At both ends of the gorge, the tall and majestic mountains stand between the sky and the earth like a stone giant, majestic and insurmountable......

The Bilett Mountains are located to the west of the Valley of the Twilight, and the mouth of the valley faces the narrow passage between the two mountains......

In the center of the gorge, countless dense thorns fill the valley floor of this dark forest.

The darkness spread throughout the ancient forest in a way that did not see the light of day, and the sky-high mist miasma cut off the daylight, which was also the reason why Duan Lie had never wanted to set foot in the dark forest.

There are so many dangers here.

In the past two months, he has explored the dark forest, and found a large number of magical beasts that even the berserkers can't control, these demonic beasts are all creatures that like to live in swamps and scorched land, they are full of highly toxic substances, and they also have all kinds of unknown demonic force field abilities, plus the sentry set up by the berserkers intentionally or unintentionally, it is indeed quite dangerous.

However, Duan Lie has not been idle for two months, on the one hand, he has observed the military deployment of the berserk beastmen, and on the other hand, he has also focused on observing the terrain in the dark forest, which is indeed dark, but for him with a variety of spirit fighting techniques and powerful combat skills, it is not enough to cause trouble to move an inch.

On the contrary, the three-month-long adventure of surviving allowed Duan Lie to develop the ability to hide in the forest......

"Whoosh...... Sou...... Whoosh!"

In the gloomy jungle, a black air current with a wind system of fighting spirit swept across, gorgeously shuttling through the secluded woods, and the muddy ground under their feet could not affect the agility of the orc thieves, they were death hunters, and would never let go of any human warrior......

The hunt is ongoing, but it's hard to tell who is the hunter and who is the prey.

"Woo......"

At the moment when the arrow swept through the jungle, a figure fell from the sky, and the invisible pressure fell on the head of an orc thief like the top of Mount Tai, and occasionally with the strong man with the speed of the body, a knee blow smashed the orc thief's vertebrae to pieces.

Ten times the gravity suppression and a knee hit by the earth-based fighting spirit, not to mention a mad beastman of an eighth-level Great War Division, even if Harold reappeared, it is estimated that he will have to be reimbursed on the spot.

With his knees pressed against the body of the beastman who had fallen to the ground and died, Duan Lie looked around with a cruel arc on the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Hehe, it's four, are you still coming?"

The voice came out softly, and it was not deliberately hidden, this game of cat and mouse does need a little adjustment to gradually heat up, so it is interesting.

"Wow, sigh, sigh, ......"

As if in response to Duan Lie's provocation, two arrows shot quickly from one left and one right, Duan Lie was not surprised, the profound spiritual power cultivation was working like a high-speed piston at this moment, even if there was the slightest movement within a few tens of meters, he couldn't escape those eyes full of cunning.

"Thunder Column"

With a whoosh, Duan Lie almost turned into an afterimage, and quickly disappeared in place, the two black arrows passed by with the speed of the wind fighting spirit, and with two pops, the two berserkers killed each other to death.

"Six,, it's really no fun to play with you idiots?"

Laughing playfully, Duan Lie quickly and happily touched the three corpses, and then disappeared into the dark jungle.

Without the heavy blow of the pseudo-flood battle pestle, Duan Lie is now completely accustomed to the rhythm of the wind and the rhythm of thunder, and the instantaneous step and thunder longitudinal technique have become an indispensable part of the unique combat system.

Duan Lie's speed was simply too fast, and he no longer belonged to the peak of the tenth-level Great War Division, even if Harold came, he could only have the idea of being ashamed now.

That's the benefit of rhythm.

In the jungle, Duan Lie, who had mastered the rhythm of thunder and the rhythm of wind, was like a ruthless executioner, and anyone who was targeted by him would turn into a corpse in just two minutes.

In this way, the appearance of the orc thieves completely became the target for Duan Lie to hone his combat skills, and the orc thieves, who had always been known as the killer of the cold night in the jungle, fell one by one under Duan Lie's sharp blade like a mouse being played by a shrewd cat.

In just half a day, more than a dozen orc thieves were all killed.

However, Duan Lie did not take it lightly, after killing the last orc thief, he quickly hid in the bushes, and the huge expenditure of fighting energy almost overdrew his physical strength, and now he needed to use recovery potions to balance his consumption and recover to the best state in a short time.

Historical texts have described the brutal Orc-Men as sinful creatures who never expose their fears to their opponents, and whose revenge will be more and more insane for a human who truly angers them......

Here is an excerpt from "The History of the King of the Hills of Zigil"

The revenge of the berserkers will become more and more crazy, especially when they send out orc thieves, as long as the orc thieves are all killed, then it may be that the legendary cursed orcs have been, those creatures are also very few in number, but all of them are powerful existences, at least the fighting spirit level of the fighting spirit cultivation, the thugs who master the wind element, are enough to destroy any small town with more than 10,000 people in ten minutes.

After drinking the recovery potion, Duan Lie crawled in the cold and damp grass and waited for the coming of the stormy revenge, which was almost a fact that he was sure of, so for the time being, he couldn't move towards Bilett rashly.

At the very least, kill one more orc thief......

Just thinking about it, there were a few more black shadows in the woods, this time it was obviously not an orc thief, even the most powerful orc thief, their speed would never be so fast that they couldn't even see clearly.

Duan Lie held his breath and crawled in the grass, watching the few black shadows running by, jumping on the top of the tree from time to time to observe the surrounding situation, his heart went deep into the valley again and again.

In the shade of a tree not far away, a small man dressed in a black short, much shorter than the Orcs, appeared thin as a bamboo pole, with an arched back, pointed nails and rotten skin indicating that he was a cursed creature of the Orc race......

There were three such dark shadows, and there were quite a few of them, but each one was comparable to the sum of the dozen orc thieves just now.

They exude a strong aura of death, but they have the same breath as the beastmen, they are not walking corpses, and they are unlikely to be the night killers of the dark elves.

What are they......

Duan Lie observed carefully, and suddenly the little man revealed ten sharp claws, leaving two scratches on the trees that were half a meter long, and disappeared into the woods.

"Skinner?"