If you see a plain in the mountains, if you step on a swamp while traveling on a mountain road, if you suddenly enter the four seasons in the cold wind howling...... Don't be surprised, I know it's not scientific, but it's a hundred thousand mountains.

Of course, 100,000 is just a plural number, and no one is idle enough to count them one by one. What's more, no one knows the extent of the 100,000 mountains. To the southeast, it originates from cities such as Shanhai City. The north side goes straight to the northern wilderness, and as for the west, there are rumors that there is a desert over there, but no one knows what the end is.

Some people will ask if there are people willing to set foot in such poor mountains and bad waters? The fact is, there are, and a lot of them!

Everything is relative, and the more dangerous the place, the more countless treasures are often hidden. The 100,000 Mountains often tell the story of a lucky man who picked up a treasure and became rich overnight, which attracts groups of gold diggers to try their luck here. In addition, the amount of minerals in the mountains here is staggering. There are all kinds of gold, silver, copper, iron, and other ores.

Where there are interests, there will be disputes, and this is an unbreakable truth since ancient times. The four northern lords have been fighting here for many years for the mines. And looking at Jiashi, they will continue to fight.

Darren and the others got the news of the main force of the Gray Clothes Army in the city, and set off first in the afternoon. So after saying goodbye to Jack, Donn quickly went out of the city gate and chased after the team. As for those gangsters in the city who wanted to rob money, he didn't have the time to pay attention to them. After seeing the people watching at the city gate, several figures flickered and shook them off.

The speed of the march of the group was naturally not much faster, and Don ran forward like a storm according to the signs left behind. By this time it was twilight, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, there would have to be rumors of ghosts or something.

After galloping for about an hour and a half, Don estimated that he should be about to catch up with the main army. That's when it happened. His form suddenly stopped.

Then he took a few steps back and jumped lightly onto the thick tree beside the road. The tree is leafy and shows no signs of winter decline.

Don stared at the tree and saw that several branches had been skillfully joined to form a simple lid. However, it may be due to the cold wind, and a few branches fell next to it. The white marks that had been carved inside were revealed.

Donn's notion of a killer is ingrained in his bones, and every time he passes through a terrain, his eyes are always on the least noticeable corners. He also saw some of this lid-like arrangement on the road, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time. After all, it's too sparse and commonplace.

But this time, after seeing a faint white color underneath the lid, he couldn't help it. Once by chance, twice by chance. What about three or four times?

Don held out his hand, but paused for a moment. Then he followed the overlapping branches and felt to the side, and finally saw a sharpened wooden arrow two meters away. The direction was exactly where Donn had been before.

Smashing the lip, it's a simple trap. If someone randomly waved away the obscuring branches, the wooden arrow would instantly penetrate the person's body.

Don pulled out the arrows, then went back and gently brushed the branches, and immediately saw a piece of bark being lifted and a small white sword emblem carved into the trunk.

Touching those nicks, Donn frowned, it was not long ago...... Does the Gray Army have this way of leaving a mark?

Restore these devices. Donn jumped off the tree trunk and disappeared into the side of the road. Touch forward.

Darren once told him that the Gray Army's method of leaving signs is usually to leave marks on stones. This rather professional installation technique is not the work of the Gray Army, is it ......possible that someone has been following us all along?

The current scouts of this group of gray army teams are Don En, David, and Mi Xiu, and they are short of manpower, and they are in a hurry to move forward, so they have been probing in front, but they really don't care about the back. If someone hangs far behind them, there is really no way to know.

In the next ten minutes or so, Don saw two similar devices, both of which were also small sword symbols.

Finally, at a turn in the bushes, Don saw a group of seven people marching in various ways.

Light black leather armor and armed with a short blade, Donn quickly remembers the Bran Scout he killed in the jungle. However, these people were obviously more equipped, and he even saw one of them take out a small lighting crystal and look at something that looked like a map.

After careful observation, Don found that the cooperation of the seven scouts was very tacit, commanding, exploring the way, and letting the wind out...... Everyone has something to do at all times. In front of these people, those jungle scouts before them were simply scum.

Professional...... Since Don triggered the task of forming the Assassination Department, the old butler taught him some knowledge of teamwork assassination. After his eyes were opened, he couldn't help but nod secretly against the movements of these people in front of him.

