The terrain in front of him began to become undulating, and barren hills were scattered and stretched into the distance. On this hill, there are countless pitch-black rocks, scattered like chocolate chips on bread. There was barely grass between the rocks, except for slippery moss hiding in the shade, like moldy green tea powder, silently protesting against the waste of diners.

This is the destination of their trip - Surui Heights!

The rustling of footsteps and the sound of the wind from the sackcloth robe occupied most of the western part of the Surui Heights at once. After more than half a year of training, the group of young men of the Vortex Force were like vigorous reindeer, nimbly interspersing between the pitch-black rocks, closely following Quell's huge body, and rushing towards the depth of the highlands.

As archers, Qi Lang and Gulf are mainly responsible for covering the rear, and they need to choose some high ground so that they can get their arrows over the heads of their companions as soon as possible before danger arrives, and accurately hit those ferocious mutant jackals.

But Qi Lang soon found himself separated from Gulf and them, as he had rushed so far ahead that he had left behind a considerable part of the soldiers who were responsible for the charge. He was so eager for this opportunity to make meritorious contributions that after running for more than half an hour, he still did not feel the slightest fatigue.

Quill at the front seems to have spotted the mutant jackals, and he gestures to stand still. Qi Lang clearly saw that he drew the cold and glittering Violent Tiger Sword, hid behind a rock, and looked forward cautiously. The soldiers all gathered their feet, each looking for his own hiding place, and the weapons in their hands were firmly grasped.

In front of Qi Lang, there was a rock about six or seven meters high, which was the commanding height of the surrounding fifty meters square, and the small depression on it was enough for him to stay. Without hesitation, he climbed up, put his bow in front of him, and reached out to pluck an arrow from his belt. Qi Lang had experience this time, and carefully looked at the tail of the arrow, no problem, it was a normal arrow, and there were no white chicken feathers on it.

Qi Lang inexplicably began to get excited. Yes, he also felt a dangerous aura, he was familiar with that aura, it was a chill that quickly penetrated from the pores into the blood! When the ferocious beasts appeared a few hundred meters away, their inadvertent roar or two would make people's scalps flutter.

But he was still excited.

It was an impulse, an urge to shoot a cluster of sharp arrows into that filthy skin!

Qi Lang saw that many of the corporals below were trembling, their faces were pale, and the weapons in their hands shook unconsciously, knocking on the rocks with a soft clicking sound. These are all very normal reactions for a new recruit, and anyone who wants to start a real battle for the first time will be a little scared. Except for those who had seen blood, like Felix, who had killed a mutant wolf, although Qi Lang was very reluctant to admit it, he did act more calm than the others, the third-level holy light sword in his hand was firmly rested on the stone in front of him, and his eyes were also extremely determined and confident. It looked like he was ready, planning to have his sword once again stained with the mutant's green blood.

However, the blood that Qi Lang has seen is the real blood.

That's enough blood to stain the entire Etrian River red!

Although his memory was vague, Qi Lang clearly remembered the bright red color! Although he was still a child of less than ten years old at that time, and he could not fight like a warrior, he still sneaked to the edge of the battlefield, lying quietly in a grass, waiting for those familiar faces to finally bloom in victory. However, he did not expect that moment to become a nightmare that he will never forget......

The memory flashed bloody fragments back to Qi Lang's mind uncontrollably, over and over again, and slowly, the hills shrouded in the gray sky in front of him seemed to have become an illusion, abruptly merging with the nightmare, like broken glass with terrifying images, flying up into the air, penetrating his thin body one by one.

Qi Lang shuddered in pain, his mind filled with shouts of killing and the roar of the dragon monster in the sky...... However, everything slowly fell silent, and the illusion faded away, and the surrounding scene became as real as the rock in front of him.

Qi Lang shook his head in a trance, and a voice seemed to cross his ears: "Retreat!" It should be Quill's voice, low and full of anger. When Qi Lang lowered his head and looked in front of him again, he found that the corporals who were still in ambush suddenly evaporated and disappeared without a trace!

At that moment, Qi Lang wondered if the voice belonged to Quill, because Lieutenant Quill was a well-known warrior, and he should rather die than let his soldiers back down. But when his eyes swept all the corners in front of him, he began to be convinced that he had really missed Quill's order!

