Allen sat by the stream, and as far as he could see, there were tall trees.
His nose was filled with the refreshing smell of the forest, especially in this clear autumn. The smell of the forest was very pure, causing Allen to forget the autumn hunt and Babylon. He closed his eyes and immersed his heart in the tranquil atmosphere of the forest.
A wind blew past, shaking the leaves and making a rustling sound. That was the breath of the forest.
When Allen returned to the forest, he felt like a fish returning to the stream and a bird flying into the sky. This was his home ground, his world, so he did not resist this autumn hunt. He couldn\'t even bear Leon\'s dawdling and went into the forest early in the morning without even eating breakfast.
He went straight in and arrived at the B-grade area. Along the way, he killed a few dangerous species. The smell of rotten meat that tempted the giant lizard was made by Allen using the flesh and blood of the Berserk Wolf. Through the bacterial catalysis of some wild plants, the recently dead Berserk Wolf meat could emit the smell of rotten meat, thereby attracting prey that fed on rotten meat. This was just one of the skills Allen had honed while surviving in the wild.
Allen prepared to rest for a moment before continuing deeper. At this rate, he would be able to enter the E-rank area in three days. Berserk Wolves and Multi-eyed Lizards were not Allen\'s favorite prey. He wanted to hunt an Ice and Snow Tyrant Bear. Then he gave the bear skin he hunted to Horn. The weather was cold, and Horn might need a coat made of bear skin, or a rug made of bear skin for his study.
As one of his few relatives left in this world, Allen still hoped that Horn would be able to live a better life. Even with his status as the Patriarch of Bescot, he might not care about a Tyrant Bear\'s fur.
Even Allen didn\'t realize that after Lanny died, Horn, his grandfather, had gradually entered Allen\'s heart.
With family, you won\'t feel lonely.
Suddenly, Allen\'s silent heart stirred in the forest. Then, the sound of birds flapping their wings sounded behind him. A few groundhogs and snow rabbits emerged from the withered grass and passed by Allen. Allen immediately put away his backpack and picked up his gun. With a few leaps, he crossed the river and disappeared into the forest.
After finding a tall fir tree, Allen quickly climbed up the straight trunk like a spirit monkey. When he hid his body in the golden canopy, he vaguely heard the voices of people coming from the other side of the river. Through the gaps between the trees, Allen's eyesight was extremely sharp, and he could barely make out two figures appearing near the stream where he had just stayed.
There were two men. The one on the left was like a mountain of flesh. On his chubby face, the fats were squeezed together, especially his eyes, which were almost squinted. On his bald head, there was a tattoo that extended all the way to his neck. As the fatty's fat trembled, the tattoo of a magical beast moved like a living creature. The weather was getting cold, but Fatty was still bare-chested, only his chest and shoulders were wrapped in armor. There were patterns of energy conduction patterns on the armor, and the few pieces of thin armor that could be seen should be some kind of magic armor.
As for the one on the right, he had a special build and slender hands and legs. Both sides of his head were shaved clean, leaving only the middle one dyed bright red, living like a chicken's comb. He wore a black tactical suit and had a spear in his hands behind his neck. There were silver-white energy conduction patterns on the spear. It was obvious that it was a magical weapon.
Two men with magic weapons came to the stream, and Cockscomb said, "I think I lost him."
Fatty squatted on the ground and sniffed the ground like a hound. A moment later, he arrived at the place where Allen had rested. He pointed to the small stone beach by the stream and said, "He must have been here. The smell is here. It should have gone across the stream. "
"It's all your fault. Otherwise, we would have caught up to that brat long ago." Chicken Crown complained.
Fatty smiled foolishly and rubbed his head. "You're fast. You didn't chase after him yourself. So cut the crap. Without me, you might not have been able to find this place. "
"Yes, yes, yes. You're a tracking expert. Let's see how you explain it to Young Master Diego. You were boasting that you were an expert before. "
"There are times when an expert makes a mistake. Besides, the autumn hunt has just begun. There are plenty of opportunities, so there's no need to be in a hurry. " Fatty suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and a fierce light shot out from his eyes. "Besides, the most interesting part of hunting is tracking prey. If that brat is so easy for me to find, it won't be fun at all."
"I just need to finish the work quickly and get Young Master Diego's bounty." Chicken Crown shook his head and said, "Young Master is really something. There's no need to deal with a brat like this. He kicked us out early in the morning. "
"Isn't this because Young Master is eager to regain face?" Fatty closed his eyes again and returned to his harmless appearance. "What should we do now? Continue chasing or go back?"
"Let's go back first. We've run a little far. Young Master only has those three trash by his side. I'm not at ease. "
"That's right. Let that brat live for a day or two longer if he goes far."
