Looking at the two night watchmen in the distance, Zal quietly stepped back. Behind a thick bush, he amputated the limbs of the pheasant in the package, along with a few eggs, and threw them in different directions.

Finally the body of the chicken, which was covered with blood and entrails, was mixed with the remaining eggs, and it was not until Zar felt that the smell was pungent enough that he stopped, wiped his hands with dirt, and waited quietly—he was waiting for the guest to be invited for this evening.

It didn't take long for the sound of the rope to come from behind the side, and the speed of the other party was even far beyond Zal's expectations. Not daring to linger longer, Zar took the pheasant and quickly leaned in the direction of the night watchman. Just as they were estimating that they had reached the farthest point from the camp, Zal suddenly grabbed the pheasant by the neck and struggled to skim at the other party, and at the same time turned out "Destroy" and rushed forward at full speed!

A dark shadow mixed with a low sound of breaking the air immediately attracted their attention, and before they could speak, one of them subconsciously caught the blurred object. When they looked at the sticky piece in their hands and found the Zar that followed, the terrified words burst out of their throats!

"Hell, what is this?!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy, enemy attack......

The sudden burst of shouts pierced the night around the camp, and the mages and others sitting around the campfire were stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up their weapons and quickly ran in the direction from which the sound came. In the midst of a dark line of sight, they saw a shadow that had rushed to the front of the night watchman!

Holding "Destroy" in his hand, Zal locked all the vital points on the opponent's body the moment he rushed out of the bushes. Like an instinct cultivated through years of training, Zar didn't wait for the other party to react, and wiped it out. The dagger, completely dull, slashed through the flank of the first night watchman, staggered and stabbed backhand, and the tendon in the socket of his right leg was severed in a scream.

Facing Zal's extremely fast attack. The other night watchman panicked completely. The crossbow he had just raised was held aside by Zhal, and after a buzz, the crossbow bolt nailed to the ground was still trembling, and Zal turned on the "Death Wish", picked up the sword ball on the handle of the dagger, and pumped it to the side of the opponent's face.

There was a muffled snap. The flesh that had been directly crushed mixed with a few teeth erupted as the night watchman's head slammed to the side. The dagger swung back and forth and slashed horizontally on the opponent's thigh, and after Zar hooked his neck and pulled it back, reflexively slashing vertically into his armpit!

In an instant, dark blood mixed with hoarse screams burst out of the forest, and by the time the mage arrived at the scene with his men, Zar had already jumped out of the battle circle, his back against a large tree. Completed all the attacks.

The thick smell of blood soon soaked the forest air, and Zar leaned against the tree and took a deep breath, very slowly, very long...... He seemed to be enjoying the smell, and even smelled the long-lost calm in it. Slowly spit out, under the long hazel hair, in the gray-blue cold pupils. The scarlet circle of light was slowly turning, but it looked like it was now. But there is some hideous darkness.

His plan wasn't to kill people at all, at least not now. He wants blood, more blood, more!

I watched one of his men wail in a pool of blood, and the other leaned against a tree, dripping blood from his fingers covering his mouth. Repeating "my mouth, my mouth ......" inarticulately. The mage's cheeks twitched, and all his blood was burned by rage. "Zal!I know it's you!Damn it, get out of here!," he roared in exasperation, a pale blue ice mist burning from his palm.

The rest of the men were just about to step forward and drag the two wounded back to the camp. A loud snap interrupted their movements. "Don't move! Don't move yet! What is this smell!Can anyone tell me what this smell is!" The red-haired moon demon suddenly turned pale and roared.

"Do I fucking care what it smells like!" the mage roared, "Blood, it's blood! damn it......"

The Moon Demon Lanier seemed to be searching for something when his gaze fell on a dark shadow that had fallen beside the Night Watchman. "What is that? tell me, what is that!" he shouted from the back of the crowd.

"This ?......," one of the closest subordinates spat after glancing, "the corpse, it should be the corpse of a pheasant mixed with something...... It's disgusting!"

When the Moon Demon heard the accurate answer, his face changed completely, and he looked at the corpse of the pheasant in a daze, and then at the blood and water all over the ground, and at the people in it. "Get out of here, don't touch them, get out of here......"

"......Shut up! What do you want to do, you damn bastard, leave us behind?!"

"I curse...... Curse you...... Miscellaneous ......"

The two wounded night watchmen shouted angrily, interrupting Raniere's words, and even the other Brotherhood members standing nearby looked at the Moon Demon with disdain. A flash of anger flashed in Raniere's eyes. "Shut up! Idiot! You don't know what he's doing!" he exclaimed, "I didn't know he was going to ......."

