The pheasants planted by the fire were roasted, and the rich smell of meat filled the air, and the gravy dripping on the charcoal made a sizzling sound, which, together with the small puffs of smoke wafting out, seemed to dissolve the awkward atmosphere in the makeshift camp. Zar watched the heat of "dinner" carefully, he didn't want to end up eating the chicken in his mouth as dry as grains of sand in the wasteland.

After a long time, the girl's voice rang out first, breaking the silence. "Have you ever thought about how to return to the 'Conviction Stage'?" her voice was soft, revealing a gentle tone.

Zar pulled the stick with the pheasant from the ground and carefully roasted it over the fire, until the fat chicken had turned an attractive golden brown, and it was estimated that the heat should be about the same. "Frankly, no," he carefully pinched with his fingers, then nodded in satisfaction as he got up and walked over to Adjani's side. "There are only two paths in front of us, either go back the way you came and pass through the Black Blade Barracks again, or go to the 'Wind Breath Tilt', if the information about the interconnection of the three Heads is true......

As he spoke, he tore off a piece of chicken and handed it to the girl, who thanked her softly, put it behind the veil, and ate it in small bites. "If I had a choice, I would prefer the latter. Zal concluded.

"Of course you are inclined to the latter," said the girl with a smile, "and if I go back the way I came, I will be safe, and you will only be immediately detained, and finally executed on an unknown charge." She shook her head in denial, "They won't reason with guys who have humiliated the Ebon Guard to their faces, and, our Lord Sheriff, hum ......" Adjani didn't continue, just let out a nasal voice of contempt.

Zar raised his eyebrows in agreement, and tore off a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth. In fact, it is possible to send it directly to the Archon. Although the ending may not be much better than execution, this sentence is not intended to be said by Zal. "So, there's only one way left," he said, "but I don't know exactly where it is......"

The girl listened, her eyes shining with excitement. "This time. It's my turn to save you. ”

"You know?!" Zar asked eagerly.

The girl nodded affirmatively, as if she finally had a chance to make up for the guilt she had just felt. "The rules on the gimbal are not as simple as you see," she said, "just like this 'hidden gimbal', you may never set foot on this land." But for us, we can come whenever we want. She said that it was naturally the aristocracy of Wind Cliff City, or the privileged class.

Adjani paused and continued. "Especially the officials and nobles on the 'Wind Breath Cloud Tower'. They often use it as a recreational hunting ground during the long summer months, and although it has not been developed on a large scale, it is generally not unfamiliar. She took a breath and seemed to remember something. "Even I, and I used to love hunting here......" said the girl, with a passing sigh under her veil, "but that was a long time ago. ”

Zal sounded a little puzzled, but he cautiously didn't ask. "Then you know where the suspension bridge that connects to the 'Wind Breath Terrace' is. Right?" he asked.

"Yes, but it's actually a real bridge. It's too different from the tattered wooden bridge you saw when you came. The girl set her eyes in the direction of the falling. "That waterfall is one of the most beautiful views of the 'Hidden Terrace', we call it 'Broken Silver Falls', and from there we go northeast, if you walk. It will take more than a day to see the 'Wind Hidden Bridge'. ”

Adjani finished speaking, and finally turned her gaze back to Zhal's face, but all she saw was a slightly furrowed brow. "Is there no other way?" said Zal, "I mean. If we didn't take the waterfall as the coordinates, would we also be able to reach the 'Wind Breath Cloud Terrace'?"

Adjani's expression was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Zhar, but it's not developed on a large scale, and all I know about the Hidden Tilt is through memories of hunting......," she said, shaking her head, "I'm afraid I don't know what danger we'll encounter or how much time we'll take if we get around it somewhere else, but of course, it's still without getting lost." ”

Zal was tearing the chicken in small pieces, as if his attention was no longer on "dinner". Adjani looked at Zhal's slightly distracted expression, pondered for a moment, and asked softly, "It's because it's very likely that the pursuers are camping in the woodland above the waterfall, right?" she saw Zal nodded subconsciously, and said, "However, there is not much time left for you." ”

Zal was stunned, a little unsure of what the girl meant. "My time?" he asked.

"Have you forgotten why I'm here?" the girl reminded simply.

"Damn it......" Zar was startled, and it suddenly occurred to him that he had forgotten the most important thing - the time of the preliminary round of the "Blood Arena". When the day is completely over, the first round of the entire preliminary round will be over, and the remaining matches will be less than two days at most. According to the description of the arbitrator Saliré, if he does not show up in the second round of the draw, he will be deemed to have waived automatically.

Zal found that Adjani was right, and that there was really not much time left for herself. What if he missed this arena? Wait another five years?! At the thought of this result, Zar felt that his scalp was faintly numb, which was something he absolutely could not accept.

Before I knew it, the atmosphere in the camp had returned to the silence it had just been, and no one spoke again, just silently ate the chicken in their hands. Adjani's gaze glanced at Zar from time to time, as if waiting for the other party to make a decision, while Zar looked at the pitch black night beyond the campfire, as if thinking about something.

It wasn't long before Zal suddenly turned to look at the girl. "That's it," he said, looking up in the direction of the waterfall, "I have to go back......

"What did you say?" asked the girl, a little surprised, "go back, can't we be careful to avoid them?" she said, "Do you think that we can meet them again by such a large 'secret platform'?"