Then, Donn narrowed his eyes and slowly dived forward. Praise for praise, but there's no way he's going to keep those tails behind the group.

After each section of the road, the scouts would stop to draw their route on the map and mark the trees. At this moment, the scout who was in charge of the wind was crouching on the tree, looking down condescendingly.

Boom -

Huh? Huo Ran, the wind scout, turned his head, his eyes fixed on a bush under the tree.

At this time, the wind pressure grass is low, revealing the dark yellow earth below.

The wind scout breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his head: "Hurry up, damn it's cold on this tree." ”

"What's the matter, the bunker device hasn't been done yet. The scout behind him didn't look back, holding a short knife and carving a small sword shape into the trunk of the tree.

I was bored, and the scout pouted and muttered: "I knew that I wouldn't come this time, the task is simple, but this group of gray-clothed soldiers is too damn capable of running." ”

This time, the carved scout ignored him. Soon there was the sound of pulling branches, and it sounded like the bunker device was being made.

Soon, the ...... Another cold wind blew.

The wind scout shuddered and curled up: "Your mother...... Haven't you done it yet? Are you using your claws? ”

"Don't worry......

Uh! The scout was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.

A deep voice blew through my ears, "Now it's your turn!"

The cold air went straight up from the tail vertebrae, and the scout subconsciously opened his mouth to warn.

But a large hand was already covered, and then the neck was cold. Whirring in the wind. There was a slight sizzle.

The thin curtain of blood was obscured by a large leaf, and the violent shaking was confined to a small area.

The pupils of the wind scout are dilated. Gradually darkening in front of my eyes...... How is that possible? When did this man touch it......

Don, of course, wouldn't answer the dead man's question, dragging the body back and stacking it on top of the carved scout.

These scouts have a clear division of labor, and it's really hard to find blind spots for a while. However, Don has long been proficient in killing skills now, and he can create without a chance. When the Wind Scout turned his head to stare at the grass he had deliberately triggered, Don instantly touched under the tree.

Let a killer get close. Naturally, what happened after that was logical.

Which one is next...... Below, three scouts were gathered together to study the map with illuminated crystals, one staring ahead, as if watching the movement of the Grey Army in front of him, and one was in charge of guarding the surroundings.

Well. That's it...... It's a wonderful feeling, like a game. A pile of wooden strips stacked on top of each other, Donn slowly sorted it out. Then, without alarming the other sticks, pull one of them out.

The vigilant scout was highly alert and only moved around the middle of the road. Never near the grass, apparently fearing a sudden attack.

Suddenly. Smack.

When the scouts heard this, they looked up and saw a half-cut wooden arrow falling to the ground beside the tree.

"Uh......" A slight exclamation came from above, followed by a pitch-black figure rising from the tree. Although it was covered by layers of branches, it was still vaguely visible that he was scratching his hair, looking a little embarrassed.

The scout with the illumination crystal frowned, then shook his head, and continued to study the map with the other two men down. The scout watching ahead also laughed. Turned his head.

The scout in charge of the guard walked over and scolded with a smile: "You kid have a snack, you can't do this little thing." Beware of the captain scolding you!"

Leaned over and picked up the wooden arrow, got up, looked up, and saw a figure silently floating down from the tree, straight in front of him.

Hmm, why don't you just throw it yourself, why come down yourself...... Before the scout could understand, a little cold light was already in the center of his eyebrows.

Burst...... A slight sound like a wooden stick dotting tofu sounded.

Spin, stir!

Such a heavy blow would have caused him to die instantly.

Don waited for three seconds, silent, and then placed the scout's corpse behind a tree. He then leaned over the surrounding grass and dived towards the scouts watching ahead.

Now it's time to fight, and they'll find out what's wrong in twenty seconds at most. If all goes well, he'll kill the scouts ahead and reach the remaining three. They were together, and Don was confident that he would kill them.

At this moment,

"Huh, what are you doing sitting there?"

Nima ...... I have to say, sometimes it really takes some luck to assassinate this thing. Falling wooden arrows lure scouts to come, and there is some luck in this. But it's clear that Donn's luck is running out now. It was at this point that the three of them finished their research, folded up the map and got up.

Bang, the grass shattered!, seeing that something was wrong, Don immediately rushed out of the hidden form and headed straight for the scout.

