Lumian dances to attract strange creatures, with the aim of sneaking closer by "stealth" to observe the movement patterns and daily performance of the flame monsters, and gather enough information for future hunts.

That is, thirty or forty seconds, he used the ancient Hermetian language to make the mouthpiece monster attach himself again.

The intense hunger swept over him, and Lumian opened his mouth uncontrollably, as if he had a swirling mouthpart of his own teeth.

Suppressing the bloodthirsty, crazy thoughts that filled his body, he pulled out a small biscuit and cut cheese square, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

At the same time, he amplified the instinct of the mouthpiece monster to be stealthy and disappeared in place.

After suppressing the hunger slightly, Lumian struggled to keep his mouth shut so that the smell of biscuits and cheese would escape.

Then, he followed the edge of the road directly after the trail of the flame monster.

Soon, Lumien saw the monster burning everywhere in blackened black.

It's laying new traps in the clearing from last time.

It's all a monster and you're still so dedicated? Lumian sneered silently.

Of course, he knew very well that this was actually a manifestation of the monster's instincts.

Lumian didn't dare to get too close, and stayed next to a broken wall at the edge of the clearing.

He looked at the flame monster for a few seconds, then looked back at the path from which he had come, and found that his footprints were very shallow and inconspicuous, and they were hidden in places that were not easy to find, but they were still very real.

Looking down at his current position, Lumian had some ideas.

He kept an eye on the monster's movements, and when he picked up a large stone and threw it aside, he immediately pressed his right hand against the broken wall, jumped up, and landed firmly on the wall.

Bang! The movement of Lumian was perfectly drowned out by the sound of the stone hitting the ground.

After changing the observation location, Lumian was much more relieved, paying attention to his spiritual consumption while looking at the flame monster seriously.

He found that the traps set by the flame monsters this time were not very hidden and difficult to find, and there were no loopholes in the mind and the behavioral inertia of the target, they were simple and did not hide themselves.

A simple example: the Flame Monster pulled a rope on the other side of the clearing, between two collapsed buildings, a little above the ankle.

Anyone with normal sight or a monster can spot this trap.

At first, Lumian didn't quite understand what this meant, but as he brought himself in, he gradually discovered the possible implications:

The purpose of these traps is not to directly damage or trap enemies, but to create a more suitable environment for hunters.

In the heat of battle, the target who is not good at observing the environment and paying attention to the surrounding area needs to be constantly distracted to take care of the various restrictions here, and sometimes have to reduce his speed or change his posture in order to jump over traps, while the characteristic of "Hunter" is to keep an eye on his surroundings and make the most of the environment.

In this way, the strength of the two sides has been eliminated.

In Aurel's parlance, the impotence is ..... Lumian nodded knowingly.

At this moment, he felt that the flame monster was like a stern teacher, imparting certain lessons about the "hunter" to himself in this way.

Almost at the same time, he remembered the content of a certain book in Auror: stealing a teacher will be killed!

After a while, the flame monster stopped, and its charred face instinctively looked around.

Then, against the flames rising from without, it walked towards the edge of the clearing near the Lumian side.

"Follow a set route to the next place?" Lumian muttered to himself thoughtfully and excitedly.

It is very valuable for hunters to know the course of action of their prey.

Most of the traps are buried on these kinds of routes!

The flame monster kept looking around as it walked, checking the ground, and acting very vigilant.

This made Lumian frown, feeling that the high-level "hunters" were really difficult to deal with.

The most restrained and extraordinary people are often people or things with a higher order of the same path, even if it is only one or two orders higher.

I'm better at what you're good at than you, and you may not have what I have!

If it weren't for the ability to "dancer" and the acquisition of the "Fallen Mercury" short knife, Lumian would not have dared to fight this flame monster at all.

Seven or eight seconds later, the flame monster came to the edge of the clearing, about five or six meters away from the broken wall.

As before, the flame monster's gaze instinctively turned to this side.

Its gaze paused, as if it were looking at the footprints of what appeared to have been someone standing on the edge of the broken wall.

Plop, plop, Lumien's heartbeat involuntarily sped up a little.

He wasn't ready to hunt the flame monster now.

Not to mention that the two sides are separated by five or six meters, and the fact that the "Fallen Mercury" has not yet stored the fate that can be exchanged, makes Lumian have no certainty of killing the other party.

Now that the battle is really about to break out, he is the one who is hunted before he has time to half-activate the black thorn symbol!

Struggling to control his heartbeat and breathing, Lumien placed his right hand on the black strip of cloth wrapped around the blade of the Fallen Mercury, ready to rip them off.

Within the current distance, he jumped hard, and had a chance to bully the flame monster and avoid the ranged battle with the largest gap between the two sides.

