The blue tinch lowered his body, slowed down his breathing, and followed the signs he had made before, and ran forward with agility.

His sword hung on his back, and the slender strips of cloth that had been wrapped around the sword had been torn off and thrown into the middle of nowhere. The dark red hunting suit was a bit conspicuous on the grass, so when he passed by the mud pond before, he rolled in it by the way, on the one hand, he could eliminate the aura on his body, and on the other hand, he could also adjust the color on his body to be closer to the surrounding environment, reducing the chance of being discovered by the demons.

After this hunt, it must be proposed to change the uniform of the hunting team, or at least change the color of the clothes.

He thought silently in his heart, and at the same time unconsciously recalled the experience of rolling in the mud pond before. The black mud is smooth and cold to the touch, like a piece of small bean cold cake that has melted in the sun, but it does not have the sweet smell of cold cake, but exudes a fishy smell unique to the grassland. I don't know if there was a wild beast in it, and Sable hated the smell very much, but he still pressed it into the mud and wiped it for safety.

So, until now, Sable—or, as it should be called, Sable—has resolutely tucked herself in her hood and refused to bother him.

A low growl rang out diagonally behind him, and the hood shuddered slightly. The young swordsman immediately regained his mind, his gaze sharpened again, and his running steps became lighter.

A few brief encounters gave him a very deep understanding of the cunning of this group of demon wolves.

They will pretend to be dead, can lure the enemy, can resist the temptation of the wizard's blood, strictly implement the orders of the head wolf, and will also carry out outflanking and assault according to the principle of the three-three system!

What's more, these demon wolves have rough skin and thick flesh, and if they don't hit the vital point with a single sword, they will only drop a few drops of blood, and they won't even have the effect of stunning.

They are not manic cannon fodder who are infected by a random bite of a demon, but have been infiltrated with demon blood while being infected. To understand it in layman's terms, the core members of this group of demon wolves, each of them has the strength of the wild demon king in the ordinary demon group, that is, almost a registered wizard, not to mention the white head wolf.

There is also a very fatal thing, which is quantity.

Blue Tinch was very suspicious, this group of demon wolves gathered all the wolf demons in this hunting ground, there were nearly a hundred! Although less than twenty of them belonged to that kind of core wolf demons, the other ordinary wolf demons became even more terrifying under their restraint and leadership.

This was not at all the number Xiao Xiao had found during his previous divination—he suspected that it was most likely the ghost of the wolf.

Blue Tinch believed that if he hadn't been hunting wild demons in the Qilian Mountains since he was a child, and replaced him with another hunter with less practical combat experience, he would definitely be lying in the warm stomach pouch of the wolf demons by now.

Even so, he still lost his pocket in the whirling battle with the wolf demon, which contained the armor horse talisman, phantom talisman, masking talisman and so on given to him by Zheng Qing, and most importantly, the communication talisman used to communicate with the hunting team was also in it. This left him with no way to give an effective warning to the hunting party.

So, now the blue is in a dilemma.

Either take this group of wolf demons beyond anyone's imagination to the camp of their hunting team, and let them face the raging beast tide in panic - if they haven't dealt with the monkey yet, the hunting team will be properly exposed to the risk of being caught on both sides.

Or, take this group of wolf demons around in circles again, and then find a way to notify the camp on the way. If it's possible, kill one or two aggressive guys, and you can lighten the burden on the family a little.

It would be nice if I had a law book with me.

As soon as this thought rose in his heart, he was decisively snuffed out by the blue finch.

Indecision, looking ahead, suffering from gains and losses, etc., these ideas are not what a true swordsman should have.

"I'm not alone. ”

The young swordsman thought so and pressed his body a little lower.

In front of him, the grassland was clearly divided into two pieces.

To the left, there is a low twisted yellow grass. The blue tinch knew that if he had been running forward for five minutes, there would be a small hill overgrown with mulberries - as the fat man always liked to call them - and these shrubs were covered with small and beautiful flowers, and the sable liked to bite them off one by one.

Skirting the hill, there was a shallow stream of water, from west to east, to the forest that had been burned by the Hunts. Going down the river, it didn't take him three minutes for him to see the familiar figures of his teammates.

To the right, there is a tall yellow-backed grass. The clusters of herbs of the subfamily were able to grow to more than a meter tall, drowning out any unevenness in his vision.

I couldn't see the ditches, the raised stones, the vines and wattles that were prostrate on the ground, like poisonous snakes.

The good news is that if he chooses to the right, he can easily disappear into this tall grassland, buying more time for his hunting team.

The bad news is that wolves will also 'stealth' in this yellowback grass. Grass stalks that are one and a half to two meters tall can easily drown most of the wolf demons' heads. If the hunter accidentally loses his way, what awaits him may be dozens of bloody mouths.

Blue didn't hesitate.

He backhanded the 'black gray sable' from his hood, and the mud on its back was already slightly dry. The swordsman's eyes moved slightly, his fingers were together, and he quickly wrote a few words on the back of the mink.

"Go, let them save me...... Tell them that the wolves are strong, a lot. ”

The swordsman, who usually has few words, spoke quickly in his mink's ear at this moment, and then raised his hand and threw it into the twisted yellow grass on the left. For the mink, fifty or sixty centimeters tall twisted yellow grass is enough to completely cover its figure.

And he himself, reflexively, threw himself into the yellow-backed grassland, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the sable landed, she stayed for a few seconds, twisted her waist, and immediately jumped into the Twisted Yellow Grass Grassland, and rushed straight to the camp of the Sin Hunting Team.

Ten seconds later, dozens of galloping figures came to the place where the blue and the sable separated.

Although the smell was already very faint, it did not affect the small differences between these wolf demons who had been transformed by demons to distinguish the prey. The slightly shorter gray wolf demon looked hesitantly at several tall black-backed wolves.

The big wolves couldn't pay attention either.

Soon, however, a low roar from behind them dispelled their hesitation.

With a few staggered howls, the wolves also diverted in the meadow.

A big black-backed wolf with two gray wolves adorned with the scent of a sable, while the other wolf demons, led by the rest of the big wolves, plunged into the tall yellow-backed grassland to chase the obviously stronger wizard aura.

The breeze blew, the blades of grass were swaying, and there was nothing left in the field of a mess of fallen weeds.