When the team chasing the answer discovers that the answer has suddenly died, it is likely to be considered the goal completed.

Next, Ge Kill will lead the large army to turn back and chase Zhou Daoan's group.

Zhou Daoan and the answer were completely in the opposite direction at the beginning, in order to open up the space, exchange space for time, and let the main force of the chaser spend a lot of time between two points.

Of course, there are two key points in this plan, one is whether Zhou Daoan can successfully eliminate the pursuers in the process of fleeing in the opposite direction. So far, this has been achieved.

The second is whether the answer can be used to make the main force of the pursuers give up the pursuit in the way of "sudden death".

This requires that the "death" of the answer must be real, believable, and not for the pursuer to come forward and examine in detail.

So, the answer was in the plan, and the location of this "death" was set in the swamp of the jungle.

The answer to this swamp has been detected beforehand, but the pursuers don't know this, so the answer can be pretended to "stumble" and fall into the swamp, and due to the nature of the swamp, the hunters cannot "salvage the carcass" or "check the carcass".

The question is, how do you fool the hunters and keep yourself alive?

In less than half an hour, Zhou Daoan and hurriedly arrived at the swamp they had agreed upon.

It was a black swamp with an area of three or four hundred square meters, and the mud swamp was no different from normal soil in the dark night. If it weren't for the answers that left marks on them along the way, guiding them to this place, they wouldn't have found this place at all.

Zhou Daoan glanced at the swamp for a moment, and found a half-torn broadleaf floating in the mire not far from the swamp shore. Although there are many fallen leaves and branches in the mud, this broad leaf is still slightly conspicuous.

This is the last mark left by the answer!

"It's good that it's not far from the shore!" Zhou Daoan breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly and hurriedly cut a long enough vine in the jungle, and after testing its strength, Zhou Daoan tied a section of the vine to his waist and slowly walked into the swamp.

About seven or eight steps away from the shore, it was the mark of half a broad leaf, but in the swamp, there was almost no point of focus to stand on, Zhou Daoan could only take it step by step, and after only five or six steps, he felt that the mire had reached his waist.

He gently poked his feet out in the mire, and even if he took a step further, there was no "bottom", so Zhou Daoan would also fall into it. But the rattan and broadleaf markings tied around his waist were only one or two meters away, so Zhou Daoan did not hesitate and continued to take a step forward.

Suddenly, his body began to sink, and he could only use a semi-swimming posture and began to "row" forward.

In the swamp, the more he struggled, the more intense the movements, and the faster he sank, so Zhou Daoan didn't dare to be greedy, so he could only slowly move his hands and feet and approach the target.

It's close, and there's only one meter left...... The quagmire has reached Zhou Daoan's chest; A little closer, by half a meter, the mire had already flooded Zhou Daoan's chin......

However, the location of the broadleaf is already within reach.

Zhou Daoan took a deep breath, glanced back at the hurried tree vines on the shore, nodded slightly, then took a deep breath and pounced forward.

"Smack!" The mud made a muffled sound, and Zhou Daoan's only remaining head was completely sunk into the mire.

The hurried on the shore began to count silently for a few seconds, and when it was almost a minute away, she began to pull the rattan directly.

Obviously, to pull a large living person out of the mire, you have to bear not only the weight of the human body, but also the adhesion of the mire, which is completely different from pulling a person in the water, and there is almost no buoyancy to rely on.

Fortunately, the abyss armor blessed the strength, hurriedly alternating her hands, gritting her teeth and began to drag the rattan, little by little, after another 10 seconds, she saw a black and slimy round shadow, slowly emerging from the mire.

It was Zhou Daoan's head that was already covered with sludge. When his nose and mouth were reexposed to the air, he immediately greedily grew his mouth and began to breathe violently - he held in the mire for more than a minute, and this terrifying "breath-holding" challenge was by no means comparable to that in the water.

When I saw people, I was relieved in a hurry. At this time, a light rain fell in the sky, and as the shallot made persistent efforts, Zhou Daoan was pulled out of half of his body little by little, and the rain gradually became larger, rushing out of Zhou Daoan's face one by one "ravines".

When Zhou Daoan's chest was fully exposed, it could be seen that Zhou Daoan's arms were holding a humanoid object covered in black mud in the posture of a princess, and with the hurried and vigorous pulling, it got out of the quagmire little by little.

Don't think about it, this human figure who doesn't know life and death is the answer, but I don't know what method he used to allow himself to completely fall into the quagmire for forty or fifty minutes and continue to survive!