Zal nodded dryly. "If it were any other time, it wouldn't have been. But among the people who hunted me down, there was a very tricky tracker. He explained. "If we don't kill him, tomorrow they will find the remains of the camp we left behind under the waterfall, which cannot be hidden in any way. Then, in less than half a day, they will catch up with us again according to our tracks, and finally kill us......"

The girl directly denied: "But they are strong." Isn't it?" she looked Zal up and down with her dark eyes, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have made such a mess that you would have to jump off the nearly 100-foot 'Broken Silver Falls.'" Adjani rubbed the corners of her forehead, and the long conversation made her a little overwhelmed.

Zar finally stopped her persuasion. "But we have no other choice, this man must be killed, or we will not be able to return alive. "This camp is relatively safe for the time being, close to water sources and on the edge of the jungle. Don't worry about the beast attacking. He placed the remaining little pheasant on a clean leaf, then untied the "destroyer" from his waist and handed it over.

Adjani shook her head. "No, I have. She pulled out a long, narrow dagger from her leather boots, "The necessities of life on the gimbal ......" she smiled and put the dagger back away, and asked again. "How long will it take you?"

Zar stood up, calculating. "Wait until tomorrow morning. He said.

The girl looked up at Zhal. He hesitated, but asked. "If. I mean, what if, you don't come back tomorrow morning?"

Zar shrugged nonchalantly. "In that case, you can leave the camp and follow the stream below the waterfall all the way down, hide on the 'Hidden Terrace' for a few days, and then you can go back the way you came. He smiled comfortingly. "If I die, they won't stay here long, and they won't spend time on you. ”

The girl bit her lip, and in her eyes, it was no different from sending her to death. "Come back alive. Zhal. ”

Zar smiled and nodded, refilled the fire pit with some firewood, and finally looked at Adjani leaning against the tree, and turned into the darkness of the forest.

The light of the fire behind him grew farther and farther away, and finally shrunk into a shadowy bright spot and disappeared. Instead of immediately touching back to the cliff where the waterfall was hanging, Zal found the place where the trap had been set earlier. In fact, from the moment he learned that he had to return to the waterfall, he had been thinking about how to kill the tracker. Of course, he wasn't crazy enough to think that he could successfully sneak up on the other party's camp on his own. However, there are still solutions, depending on whether you can think of it, or whether it is effective.

Twisting the neck of another pheasant in a trap, Zar searched through the bushes and soon found a dozen pheasant eggs. Wrapping the "tools" together in leather, Zar took a deep breath and followed the direction he remembered, feeling the location of the cliff.

The darkness of the forest in the night was a source of great trouble for Zal, not to mention the bushes, which seemed to fill all the crevices. When Zar actually returned to the steep cliff in front of him, he clearly realized how crazy he had been with his previous jump.

At this time, the cold moonlight finally shone on the narrow clearing between the dense forest and the cliff wall, and Zal looked up at the stone wall cut hanging overhead as he walked along the cliff. The raging waterfall was not far behind him, and Zar even felt that its roar sounded louder at night.

It took about an hour for Zal to find a way out of the slowing stone wall that he could barely climb.

But what happened next made Zal somewhat agree with Adjani - doing so was no different from sending her to death. Of course, the difficulty faced by Zal did not come from the pursuers, but chose to climb a steep cliff at night. This "road" was very difficult to walk, the ground was rugged and steep, and Zal's body leaned forward, almost touching the ground. And those rocks that look extremely pale in the moonlight reflect irregular shadows of large and small, incomparably fine.

You can't even be sure if the rock you're clinging to will suddenly fall off, throw yourself off the rocky slope, and end up falling to pieces. Against the constant dripping water from the wind-eroded trenches and crevices on the cliff surface, Zar slowly moved upwards with extreme caution, and even turned on the "Iron Heart" to be on the safe side. After an unknown amount of time, perhaps hours, or even longer, he finally stepped on the cliff and returned to the safety of the ground.

In front of him, the dense forest of night once again obscured his vision. After a short rest, Zal pulled out his dagger and sneaked in.

If it is very difficult to find a deliberately hidden "prey" in the dark forest, it is relatively easy to find a "hunter" who has no scruples. It didn't take long for him to see a fire in the depths of the dense forest that lit up the darkness around him, and it was as obvious as a blinding red splash on the snowy earth.

Quietly touched the direction of the firelight, and when he got a little closer, Zhal, who was hiding in the distance, found that the other party had not chosen a place to be sheltered by the canopy like himself, dug a fire pit, and even deliberately looked for the branches and leaves of the Renon tree as firewood. They had set up a tall bonfire in the glade, and they didn't have the slightest intention of hiding their intentions.

However, this is also very understandable, because the "hunter" would never have thought that the "prey" who was pried around by himself and fled, and even did not know whether he was alive or dead, would have the intention of sneaking up on it in turn. In fact, even Zal himself did not think of it until he learned that he had to return to the top of the cliff.

Keeping a safe distance, Zal carefully observed the situation in the camp, and saw five or six people sitting around the campfire, talking loudly, and occasionally erupting into a loud laugh or two. He saw the mage sitting in the middle of the crowd, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and the red-haired Moon Demon Stalker.

Moving his gaze to the outskirts of the camp, he saw two night watchmen walking side by side, in addition to the horses tethered to the trees. With a sigh of relief, Zal found that he was lucky, the night rangers in this post were two humans, and if it was an elf born with a talent for night vision, his plan would probably be much more troublesome to execute.

Obscuring his figure through the dense bushes, Zal fixed his gaze firmly on the two night watchmen, and silently untied the leather wrap that was tied around his waist. (To be continued......)