He was interrupted again, but this time by the bushes that suddenly shook in front of him, and a few sounds that were completely non-human. The sudden change instantly flattened the quarrel in the field, and everyone's attention was drawn to it, they swallowed their saliva, clenched their weapons, and stared in the direction from which the sound came from. Raniere trembled even more, his face covered in cold sweat, and the sparkle in his eyes was swallowed up by fear.

In the eyes of everyone, the swing of the bushes became louder and more chaotic, and the voices became closer and closer, and finally everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and their mouths grew in horror, only to see a dozen swarthy wild boars emerge from the bushes!

And Zal, who was leaning against the tree, smiled, that was his plan. The half-elf Cadius once said very seriously that it is okay to provoke anything in the forest, that is, not to provoke wild boars. This nocturnal omnivore prefers to live in groups, has a wide range of activities, and is physically strong and combative, with individual adults even reaching more than 450 pounds. What's more, everything that can be eaten is their food. In particular, he likes to eat the eggs and chicks of grouse and pheasants, and has an unusually sensitive sense of smell.

So Zal didn't worry at all about not attracting this very common creature in the forest, the question was just how much, whether it was one or a group. If it was one, Zar would immediately turn his head and run, not worried about a wild boar's combat effectiveness. But in the wild boar that can't be provoked, the guy who is driven out of the group is the most terrifying existence in combat power. Zal didn't want to put his life in it because of the assassination.

Led by the three boars who were at the front, a dozen wild boars let out a low grunt and shook their noses to force the night watchman lying on the ground in the field. The boars' fangs were sharp and sharp as they turned out from under their arched noses, their eyes reflected a pale cyan light, and their sturdy, round bodies were covered with black hairs mixed with pine oil and mud, and wisps stuck together. With a slow pace, a layer of oil like steel armor was shaken.

Everyone in the field was stunned, they were subconsciously retreating backwards, and the two night rangers who were basically inactive were already frightened. Even more terrifying, the wild boars seemed to have finally found the most delicious food, and gathered around them, carefully arching the blood-stained leaves on the ground, and the pheasant that exuded a deadly temptation!

"Don't. Don't go! Help me, help me! Damn it. They, they're eating my blood! My blood !!" The night watchman lying on the ground suddenly hissed and roared, his face pale with fright. The wild boar surrounding the side was suddenly startled when he heard the sound, and suddenly took a few steps backwards, letting out a vigilant snort!

"Shut up, fools, shut up!" the moon demons were already going crazy, "don't make eye contact with them. Don't make a sound, don't move! you're going to kill us, damn it......" He squeezed a word out of his teeth with a fierce squeeze, and with his prompting, all those who retreated to the back did not move.

But the two night watchmen surrounded by the wild boars couldn't heed the Moon Demon's warnings. They kept waving their arms and crying, calling for help from their companions not far away. The shrill shouts grew louder and louder, and the boars' breathing became heavier and heavier! At that moment, several of the leading boars suddenly let out a screech, accelerated violently, and rushed towards the night watchman on the ground!

In an instant, the terrifying sound of staggered bones and the muffled sound of fangs entering the body poured into everyone's ears, accompanied by a fleeting scream, the minced flesh and blood rushed to the sky, everyone's scalp was numb, and the biting chill pierced the brain. At the same time, the night watchman leaning against the tree could no longer hold back, screamed, and rushed in the direction of his companions!

"Help, save me, come and save me, I don't want to die......" he shouted with snot and tears on his face!

"Shut up! Shut up!!"

"Don't come!

“......”

Everyone's faces changed, and just as they were shouting, the mage suddenly pulled the crossbow from the waist of one of them, raised his hand and shot at the night watchman!"Let me die there!" A series of pops sent out patches of blood, but it was too late to take all measures, because the herd of wild boars, which felt provoked again, frantically launched a deadly assault on the mage and the others!

Seeing that the situation had come to this, the mage directly fired the first icicle, kicking off the night battle. "Gather the formation, kill me!" With his order, the rest of his men immediately gathered together, and put the Rogkan people with the giant hammer in front of the front, and met the wild boar herd that was galloping!

The next moment, the deafening shouts of killing collided with the chirping of the wild boars! They soon discovered that the ballista could not inflict substantial damage on the boars, and that the clusters of arrows fired were either bounced off by the boar's oily and rough fur, or were shallowly embedded in the surface of the muscles, and had no effect.

