Chris carefully and quickly confirmed the clues left by Pandis and sped away. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Although those people should not have noticed their traces just now, Chris was filled with a sense of urgency.

Gotta speed up!

As he went deeper, Chris wasn't sure what the purpose of Pandis's captors was, and now it didn't look like a revenge hunt at all, but more like he was going to take Pandis somewhere.

The weeds and shrubs on the ground were getting deeper, and the traces of the weeds that Pandis had aroused with emotion became less and less obvious, and Chrisse sometimes had to stand on a high ground to make sure, and sometimes he walked behind one of the taller weeds, only to realize that he had made a mistake, and had to turn back to the fork in the road to reconfirm, and the speed slowed down.

The tracker behind him couldn't be seen, but Chris always felt that the other party had been firmly biting the traces he had left along the way, and was still approaching, which made him very uneasy.

Gotta find a way to get rid of these guys!

After running for a while following the clue, Chris's eyes lit up.

A bonfire appeared in front of me.

On the ground full of weeds, the black color is very abrupt and conspicuous, Chris walked to the campfire and squatted down, reached out and touched the center of the campfire, it has no temperature, and it is very humid, the time is not easy to estimate, but it should be a fire that rose around three to five o'clock in the morning, this place has been far away from the city and the main road, for safety reasons, he must have eaten a little here to replenish his strength, prepare for the rest of the journey, and the other is also a little rest.

The bonfire was made of dead branches, and since it was surrounded by weeds and dead branches, and there was only a small patch of ground on the ground that showed signs of being overwhelmed and crumbled, and a large piece of ground showing signs of being crushed, Chrisss could be sure that there was only one person who had taken Pandis captive.

Moreover, Chris was fortunate to find some food residues, which is a kind of cake dry food that is available in all countries, mixed with eggs, potato flour, milk, flour, and tree sugar, and made by baking, this kind of tart cake is sweet and delicious, the only drawback is that it is too crispy, and when you break it by hand, the crumbs will fall off a lot.

Chris has tasted it a few times, but he doesn't hate it, but he still has to pat the crumbs on his clothes from time to time, so he rarely eats them.

He looked closely at the campfire and muttered, "Be careful!"

There was only one place where the tower cake scraps fell, which means that the person who kidnapped Pandis did not untie Pandis's ban when he was eating, and at the same time placed Pandis on the opposite side of the campfire, keeping her in his field of vision.

Thankfully, Pandice didn't have to open her mouth or move to leave clues, as long as she was sane.

Chris took a closer look, and after seeing that he couldn't find any other clues, he recognized the direction and walked inside.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, looked back at the bonfire, and raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps, this is an opportunity!

In this case, the abducted Pandis is still safe for now, and will be able to catch up sooner or later, and if he hangs these ill-intentioned tails behind him, the situation is likely to be difficult to control.

Chris estimated that they were still a little way from him, so time should be enough.

Chris looked around, following Pandis's direction, casting a few wind blades to cut the weeds off the ground, creating the illusion that he had run away.

If there had not been a trail left by the man with Pandis, and the trail left along the way, I was afraid that he would not be able to deceive the archer, and I hoped that he would have taken the trail left by the man as his own.

Then you can follow them and wait for the opportunity to strike.

The reason why he chose to hide himself by the campfire was that Chris wanted to determine the exact target of these people, whether it was Pandeis or himself, and it would be better if he could hear some of their conversations, and it would be better if he could determine their identities.

It's just that how to hide your body has become a big problem.

There are no big trees nearby, so hiding in the trees is impossible and too risky.

Then I sighed in my heart more than once: If only I could know stealth.

However, he quickly reacted - the archer's "Eagle Eye" was the nemesis of the Assassin's stealth technique.

Chris pondered for a moment, then gathered a large cluster of dead leaves from a distance and piled them up behind a bush behind the campfire. Then he took out a piece of parchment from the ring, carefully rolled it into a paper tube, held it in his mouth, tried to breathe a few breaths, nodded slightly, and then cast a swamp spell, carefully lying flat on it.

The body slowly sank down, but at the same time, the weeds on the ground were also pressed into the ground, Chris put the prepared dead branches and leaves on the surface of the swamp with both hands, and then took the parchment paper tube in his mouth, and sank his head as well, so that only a short section of the paper tube was exposed to the ground, but the color of the parchment paper tube and the ground was not much different, and it was difficult to be found when covered by dead branches and leaves.

Until your body is completely sunk to the ground, you can only breathe through the parchment tube in your mouth.

However, this is not enough, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose are all covered in mud, which also means that he cannot hear the voice of the enemy.

Chris used the method of keeping out the cold in the Warcraft Forest: he used the elements to form a thin film on the surface of his body, pushing the swamp away from the surface of his body, and increasing the thrust, and finally, a cave was formed under the swamp that could barely turn his body, and then, when the swamp technique reached the time limit, it froze.

It was dark in front of him, Chris simply closed his eyes, listened attentively to the movements around him, and then, a very wonderful sound came from his ears, "squirming" like a small insect crawling, "popping" slightly to represent a dead branch on the tree fell to the ground, when the wind blew through the weeds, the soft body of the weeds swayed continuously, with a very slight tremor, and a very faint "rustle" sound.

The sound of nature represents the sound of nature, but who would have known that under the ordinary ground, there would be such a rich pulse of life, and it seemed to become a part of the land.

A smile inadvertently appeared on Chris's lips.

This moment!

I am the land, and the land is me!

Chris's spiritual power shuttled under the ground, almost endlessly, and all the movements on and off the ground were transmitted into his ears and body for a while, and in the end, Chris could not be sure whether this was the spread of his spiritual power or the feedback that the land took the initiative to give him. (To be continued.) )