If even Quill was a deserter, what reason did he have to stay here and cover the stormtroopers that didn't even exist?

Qi Lang jumped off the rock, and was just about to throw off his arms and run backwards, when there was a sudden sound of gravel behind him, "Boom"!

"Squeak!"

The arrows are flashing with cold light!!!, almost coming out of the string!!

But Qi Lang stopped in time, because where the arrow cluster was pointing, the hideous face of the mutant jackal did not appear.

It's Owu, the brown man who stands like an upright man-bear!

"Coward, did you get scared and didn't run away in time?" Aowu's eyes were full of contempt, "You are standing so high, you must have seen it, it is not a mutant jackal, but a mutant liger! ”

Qi Lang didn't reply, still snoring and panting. He was indeed frightened, but not because he had heard the name of the terrible creature, but because it had been too dangerous! If he didn't stop in time, he could guarantee that the arrow would go through Ou's throat.

But Owu, who had survived the death, still laughed unrelentingly: "Run, you bastard, don't get in the way here! I am ashamed to be excluded from the beginner warriors like you bedbug! I will wait for it here, I will first flatten its nose with my fist, and then see off its ugly head! Look, Oriental cat, I will trample you under my feet from now on!"

Qi Lang's eyes had calmed down, and his tone of voice was almost cruel and cold: "You shouldn't be so reckless, Owu, you really don't know how much mistake you made......"

"Get out, get out, you bitch!"

When Ou Wu roared like this, he found that Qi Lang raised his bow and arrows again, inch by inch, and aimed them from his chest to his throat, the tip of his nose, and his forehead......

The tip of the arrow slowly passed over the strong man who was stunned for a moment, and finally settled on a meter above his head.

"Let's go!!"

The low shout was short and powerful, and Auwu couldn't figure out for a moment whether to obey the order or continue scolding. Before his mushy brain could spin around, Qi Lang's arrow had already been shot!

"Whew!"

The arrow seemed to condense into a bright point of light in an instant, and flew like lightning. The cluster of arrows pierced the invisible curtain barrier in the air, and let out a piercing whistling!

"Whew!"

The earth-shattering howl behind him finally woke Ao Wu up, and when he turned back in horror to find the source of the sound, the scene in front of him completely paralyzed his thick nerves!

He saw a behemoth! Even though all four of its feet were pressed to the ground, it still looked as tall as two quills! Its charred black skin was dotted with many yellow spots, only a thick mane around its neck, and more than a dozen black bone spurs like spears protruded from its ribs, shoulders, and hips, and the tips of the bone spurs were muddy and crusted like burnt paint, giving off a disgusting fishy smell.

Just a few minutes earlier, Ou had seen the ugly creature from afar between the cracks in the rocks, but at that time, it still looked small, not much bigger than a mutant jackal. It was only now, when he was so close to it, that he really felt how terrifying the mutant liger was! He could now almost count how many whiskers the monster had, and its wrinkled and eroded nose was close at hand, and with a slight jump and a fist, he would be able to fulfill his previous rhetoric!

But Ou wasn't stupid enough to do that, especially since the mutant liger had gone berserk and was opening its fanged jaw with a terrifying roar. It had just been wounded, and it was not lightly wounded, and in its right eye, an arrow had been plunged deep into it!

"Let's go, Owu!!"

Qi Lang shouted out for the second time, and at the same time, he had already taken out another arrow in his right hand. And this time, before he could put the arrow on the bowstring, the wounded liger began to attack!

"Whew!"

It leaped over the top of Ou Wu's head and pounced viciously at Qi Lang!

Qi Lang dodged to the side in time, and sped through the rocks.

Qi Lang felt that his back was already soaked, part of it was caused by the sweat he had tired from running, but a greater part of it must have been due to the cold sweat that broke out from his frightened body.

The mutant liger had already shown its strength with this pounce! Its strong waist knocked several huge rocks to the side, but it was unharmed, and only its eyes were weak. But Qi Lang has already shot one, which means that it will be less likely to want to hit the other. And Qi Lang only had three arrows left, and he couldn't use up all his capital so quickly.

"Let's go!!"

Qi Lang shouted to Ou Wu for the last time, dodged one of the monster's attacks, turned and ran wildly towards the retreating route.