Picking up his weapon and struggling to resist, the mage's ice spell kept exploding on the pigs' bodies, and under the obvious slowing effect, the giant hammer of the Rogkan and the weapons in the hands of the others roared, smashing one wild boar after another. But these thick-skinned creatures are hard to kill immediately after a single attack, they roll on the ground like waves crashing wildly against the reef, they get up again, and organize a new attack again!

"Come up with a solution!" Laniel, hurry up and !!" The mage's body was covered in dirt and boar blood, and he looked embarrassed. The moon demon hiding in the back trembled, unable to even utter a complete sentence. "Backwards, great, sir! Slowly retreat, retreat towards the camp. In, by the campfire, wild boars are afraid of fire!"

The mage threw an ice pick, blocking the boar's movements, and the nearby Rogkan picked up the sledgehammer and slammed it out. "Retreat! Retreat to the campfire! Quick!" he commanded, screaming. Staring at the bushes not far ahead, he knew that Zal must be hiding under some big tree there, definitely!

At this moment, under the mage's resentful gaze, Zar turned out from behind the tree, and looked at the mage from a distance, through the herd of wild boars that kept charging. He held his head high, his face darkened by the heavy darkness of the night, and his eyes were bright and defiant with contempt!

"You want to kill me?!?!!! "The mage roared wildly, clenching his fists and pushing forward, accompanied by shattered ice crystals. His body seemed to burn with ice mist in an instant, and more than a dozen ice picks that exploded frantically hit the wild boar herd in front of him! The wild boars that rushed to the front were frozen in place in an instant!"Do you think I can't do it?!Do you think you can defeat me with these beasts?!!! you dream?"

Zal sneered, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the bushes. "Stand back, back off, retreat to the campfire!" the mage commanded urgently, his spell a drop in the bucket before the mad boar herd. Even if you freeze a few heads, there are many more, don't rush up again!

The entire defensive circle struggled to resist the onslaught of the wild boar, retreating little by little. The mage's heart grew uneasy as he discovered that Zal had planned it. The most important part - the place to put down the night watchman, the choice of the battlefield. In order to reduce the boar's fear of the campfire, and to make it easier for himself to retreat, Zar deliberately lured them out of the camp, and the plan was successful whether he wanted it or not.

The mage clenched his teeth, and between the gaps in the defensive circle, he kept scanning the darkness around him, and he was waiting for Zal's attack. On the other hand, at this time, Zar had already changed his hiding position, tightly attached to the side of the mage and the others, and lurked in the bushes, staring at the group of "prey" that kept retreating, waiting for an opportunity.

Time passed slowly in a three-way stalemate, and suddenly, just as the boars reunited and charged again, Zal's eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly lit up and rushed out of the bushes!

The murderous aura made the mage tremble suddenly, and he smiled as if he knew everything in the direction that Zal was rushing from!"Are you here?!I've been waiting for you for a long time!" he said and jumped backwards sharply, not only that, but the other subordinates also scattered as if they had noticed it early, broke away from the formation, and flew back towards the location of the campfire!

A series of ice picks smashed towards Zhal, but in the midst of the mage's crazy laughter, Zal suddenly twisted his waist and suddenly changed direction, leaving aside the original trajectory and turning in another direction!

"Who said I was going to kill you?!......" Zal asked rhetorically, catching up with the stunned Moon Demon! For a moment, everyone was stunned, but no one could help the Moon Demon. Zhal's plan succeeded, like a lion pounced on a herd of gazelles, breaking up the mutual defensive formation, leaving behind the real target!

"You ......" The mage's face instantly turned extremely pale, and he couldn't say a word!

In the terrifying gaze of the moon demon, Zal's palm climbed his chin, and shook back violently, accompanied by the crisp sound of the wrong bone, "destroy" pierced his heart at the same time!

The survivors who had retreated to the camp stared bloodlessly at the "feast" not far outside, the gnawing of the bones, the chilling snorts, the sticky sound of blood and minced flesh squeezing through their fangs, mingling so noisily that even the scorching bonfire could not dispel the chill that had solidified on them.

Looking at everything in disarray, the mage's face distorted, like a demon crawling out of hell. The result of the three lives and all the injuries was only to kill a few wild boars! Moreover, Lanielle was also dead, and the other party's purpose was not himself from the beginning! Dao Dao Qing tendons stretched up from his forehead, and he felt humiliated, naked!

"Zal !!......" he roared wildly at Zhou Wei's dark hiss, and the long tail note was hoarse and hideous. "I swear! I swear to the gods with all my strength and blood! I will kill you! I will kill you!!......"

But this oath was not destined to be heard, for he had disappeared into the night. (To be continued......)