Two or three seconds passed as if time was about to freeze, and the flame monster withdrew its gaze and continued on its way.

It doesn't look like Lumien's footprints have been found.

After walking more than ten meters, the flame monster suddenly turned around.

The clumps of flames that emerged from its body instantly condensed and turned into a large, blazing-white fireball.

The fireball was like a cannonball, blasting towards the edge of the broken wall, where Lumian was standing.

Lumian, who was crouching on the wall, didn't think about it, and followed his instinct and jumped directly into the open space on the other side of the broken wall, where the flame monster had just set the trap.

Bang!

The waves of fire burst out, and the already crumbling broken wall collapsed on the spot.

Lumion landed and did two tumbles in a row, avoiding the crashing stone bricks and the shockwave of fire.

Then, he jumped to his feet, remaining "invisible", through the traps left by the flame monster, and ran wildly towards another exit in the clearing.

The flame monster failed to spot the enemy at the first time, so it had to concentrate on finding the traces.

Finally, it saw a series of tiny footprints.

By this time, Lumien had already reached the rope between the two collapsed buildings, jumped over it easily, and escaped from the clearing.

Running all the way back to some natural trap, he shook off the flame monster once and for all.

After reviewing what happened just now, Lumian, who had already lifted the "stealth" state, scolded bitterly:

"It's treacherous, it's treacherous!

"The heads of these monsters are better than Ponse's", after discovering my footprints, considering that the two sides were too close and were likely to be counterattacked, they even pretended not to see anything, and naturally distanced themselves! ”

As Lumian scolded, he felt like he had learned a little more.

Of course, there are obvious drawbacks to this approach:

The distance widened to give Lumien room to escape.

Plus he's also invisible, so the flame monster can't do it

It is a high probability to lock his track as soon as possible and escape from that area smoothly.

Gasping for breath and regaining some spirituality, Lumian grunted as he ate his biscuits and cheese:

"Judging from the situation just now, as long as I arrange it properly and stab that guy, it is entirely possible that I will have the opportunity to rely on 'stealth' to distance myself, ice a little farther away, and wait for the exchange of fate to be completed.

- When attacking, the "Stealth" status is removed, but as soon as it is disengaged, Lumian can be used again.

This was the biggest takeaway from his reconnaissance.

At the same time, he also found a problem:

"As a hunter, 'hunting in the mountains' didn't even bring water!

"I'm dying of thirst!"

Whether it's cheese or biscuits, you need to drink water to mix them.

The jerky that Lumien wanted to make later also fell into this category.

After resting for a while, he decided to hunt the "Noodle Man", strip it of its bad fate, and store it in the "Fallen Mercury", not like just now, without the ability to fight back in case of emergencies.

- The puppet's fate is also "Fallen Mercury" and can be exchanged, but Lumian is not a "knife bearer" and cannot trade his own fate for someone else's, otherwise, he will gladly give away the bomb on his body.

After about half an hour, Lumian found the "Noodle Man" with a chaotic patchwork of limbs and facial features.

After dancing the sacrificial dance in advance, he walked over openly and saw the "noodle man" unexpectedly prostrate and lying on the ground.

"Very well-behaved...," Lumian praised.

He held the iron-black axe in his right hand, and in his left palm he was holding the "Fallen Mercury" that had revealed the silver-black blade.

After holding this evil short knife for a long time, Lumian found that even if there was no direct flesh and blood contact, it would gradually withstand the little pollution it emitted, which may slowly induce signs of loss of control for most extraordinary people, but Lumian has long been accustomed to it and has a certain resistance.

After looking at the trembling "Noodle Man" for a few seconds, Lumian withdrew his gaze from its mouth at the forehead position, sighed, and said:

"According to Aurel, in your state, death is equal to liberation, die early and be happy sooner."

As he spoke, he crouched down on one knee and swiped the silver-black knife into the back of the "Noodle Man's" neck, sinking deep into it.

The "Noodle Man" trembled even more, but did not resist or struggle.

Lumian then withdrew his left hand, grasped the hilt of the iron-black axe with his right palm, and swung it down vigorously.

In the muffled sound of the knife and axe entering the flesh, the head of the "Noodle Man" broke away from his body with "depraved mercury" and rolled to the side.

A large amount of blood spurted out of the ground.

The Noodle Man's body twitched a few times, and then fell completely silent.

Lumian strode to the Noodle Man's head, poked out his left hand, and grasped the Fallen Mercury.

In the next second, he saw an illusory river that shimmered with a little bit of sparkling.

The river seems to be made up of intricate symbols of mercury one after another, and each symbol is like a small river entwined with itself.

At this time, all the tributaries of the illusory river have disappeared, and only the main one remains, which has been cut off from the beginning, bending as if it wants to return to the original point but cannot succeed for the time being.