About half an hour after Zhou Daoan and hurriedly left the ambush point, Ge Kill led ten soldiers out of the dense forest.

Under the big tree in front of him, there were corpses lying on their stomachs, all of them were soldiers from White Rock City.

Ge Slayer looked at the corpse with a blank expression, and then his gaze rested on the ugly primitive corpse whose neck was completely broken, twisted into an almost right-angled arc, and whose eyes were about to bulge.

The bald and ugly-faced primitive man is the chief scout among the temple guards, and he is also the most elite warrior who led the team out of this killing. Judging from the corpses on the ground at this moment, all seven warriors died, but none of the opponents remained.

There were thirty-one people at the time of departure, but now there are only ten people in the full battle, and the opponent only loses one, according to this ratio, his own ten people are not enough to consume...... A sense of fear slowly grew in the hearts of the warriors of White Rock City.

What's even more unacceptable is that after the group of jungle hunters have investigated the scene, they found that their prey seems to have set a series of traps for them, because the opponent's last footprint is actually in the direction they have just pursued, with a clear goal and a hurry, and they play a false shot.

The warriors of White Rock City could only follow the footsteps of their opponents, moving in the direction they had come, and found signs along the way.

This mark was left by the camouflage man they tracked down earlier! For what? Giving his teammates directions?

Continuing to chase with doubts, as the sky began to rain, the tracking of the primitives became more difficult, the vision became more blurred, relying entirely on elite warriors, and the rain washed away, which would erase many of the traces left behind.

The only thing that can be said to be good is that half of the remaining primitives are elites, and in several pursuit battles, most of the dead and wounded are ordinary warriors. In such a group of ten people, the ratio of elite ordinary one-to-one is more convenient than one-to-two leadership.

Sure enough, when they returned to the swamp after almost an hour of tracking - mainly because they were worried about whether the other party would set traps again along the way - they found that under the rain, a big tree on the bank of the swamp was stained with a lot of black mud, which was no different from the mud stains in the swamp, and a vine the thickness of a small arm was still tied to the big tree.

But in this swamp before, they all "witnessed" the man dressed in jungle clothes sinking into the swamp...... They were still on the shore for a while, and according to common sense, it was impossible for those who fell into the swamp to survive!

But at the moment, the traces of these people can't deceive people, could it be that they spent so much effort not to rescue the drowning teammate? This is clearly unreasonable.

Damn it...... What's going on? The warriors of White Rock City must suspect that what they have seen before is an illusion! Although primitive people have simple wisdom, how have they ever seen such bells and whistles?

Prophecy ...... Prophecy in the Temple! The last prophecy of the gods! ”

Suddenly, a temple guard muttered to himself.

Many of the elite warriors themselves were the temple's guards, and among the few remaining warriors present, two were also temple guardians, and as soon as they were reminded by the whispers of this companion, they all thought of a mural on the temple wall.

The mural mentions that when a terrible plague begins to appear in the land, a devil will come. These demons can't be killed, and even if they are killed temporarily, they can be reborn in the dark abyss or mire......

It was a prelude to a prophecy about the destruction of a future tribal civilization, followed by the death of the Great Wizard, the severance of the lineage, the collapse of the temple, the overthrow of the royal power by the nobles, and the revolt of the slaves against the nobles...... In short, the primitive world will be completely destroyed.

Because this mural is on the innermost side of the temple, for hundreds of years, it has been deliberately covered by the great wizard to prevent the people of the tribe from spreading it, so even some temple guards who have witnessed the mural have been given gag orders. For hundreds of years, White Rock City did not feel the danger of the prophecy coming true, and the guards never took the mural to heart.

Until the past few days, visitors have appeared, the remains of the sleeping gods in the temple have been damaged, the great wizard has revealed his true face, and the guards have discovered that the great wizard may have been infected with the epidemic...... The most important thing is that in the process of chasing this group of infidels, the infidels were shot by blowguns and swallowed up in the mire, but none of them died! This finally reminded the temple guards of the prophecy of destruction.

Panic suddenly surged up in the hearts of the three guards, their expressions uncontrollably frightened, and their eyes dodged when they looked at the black stains left on the trees! The first warrior who remembered the prophecy kept muttering words like "Devil, destruction, we will all die ......".

Although the rest of the ordinary warriors didn't know what the prophecy was, they were also infected with emotion, frightened and dazed when they looked at the panicked looks of those temple guards.

Just as the warriors were about to ask, a huge figure flashed in front of the muttering warrior.