Facing this impasse, Qiao Gun walked up with a gloomy face. If he didn't stand up for his men, then undoubtedly his reputation would be tarnished!
"Immediately remove your gun Diaz! Do you want to start a war with us before slaying the mountain troll? "
Diaz's reply was squeezed out word by word from his teeth.
"I said, immediately, bury, the, spit, that, he, spat,!"
Qiao Gun unyieldingly retorted.
"Then you have to release him first! No matter who it is, after having a gun pointed at their throat, they wouldn't have the mood to do anything else! "
After Qiao Gun finished speaking, he signalled to Gale with his eyes. Gale slowly retreated, and was scared witless as he searched for the sputum he spat out. Diaz's malicious gaze was like a nail nailed onto Gale's body. Only after Gale had buried the sputum did Diaz put away his gun, and silently walked forward in large strides.
Diaz wasn't as calm as he appeared. That spit was like a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, shattering many things. Fragments of memories hidden deep within his mind swiftly floated up, as though he was suffering from floaters, uncontrollably stimulating his nerves.
"Diaz, you must remember, the dark forest at night is a hundred times more dangerous than the day, but … the benefits, are also a hundred times more. “
Captain Hosteve, who had deep wrinkles on his face, warned him seriously.
Same night, different people.
A rustling sound entered his ears.
"Shhh." The deeply wrinkled captain Geoffrey raised his middle finger. The ring on his middle finger was faintly glowing, on it were the letters ZH222. This was the abbreviation of the captain's beloved, his motivation to struggle in the realm.
After half an hour of lying in the muddy water, Diaz was feeling impatient, but he still earnestly nodded his head. His throat felt a little itchy, lightly coughing, he spat out a mouthful of spit. At this moment, he completely didn't know what this mouthful of fresh spit meant to those hunters in the forest.
20 minutes later, Diaz was frantically running through the dark forest. His forehead was bleeding, and his entire left arm was slowly rotting away in the digestive system of a savage centaur. Under the intense running, Diaz even started to vomit violently. However, he still refused to stop and worked hard to fight for his survival.
Nevertheless, 2 legs were ultimately not a match for 4 legs. Just as Diaz was about to be overtaken by a barbarian centaur, a tall and sturdy shadow suddenly pounced out from the side. That damnable gigantic monster fell to the ground. It was that deeply wrinkled man who was roaring furiously. Diaz didn't have the slightest intention of stopping. Fear and pain had already tormented him to the point where he only had the will to run forward.
That was why he survived.
When dawn broke, Diaz mustered up his courage and returned to the forbidden forest. All he found was a large pool of blood, a ring with ZH222 engraved on it, and... half of a ring finger with the ring on it.
"I saved your lives, you idiots! Diaz shook his head forcefully, trying to shift his attention back to reality from his memories. His muttering was very soft, only the people around him could hear it. Sheyan was one of them. Sheyan sighed in his heart. Obviously, Diaz wasn't a sociable person. If he didn't use his gun and instead used his mouth to persuade Gale, then the results would be as different as heaven and earth.
"Pay attention, we're about to reach." Crowbar's voice rang out. In his left hand, a faint yellow glow suddenly appeared. As though it was resonating with the glow, the trees ahead started to sway. Swaying left and right, they pulled their roots out from the soil and opened up a path. At the end of the path was a cliff, the cliff also emitted a faint yellow glow.
Looking up, under the illumination of this indescribable light, the trees and leaves all around reflected a dim yellow light. This temporary team continued to move forward, one step at a time. The cold rain was like cold little arrows, fighting to be the first to drill into their necks with the help of the wind, so that the cold feeling spread from their necks to the depths of their backs. Contestants who weren't mentally strong would often look around at this moment, feeling a sense of dread.
Standing at the front, Qiao Gun slowly pressed his hand against the mountain wall. Then, his hand directly penetrated through, and his entire body disappeared into the mountain wall. Only his voice could be heard.
"To prevent others from discovering us, Voldemort specially expended his own magic to create an illusion, sealing off this place. This is to prevent others from discovering that a mountain troll resides here."
