The red sun is in the sky, and the sunlight shines through the trees, leaving mottled marks on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of thirteen people walked out of the tribe and plunged headlong into the lush jungle. In addition to Wren, there are four Terrans, including McTusen, and the rest are half-elves.

Of course, there are elves in the tribe, but most of them act as liaison officers with the elven city, or gather fruits and vegetables, and rarely participate in hunting.

In any case, these people are not weak, and they act like the wind. Perhaps they also have a sense of temptation, except for a moment when they look at the traps left behind, they will walk like flying the rest of the time.

After about an hour, a sturdy Terran picked up a dead deer from a trap, expertly skinned and fleshed it, and prepared breakfast. Others turned their heads to Wren, and even some of the people who wanted to see his jokes recognized his presence at the moment. After all, being able to easily follow them for so long, and with the same complexion, is enough to prove Wren's strength. Rao was like this, and they didn't really accept Wren, at least when discussing the next move, they didn't ask Wren what he meant.

Ten minutes later, the well-fed crowd was back on the road, aiming for the depths of the jungle a hundred miles away. According to the half-elf who played the role of the team's scout, there was a third-order Warcraft Lord there. Among them, there are three second-order primary elemental warriors, and the rest are all first-order, although it is a bit troublesome to deal with this third-order demonic beast lord, it is not difficult to plan well.

"Your Excellency, although I don't know what your strength is, the road ahead will not be as peaceful as before, so please be careful not to disobey orders or act on your own. Before leaving, McTusen said politely to Wren.

Wren bowed his head: "I'm just going to take a look, and I won't cause trouble for you." ”

His words made some of the people of the hunting party nod in satisfaction, and also made some, especially a few young fellows, sneer at him with disdain. In their opinion, Wren agreed so simply, he must be afraid of his lack of strength. Although they had tested it before, in that case, even if Wren's strength was not as strong as that of a beginner-level elemental warrior, he could barely keep up.

McTusen saw the reaction of the crowd and frowned imperceptibly, but did not speak. Wren is just an outsider after all, and he can't and won't blame his own people for Wren.

Then, the speed of the group slowed down, and each time it was only after the three scouts had found their way ahead that they continued on their way. Through his keen perception, Wren discovered the aura of many powerful demonic beasts, and kept a certain safe distance from them.

A middle-aged half-elf named Marat has a good heart, and he teaches Wren a lot of useful knowledge while he is on the road.

"Each Beast Lord has its own territory, and there will be a small buffer zone between each other's territories, so we should try to find this buffer zone to walk. ”

"The location of the buffer zone is not absolute, it will change with the strength of the two adjacent Monster Lords, so in the jungle, there is no 100% safe road. ”

"What we are going to hunt this time is a third-order Warcraft Lord Unicorn Snake, the reason why we chose it as a target is because its territory is close to the cliff, and on the other hand, because the Warcraft Lord in its surrounding territory has just walked away these days, so that when we succeed in hunting, we don't have to worry about other Warcraft suddenly coming out. ”

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"Thank you, Uncle Marat, for the reminder. Wren smiled all the way down, and was also very conscious of not talking much. Even if he encountered a ninth-order demonic beast that suddenly ran out halfway, he obediently stepped aside, silently watching the demonic beast being killed by the fire, and when facing the provocative eyes of the young half-elf, he only smiled and did not speak.

The law of survival has been the law of survival since ancient times, and seeing that Wren is so easy to speak, don't say that those guys who look at him unpleasantly, even McTusen despises him a little more.

During this time, Wren gained a deeper understanding of the hunting team through his own observations. This includes each person's strength and strength attributes, their character, and their attitude towards themselves.

It wasn't that he wanted to take revenge on those provocative guys, he didn't bother to do this kind of pediatric thing, just to gauge whether he needed to help if someone was in danger.

Two hours later, they encountered what could be called their first trouble, when a five-meter-tall rock giant blocked their path.

"Did you steal my wine?" the rock giants emerged from underground, their eyes reddened, and they lashed out.

"Your Excellency, there must be some misunderstanding here. Marat, the good old man, said hurriedly. In response, it was the rock giant's huge fist, and the other party obviously didn't want to talk nonsense.

McTusen suddenly felt a headache, this kind of low-IQ monster is the most annoying, the most important thing is this kind of second-order demon lord, it is difficult to kill with rough skin and thick flesh, and after death, it is a pile of stones, worthless.

"Do it!" Seeing that the other party was not reluctant, he had to make a decision.

The crowd acted instantly, some shooting flaming arrows, others moving like the wind, and the spears left sparks on the rock giant...... Marat sighed and retreated to Wren's side.

Dealing with such a rock giant, although tricky, is not particularly difficult, and Marat's role is not here.

"The Rock Giants are the essence of the earth elementals that have been passed through some harsh conditions for thousands of years, they have a good craft of winemaking, and they are addicted to alcohol, but unfortunately they have a low IQ and are irritable, otherwise this conflict would not have erupted. Marat sighed, "It's not easy for them to survive, but this is what happens." ”

Wren glanced at Marat strangely, and from this good old man, he faintly saw the shadow of Daddy Cana.

"Actually, I could have stopped it. Wren said.

Marat was slightly stunned, and the half-elf next to him, who had just shot an arrow and was exhaling softly, heard this, and mocked disdainfully: "Why don't you say that you can let it call you master?"

Wren glanced at him lightly, ignoring him. Marat reacted quickly, and he said unhappily: "Coleman, you shut up for me!"

The half-elf named Coleman shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, rebent his bow, and muttered, "A braggart Terran kid." ”

Marat said sincerely to Wren: "All things are animist, if you really can, please help that poor little fellow." ”

A flash of inspiration flashed through Wren's mind and he asked, "Do you have druid blood in you?"

Marat was stunned for a moment, then nodded bitterly. (To be continued.) )