Chapter 12: Assault
The night wind struggled through the trees, leaving a faint sound. The silver moon hangs high in the pen, the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info although it is incomplete, it still selflessly spreads brilliance. Unfortunately, the dense branches of the trees obscured the soft light, and it was still dark under the canopy.
Standing on the branches of a dozen meters high, Murdo hides in the dark, but has no intention of looking at the beautiful scenery above the sea of trees. Accustomed to silence, he is a very serious person, since he was a young man who asked for food. It was still a long time until midnight, but he didn't have the slightest irritability. His wind-infused brown eyes scrutinized his surroundings, from the ground to the surrounding bitterroot trees, over and over again, and his white ears collected every slight sound in the pale green energy.
After glancing around for an unknown number of times, he looked up at the top of his head. Between the branches, wrapped in canvas bags and hung with mosquito repellent grass, the black-haired boy who was sleeping deeply was quietly dreaming. Murdo shook his head slightly, and many images of the past flooded his mind. But he cheered up and took the memories and emotions out of his mind.
Under the occasional night breeze, the occasional rustling sound didn't attract much of his attention. In the field of vision, there is nothing unusual about the pale green picture. It was a quiet night, but unfortunately in the midst of the bitter swamp, Murdo couldn't help but think. It's only in a place like Kunuma that is full of greenery that the night is so cool. After a while, in the middle of summer, Xilin will be plunged into wave after wave of heat. They took great risks to cross the bitter swamp and were protected from the scorching heat.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Murdo turned his gaze again.
The woods still hung silently like a huge green curtain. But the wind in my ears seemed to be a little quicker. The touch on his skin didn't change, which made Murdo a little strange. He adjusted his posture and, according to the phases of the moon, cast his gaze to the east, which was the direction of the monsoon. The wind element contained in his body flowed gently, and every hair of his hair tensed.
Not the wind!
Murdo listened intently, and the rustling sound continued to be heard. After careful discernment of the tense nerves, he cast his gaze to the west. The silhouette of the tree is still unclear, but on the trunk not far away, there seem to be tiny black dots wriggling, blurring the outline of the trunk. Murdau's face changed, and he gently shook the branch under his feet.
In a matter of seconds, a figure scurried down from the top of the tree. He half-knelt on another branch beside Murdo and looked at the bitterroot tree to the west, a pale blue light passing through his dark brown eyes, barely imperceptible in the dimness. In a moment, the indifferent eyes froze.
Murdo gently nudged the stiff Acriel, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart. But before the black-faced youth could turn his head and give him a cold, indifferent look, he punched the trunk. About two people hugged the thick and thin giant tree under this blow, and the sound of the wind suddenly became messy. The people who fell asleep in the trees were undoubtedly awakened.
The black-haired boy subconsciously curled up, only to fall from between the branches. Fortunately, Murdo's eyes were quick, and he grabbed his sturdy cotton coat and dragged him to his side. This episode made Murdo laugh and cry. He turned his head to look at the black-faced youth, but only got a back.
"It's a black blood ant, it's in big trouble. Facing north, Akril changed direction and said, "Pray that we don't get surrounded." Murdau, listen again. ”
"Black blood ants are..." As soon as Aaron muttered, Murdo held his mouth down.
The silent, white-faced man focused on his ears, but all he heard was a rustling sound. Even though they had reached their limits, it was impossible to tell if there was such a subtle sound in other directions. "I can't hear it. The deep male voice was a little helpless.
"I don't see it either. Before Akril could finish speaking, Torrev landed firmly beside him.
"Neither of you can perceive it, what else is there to hesitate about, hurry up and go east. Torrev was as calm as ever, but his tone was colder than usual.
Murdo grabbed Aaron's coat at once, jumped down, and tightened his arms around the boy's waist in the air, landing on a pile of fallen leaves with a slight thud. The boy stood on the ground in a daze, black shadows flashing in front of him. With the soft sound of the fallen leaves of the bitter root tree, twelve people were already surrounding him.