Since someone took the lead, the group entered in a single file. When it was Sheyan's turn, he tentatively walked over. His vision turned dark, and the scenery in front of him was completely different. Both sides were filled with dense and tough tall shrubs, like a sturdy wall obstructing his path. A contestant attempted to approach, using his hand to caress it, but was immediately injured by the sharp thorns beneath the leaves. The thorns even carried a strong paralyzing poison, causing him to fall limp to the ground. Qiao Gun who was also a doctor injected him with a few needles before he regained consciousness. Someone attempted to use a machete to carve out a path, but the blade didn't break through the tall shrubs, instead the thorns scattered in all directions. Fortunately, the machete wielding contestant was prepared, and upon realizing something was wrong, he immediately took evasive measures. If not, he would have wasted his antidote needles.
With such a vivid example, no one was willing to approach the trees. After a careful search, they avoided the dense and troublesome shrubs, and arduously followed a crooked path forward. There wasn't any path in this forest, and the contestant in front had to carve out a path with his machete. After trekking through this difficult and muddy environment for roughly half an hour, Qiao Gun suddenly stopped, whispering.
"There's a stench, we should be reaching our destination."
At present, the rain was still drizzling, the leaves had been washed clean, emitting a refreshing glow. Logically speaking, under such circumstances and in the middle of a forest, the air should be relatively fresh. However, if one carefully sniffed, one would be able to smell a peculiar stench. The group stealthily advanced a few steps, and instantly discovered a wide open space in front of them. In front of the dense forest, shockingly there was a not too narrow path.
After seeing the path, Qiao Gun immediately ordered them to stop. Then, the group immediately constructed a temporary camp near the side of the road. The three high agility members of the Symbiosis sect swiftly spread out to investigate. After an hour, they reported back with various information. The surrounding geography was also transformed into a 3D image by Qiao Gun's nightmare imprint.
In this region, apart from the magic disguised entrance, the rest of the area was completely sealed off by those strong anesthetic shrubs. These shrubs were probably specially strengthened by dark magic, forming a natural barrier to prevent the troll from escaping. These shrubs and the undulating terrain formed a long and narrow sealed off valley. There was a river flowing in the middle of the valley. This river originally flowed underground, but when it flowed here, the riverbed rose up and exposed the surface of the water. However, this underground river flowed for about two kilometers in the valley before it returned to the ground.
Following the muddy path they discovered, they could reach the riverside. Over there, there were obvious signs of vegetation being destroyed. On the flat ground by the riverside, there were clear huge footprints of the troll. Obviously, the troll usually obtained food from this river. The east end of the muddy path led to the mountain troll's cave. Because they were afraid of being discovered, the scouts didn't dare to get too close to check if there were any mountain troll in the cave.
This environment wasn't too different from their previous plan, the only difference was that the road was slippery due to the rain, which would affect their running speed. Because of this, Qiao Gun specially consoled Sheyan. He explained that although the rain was prone to accidents, but the troll would also be affected. Moreover, the rain could cover up the scent of the troll. They could also dig traps nearer to him, which would make it safer for him.
"Why don't we dig a trap beside those cursed shrubs?" Diaz suddenly asked.
Qiao Gun helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
"I've already considered this possibility, but this would mean that Seaman would have to travel an additional 1.3km. More crucially, these poisonous shrubs were obviously designed by Voldemort to imprison this monster. Who knows how much it has suffered under them. Once it nears the shrubs, I reckon the mountain troll will turn and flee."
Diaz once again turned silent. Following that, the digging of traps was left to the members of the Symbiosis sect. Diaz was obviously incompatible with the rest of the party, searching for a hiding spot alone, and arranging his own escape route etc. Fortunately, the people who came had some achievements in terms of strength. The speed at which two or three people dug the trap was also very fast. In less than an hour, they had dug out a huge trap. The bottom of the trap was shaped like a jar with a small mouth and a big belly. It seemed like the disguise was rather good.
The Symbiosis sect obviously had experts in this field, and they were experts in disguise. Sheyan could actually directly step on the cover of the trap and run over. Once the troll stepped on it, it would definitely fall into the trap. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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