If you miss a blow and escape thousands of miles in an instant, this is the style of an assassin. But at present, the strength of these scouts is not enough for Don to make a move to retreat first.

"Be careful!" exclaimed from behind him.

The spy scout was also clever, and instead of turning around instantly, he chose to pounce to the side.

It's kind of interesting! Don En missed the dagger and secretly praised. The figure suddenly turned out ninety degrees against inertia, and came directly in front of the scout who rolled up from the ground.

Ding, ding, bang......

In the moment of the hand, the bloody dagger pierced the blade of the short sword, and then a flash of blade light reflected the scout's terrified face.

Sizzle!

Don turned around again, and quickly pounced behind him.

When the three scouts saw that their companion was just breathless, they clutched their throats and kept retreating, and they couldn't help but gasp.

The scout who had previously held the Illumination Crystal seemed to be a squad leader, and he was the first to react, pressing his waist and taking out the black object in his hand.

Whoosh! A blue light instantly rose into the sky.

"Scatter!" the three scouts burst out in different directions.

These reactions were not unpleasant, but Tang En had already killed at high speed at this time.

The choice of one of three can always be confusing, but it is very simple for Donne...... At such a close distance, let you run again, I can't mix it up!

Hurry up!

The figure that shot out instantly caught up with the scout on the right, and the man also made the same choice as the previous scout, and Xiangyou pounced on the side.

However, before he could complete this evasive action, the bloody dagger had already pierced through the back of the heart.

Bang!

Before the man could hit the ground, Don slashed to the left.

At this time, the scout had just run a dozen paces away, and when he saw the tragic death of his companion, he knew that he could not avoid it.

"Captain, run!" he roared, turned around, and brandished his short sword to kill Don.

"Courage is commendable!" Donn's flat voice flashed ghostly, daggers crisscrossing and blood lines shrouded in a net.

Ding, ding, ding......

Poof, poof, poof......

Under such a high-speed and dense attack, the scout barely resisted a few knives, and his whole body was like a broken blood bag, and the liquid poured out!

The attack was shot, and Don didn't see the result. Kick the ground, bang, turn straight, and chase towards the middle.

These two pursuits, attacks and kills, were just a matter of seconds. In such a short period of time, the scout captain naturally couldn't run far.

Passing through the bushes beside the road, Don saw him running.

The skill duration of Haste is ten seconds, so Don still rushes forward at a rapid pace. The distance between the two is constantly narrowing, narrowing...... Swing the dagger!

Bite!

The Scout Captain rolled to his feet on the ground, dagger in hand, and stared at Don deadly.

Since he caught up, Tang En was not in a hurry to attack at this time: "You know that I am chasing you, right?"

The scout captain was silent, cautiously adjusting the direction of the dagger.

"Identity, purpose, say, while you're alive. ”

It can be said that if Tang En hadn't delayed the meeting in Shanhai City because of the cheats, he really wouldn't have discovered this team of stalkers. And it can be seen from the blue signal that it is not only this team that is tracking. He was now curious about where the scouts had fallen from them, and what their purpose was.

At this moment, the scout captain flicked his wrist, and the short sword stabbed out quickly, striking at Donn's vital point with a little cold light.

Ding, ding, ding...... Bang!

With a stormy attack, the dagger was knocked flying, and the dagger fell, piercing the scout captain's thigh.

"Uh!" snorted, slumping to the ground.

"I'll still ask ...... in the way I know best," Don En suddenly turned around before he finished speaking.

Poof! A black arrow of blood erupted from the scout captain's mouth, grazed Donn's body, and landed on the grass behind him.

Laugh at......

Black smoke rises and blades of grass quickly wither!

Call...... Tang En spat out a turbid breath, looked at the black-faced corpse, and smacked his lips: "It's a ruthless person!"

The scout captain apparently bit the poison as soon as he caught up. After that, he attacked without saying a word, but it was just to get close to his body.

Donn tuffled his shirt with a twig, creating a stack of papers and bits and pieces of small objects.

Unfold the paper, and there were jumbled lines on it, like a map, but Don couldn't read it.

Unable to find anything useful, Don had to return to the place where he had fought before. There, Darren was directing the search. Obviously, they were also attracted to the blue signal. (To be continued.) )