"After Murdo and Me, Xiao Ah and Uber are headed. Hada, you take Arun with you. To the east, don't be too fast, although the black blood ants are powerful, the speed is by no means our opponent, and by dawn, we will be safe. "Torev's command was concise and forceful.
Fehada picked up Aaron and threw it on his shoulder, then freed his left hand and grabbed a few packages. The black ground filled Aaron's black eyes, and he raised his head a little dazedly, and in his shaky vision, he only saw the trunk of the bitter root tree dancing like a demon. Torrev's not-so-burly but distinctive figure was a dozen meters away from them, and his face was so dark that he couldn't see his expression clearly.
It was said that the speed was not fast, but with Aaron's physical strength, he could keep up with them for two or three hours at most, and he would fall to the side of the road after squeezing every drop of sweat, unable to get up.
As soon as they set out, the uncles tacitly leaned close to the shallow marsh. The reduction of the trees made the surroundings light up a lot, and Aaron looked carefully at the trees and muddy water behind him in the shaking, and could not see anything unusual at all. Even so, Aaron could feel the tension in the team.
From time to time, Torrev and Murdo paused to look back before speeding up to catch up with the group. It stands to reason that if they are out of the danger zone, they will no longer have to look out as often. However, Aaron noticed that they seemed to look back more and more, and the intervals between them were getting shorter. Obviously, in the jungle behind him, that dangerous thing was not far away.
But Aaron couldn't see the sweat welling up on Torreve's forehead, or he would have known that the seemingly peaceful woods had in fact become a beast to devour people.
A thin layer of fine sweat clung to Torrev's slightly frowning brow, and the slightly moist eyebrows were uncomfortable, but he couldn't manage that much anymore. The black blood ants behind them move fast, almost catching up with their speed, which is different from their common sense and past memories.
A petite black blood ant is no threat, but this bloodthirsty carnivorous insect has always been a swarm. They were all blind, but their dark red eyes could feel the temperature of flesh in the night. The animal's spiky front paws are sharp and deadly, and communicate with venom glands. In addition to being used to burrow from the sun, it can paralyze the muscles of the prey unconsciously, which is very terrifying.
But black blood ants have weaknesses. In addition to their fear of the sun, their petite size limits their speed, so the chase for large prey often turns into a gladiatorial battle of endurance on both sides. Torrev and his brothers had encountered swarms of black-blooded ants a few years earlier, when their entire squadron ran back to camp, and the ferocious ants finally gave up the attack under the protection of the elementals.
However, tonight's ants are definitely not slow. After many observations, the conclusion has always been that it has not been able to get rid of the ant colony. Torrev instinctively felt that something was wrong. However, before he could come to a conclusion, the figure in front of him suddenly stopped. Torrev stopped in astonishment, groaning that Akril was already running desperately.
Behind him, followed by others who had turned around.
"There's no way, only ants. The black-faced youth's voice was deep and unforgiving.
At this moment, there was a faint rustling sound in the ears, and the hunter anxiously urged the prey to give up resistance. Torrev looked at the deep woods, and for a moment his gaze fixed on the silvery water reflecting the moonlight.
"Let's go, to the south, you can't die under the mouth of an ant. "Torev's instructions have slowed down.
The ants didn't go into the water, but except for Aaron, everyone's faces were a little bad. The jungles of the north may be full of poisonous ants that are deadly and cannot be killed, but the swamps of the south will never have any delicious loaches and carp.
Without saying a word, Torrev walked over to the beautiful water, a faint green glow floating around him. Uber followed closely and said, "Brothers, come on, there must be a first time in life." ”
The crowd silently followed behind them. Aaron was handed over to Acriel, and he, the martial arts teacher, didn't care about his feelings, and directly held him around his waist and ignored him. Fortunately, at this time, the people in the team were only walking slowly, and they were not shaking uncomfortably. Aaron struggled to turn his head and look behind him. I saw that the waterfront, which was originally silt, was already pitch black, and under the faint moonlight, there were dense red points of light shining.
