could disappear into the air, he felt his body lose its center of gravity and the whole person fell downward.

It's actually a trap!

What's going on? It's clearly on that trail, why...... However, he was also relieved immediately, it should be that the size and weight of the alien rat are not enough to trigger this trap!

As fast as he could, Saza unleashed the Wind Blade at the net that trapped him. But the successive waves of wind blades only made a small hole in that net, and he was just about to continue to attack again, expanding the crack, when he suddenly felt a blur of consciousness and his hands were uncontrollable. He tilted his head and fainted.

Before he could lose consciousness completely, he saw through that opening four pairs of dark eyes, and that was the hunter who had grabbed him......

Another part of the wasteland

After nightfall, Monchi could feel more and more danger around him, they were all in motion, he couldn't tell if he had spotted him, but as long as danger approached him, he would definitely choose to move.

He fell heavily and leaned against a dirt bag, his fifth shift since nightfall. The place where the guru placed him is very lively, which may be a bad thing, but it can also be a good thing, the more lives around, the more resources there are in the vicinity.

Indeed, until now, he had found two bouquets of rebirth flowers, as well as some pockmarked fruits, which were fruits that grew in the ground, and were not difficult to find as long as they were careful. These resources are enough for him to get through the day.

So he was not polite now, unscrewed the lid of the water bag, and took a sip of sweet water. He needed to catch his breath, and although he had plenty of water and food for the time being, to be honest, he wasn't in a good state right now.

The fatigue and severe pain in his arm from several transfers made his breathing even more rapid.

He was accustomed to trembling in danger, but the terrible price he paid to wrest control of his body from the instinct of fear continued.

The wound on the right hand that was bitten by himself is now developing in a not very good direction due to not being treated well. Blood had seeped through the rags that had been used for temporary bandaging, and from time to time it would drip onto the dry soil.

"Kozmo, do you think we can find the Crypt of Silence this time?"

"Who knows?"

The sudden sound of conversation frightened Meng Qi behind the dirt bag, "Someone?!"

Someone was so close, he didn't even notice it just now! The disadvantage of the crisis trembling lies in this, he can only perceive the danger that exudes killing intent, in other words, if the other party can restrain his killing intent, or if he does not have murderous intent at all, then his crisis trembling will be useless. It's like the two people who are there right now.

Listening to them, these two people should be mercenaries or something, and the possibility of a threat cannot be ruled out.

"Turton, take a look at the dirt bag over there, and our mission will be completed. ”

'Not good!' Hearing this, Monchi hurried towards the reeds beside him, and without hesitation slipped in.

He looked nervously at the man who was standing on the small dirt bag, and he was looking towards him!

Sure enough, the man spotted the blood on the ground, he crouched down, touched the blood, and then looked again at the reeds where Monchi was.

And Monchi had a great problem on his side, and when he went into the reeds, he found that he was actually lying on top of a nest! At this time, a miniature young scorpion was crawling on his bleeding arm, and he could feel that there must be many of its brothers and sisters under his chest.

These young scorpions should not be a mortal threat to him, so they were not felt by Danger Trembling. The first scorpion had already crawled to his wound, and then the pain of the tear came as expected.

At the same time, the man over there also drew his sword and was walking towards this side step by step, which made Meng Qi unable to deal with the presumptuous guy in his hand, so he could only endure it motionlessly.

Aside from the fact that the thought of the scorpion eating his flesh made him a little sick, enduring the pain was a daily occurrence for him. At this time, he should really be grateful to the seniors in the war school! Without their usual "training", he might have screamed out of the grass by now.

The man seemed convinced of what was in the grass, and it was, as he stared cautiously at the grass and slowly approached.

At this time, Meng Qi noticed that there was more movement under his chest, and the rest of the young scorpions seemed to be unable to hold back and began to move. Soon on his chest, one by one, scorpions crawled up his chest, and they all seemed to feel the call of flesh.

'These disgusting things!' Monchi screamed inwardly, if it weren't for the sense of crisis that the man had already exuded that he couldn't contain, he would have used the weapon he slung around his waist to remove these disgusting multi-legged creatures from his body. But he couldn't now, he could only endure the strange touch on his body and the sharp pain in his arm.

"Turton!"

Another man shouted. However, the name of the man was not distracted, and he still approached the reeds little by little, perhaps for fear of disturbing what was inside, and he did not look back to answer his companion.

And at this moment, the anger in Meng Qi's heart has accumulated a lot, and the stupid man and those unscrupulous scorpions are really like half of the collusion, torturing him.

"Turton, you idiot, come here, there's something wrong with the camp, a brain-eating mongrel!" the man over there was clearly enraged by Turton's deafness, and what he shouted was actually what Monchi was thinking at the moment.

"It's coming!" Finally, the idiot was frightened by the anger of his companion, and after glancing at the reeds, he seemed to leave with some reluctance.

When his back disappeared, Monchi jumped up from the grass, and his left hand quickly put on the fist blade hanging from his waist, first knocking the scorpion that was densely packed around the wound in his right hand to the ground.

Then he stabbed them to death with his blade, and one of the larger young scorpions ran fast enough to escape from the reeds.

But Monchi was not ready to let it go, and with his right hand he removed the other blade from his waist and threw it at it, pinning it to the ground with precision.

He walked over, picked up the blade and hung it around his waist, and then put the dying young scorpion into his mouth.

Yes, he is now more determined in his heart, and no one can treat him as a buffet for anyone anymore.

At this time, there was a strong sense of crisis not far away, and it should be the camp where the two men had an accident. It was better to stay away from them, and with that thought, Monchi picked up all the corpses of the young scorpions on the ground and walked in the opposite direction.

It's just that he didn't notice that the wound he had just been bitten by the young scorpion had left a lot of blood on the ground......