The two of them walked back, and in a short while, they disappeared into the forest. Just as Allen was about to come down, his heart skipped a beat, and he still held his breath and hid in the canopy. Ten minutes later, the two guards came back. They looked around with their cockscomb heads and said, "They should have gone far. How unlucky. I thought that kid was hiding nearby and could lure him out. "
"It doesn't matter. Hurry up and go back. I'm hungry." Fatty patted his fat stomach and said.
"What a foodie."
The two of them talked as they walked and finally left.
Only then did Allen slide down from the tree.
That was Diego's guard. From their conversation, Diego was indeed looking for trouble with him. The two guards were around Level 15 and had a lot of experience. If the two of them worked together, Allen could only turn around and leave. He wasn't afraid of these two people, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that he could defeat two Level 15 guards head-on. These two people were not like the assassins in Black Street who didn't have high Origin Energy and didn't have any tacit understanding.
However, if Allen was given the right opportunity, it wouldn't be a big problem for him to break them one by one. The gap of four levels had yet to be so large that it couldn't be erased.
Diego was clearly going to deal with Allen now. Of course, he could ignore everything and continue to go deeper into the forest. But if Diego didn't give up, even if he ran to the E-rank area, he would still catch up. Without much thought, Allen turned back, intending to follow the two guards to find Diego.
He had to give Diego some trouble so that he wouldn't be able to chase after him unscrupulously. As for killing Diego, Allen just thought about it. Diego was a disciple of the Grant Clan, unless Allen could do it cleanly enough. Otherwise, as long as one of the guards ran back, Bescot would have to hand over Allen in addition to starting a war with Grant.
Allen didn't intend to kill Diego, but he could find some trouble for him, trouble that would make him think twice about his actions!
Among the two guards, the fat man was clearly an expert in tracking. Allen didn't dare to follow too closely, afraid that he would be discovered by the other party. As for tracking others in the forest, Allen had his own set of skills. He didn't need to deliberately use his eyes to see. Smells, footprints, and even the reactions of birds and beasts would give him enough information.
He kept a distance of nearly a kilometer from the other party, hanging two guards from afar and secretly moving in the direction of Diego.
A berserk wolf was lowering its body and hiding on a rock that protruded from the grassy slope. Below it, two snow rabbits were gnawing on the withered grass by the stream. The snow rabbit is a vigilant animal, but any animal would always lower its vigilance when eating. The berserk wolf patiently waited for the snow rabbit to eat for a while before suddenly bouncing up from the rock and pouncing towards its prey like lightning.
The moment the berserk wolf's body rose into the air, it was still in midair. A sharp piercing sound rang out in the air, and a battle axe spun high and shot towards him like an electric bolt of lightning. He pierced through the berserk wolf in midair, and even the Origin Energy attached to the battle axe exploded a few inches of the berserk wolf's wound. Wolf blood splashed everywhere, scaring the two snow rabbits below into disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, he turned from a hunter to a prey. The berserk wolf stomped on the ground a few times and lost his aura.
Diego jumped down the slope, so tired that the three guards hurriedly followed behind him. He stepped on the wolf corpse and stretched out his hand to pull out the battle axe. His own guards scanned the berserk wolf's sword teeth with a collector to register Diego's battle record. As for Diego himself, he was fidgeting with the battle axe in his hand, randomly hitting the stream, causing a puff of water and a few fat cod.
"Where did those damned dangerous species go? From morning until now, I've only killed two berserk wolves. It's not interesting at all." Diego suddenly pointed at the guard who was gathering information about his prey and said, "Go and find out if there are any wolf nests or lizard nests nearby. How long will it take to kill them one by one? I'm going to kill them all."
The guards looked troubled and said, "Young Master, we can't leave you alone."
"Bullshit, could it be that I'm afraid of those dangerous species? Besides, Fatty and Lu De are coming back soon. What's there to worry about? "
The guards looked at each other in dismay.
"Hurry up!" Diego shouted, intending to stab them with his battle axe.
The three guards could only nod in agreement. Each of them was in charge of one direction and dispersed into the distance. Only then did Diego sit down with his arms crossed and muttered to himself, "I wonder if Lu De and the others have caught up to that kid?"
At the end of his sentence, a thick figure suddenly jumped down from the grass slope, shaking Diego to the point that he was about to fly up from the ground. Looking over, it was the fat guard and the cockscomb who had returned. Fatty rubbed the back of his head and said awkwardly, "Young Master, we lost him."
"Lost it?" Diego's face pulled down. "Didn't you say before that you were very good at tracking? Did I hear wrongly? "
Sweat broke out on the fatty's forehead. "Young Master, this … I'm an expert, but sometimes I make a mistake. But I promise there won't be a next time! "
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