Carefully using the power of the water elemental, Akril pushed the shriveled leeches away from his legs and feet. Noticing Aaron's awkward movements, he whispered, "Young man, don't look at it, the black blood ants gathered together are just a black mass, and you can't see anything." As for the red points of light, they should be their eyes. These black blood ants are really excited, and under normal times, their dark red eyes will never light up. It's a little strange today, I hope the moon god will bless you. ”
Between the words, he drew a half-moon mark on his heart.
Akriel's tone was not very optimistic, and Aaron was speechless. He didn't know how difficult the so-called black blood ants were to deal with, but he felt that the situation in front of him was a little incredible. Looking at the splash of water from Akril's legs, the boy fell silent.
Little by little, Torrev's hunch seemed to be coming true. The waters they live in are infested with dormant or active blood-sucking leeches, small creatures that can pass through the protection of the not very strong wind elemental, directly threatening their legs. Therefore, they had to control the wind element in their bodies and carry out one impact after another. It's not very physically demanding, but it's very tiresome.
After walking for a while, I finally came to a large area of muddy ground, and a few more shrill screams came from the night sky. It was clear that the Raider was on top of them. The slow progress in the water just now exposed their bodies thoroughly, just in time to attract this large snake-loving bird of prey. In the moonlight, a vague black shadow hovered in the air.
Torrev raised his hand a little tiredly, a gesture that represented vigilance.
Akril easily carried Aaron to his shoulder, his free left hand clenched tightly, and the blood vessels and muscles in his arm were clearly revealed, obviously containing great strength. Subconsciously, Aaron grabbed the dagger at his waist.
The predator, however, seemed to know the art of combat, but kept circling, occasionally making a not-so-low dive, and refusing to launch a final attack. Aaron's hand holding the knife was a little numb, but the flat-haired beast was still bluffing. Just as the boy was relaxing his tense muscles, he heard the sound of wind above his head.
I thought that the predator would rush up desperately, but he shook a shot a few meters away from everyone and rushed into the sky again. Torrev said, "Come on, let's move on, there's nothing to be afraid of." ”
It is not advisable to wait in place, as the lukewarm body temperature will attract icy predators, and while they are not enough to do any real harm, they can be tricky to deal with. In desperation, the crowd waded into the water again and fought against many leeches. A bitter root tree not far away now seems to have become the savior of everyone.
Torrev took the lead, and the group moved forward in silence. Aaron looked back at the water's edge, where there was still a black line. The Raider Eagle was still relentlessly waiting for its opportunity, turning into a shadow that loomed over the team's heads. In the muddy water under their feet, the blood-sucking leeches never relaxed for a moment. It's a night like this, and everyone is very tired.
Akril suddenly felt something, and there seemed to be something in the muddy waters, wriggling in a different way than leeches. He looked at the lone bitterroot tree and frowned. Could it be that... ?
However, there was no longer any need to guess, and some flying insects appeared under the bitter root tree about thirty meters away. These fresh insects that had just been born from the water instinctively pounced on everyone.
It's the damn bitter swamp mosquito!" Akril cursed unlucky, and hurriedly retreated, and most of the others reacted like this. At this time, it doesn't matter if the body will be exposed, in the water, for a bunch of warriors, the bitter swamp poisonous mosquito is really difficult to deal with.
The warriors retreating to the muddy ground had no choice but to squander the power of the elements in order to kill the poisonous mosquitoes in the air. For a moment, Aaron's eyes were full of brilliant light. Acriel was surrounded by many poisonous mosquitoes, and he had to let go of Aaron and use his overflowing strength to prevent his skin from getting venom. At the same time, you have to protect the black-haired teenager who doesn't know how to swing a knife into the air.
In the chaos, not too many poisonous mosquitoes were gradually killed, and Acriel breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and wanted to "protect" Aaron again. Suddenly, he heard an extremely piercing scream in his ears, and a cyan lightning bolt swept past him. Behind it, it leaves behind a strong air elemental atmosphere.
It's a high-level Warcraft!
Akril unleashed a hasty attack, and the inferior dagger in his hand sank into the right leg of the Raider, but it was no more. The cunning hunter clung to the prey it had been waiting for for a long time and flew high into the air.
The shadows of the black-haired boy and the eagle are half reflected on the waning moon, strange and mysterious.