Sauron dared not get too close.

The hunters have the ability to counter-track, and the gnoll has a good sense of smell. If you pull it too close, you can smell the smell of strangers. At this moment, Sauron's figure has been completely shrouded in the shadow, and there is no trace at all. He moves in the shadow and will never be exposed to a position without shadows.

Close the distance from reading one by one.

Soren was moving slowly, and there was almost no sound of footsteps. There was a gray hare next to the bushes. Until Soren passed by a meter next to it, it was not aware of anything and was still busy eating something. You can see traces of a bonfire in front of it. It seemed that the hunters were still spending the night here, and there were skinned beast corpses nearby. They probably hunted and grilled a wild boar last night, and the wild boar still had half a pig's head not eaten.

A mixed orc appeared in front of him, looking fiercely at the foot of the mountain, rubbing his hands against the battle axe.

“%*&*(#…%*(……”

A series of sounds that Sauron could not understand at all came, which seemed to be the dialect of a mixed-blooded orc. He also read the purebred orc language a little. This language is not understood without special learning, so he can only judge based on its expressions and movements. The mixed-blooded orc seemed to be a little angry and kept pointing at the foot of the mountain as if he wanted to launch an attack.

The number of hunters has decreased a lot!

Sauron saw the high-level zombie in black. There was an extra sword wound on its face, and his eyes were staring at the mixed orc in a cold manner.

It seems that they have not completed the hunt.

"Something must have happened!" Sauron moved along the shadow, and sneaked around a hundred or two hundred meters to the foot of the mountain. His expression gradually became solemn, so the grass and trees on the ground seemed too vigorous.

He reached out to pick up a vine and murmured, "This is? The entanglement technique? No! It doesn't look like a simple spell effect!"

The power of spells will not last so long.

Everything in front of you obviously lasted for two or three days. These plants were full of vitality for some reason.

"Druid?"

Sauron read and read, and found that the foot of the mountain had turned into a sea of ​​plants, with green vines everywhere. These plants seemed to come alive, swaying gently in the wind, and traces of unreasonable activities could be vaguely observed. The extremely vigorous plants were like a barrier, blocking loopholes from all directions. Blood could be clearly seen in some places, and spikes on the vines pierced into the bodies of certain creatures, using their blood to maintain their existence. However, there were also traces of withering in areas close to the edge.

"Is this a revitalized plant? Or is it a divine power change?"

Sauron slowly pulled out his scimitar and dared not approach the vine that was obviously too vigorous. This kind of thing is definitely very difficult. The legendary wanderers may be trapped in it. Just look at the corpses inside the vines. Those are definitely the corpses of high-level hunters. They died at least 6 guys with a profession level of 15 or above on this vine. It seems that they have tried fire attack, but these supernatural vines are not afraid of flames when they read it.

Sauron saw the figure of the elves guards, and the number had decreased a lot. Only three people could stand. There were four or five people next to him who fell to the ground and died. They seemed to have died a lot. The elf nobleman with a handsome face at the beginning was still there, but he looked very embarrassed, with three claw marks on his face. His eyebrows were cut open, and his face looked particularly ferocious. Judging from the wound, the other party was attacked to his temple.

"It doesn't look like a divine power burst? Is it because of some legendary item?"

Sauron stared at the elves in the distance, his expression seemed a little desperate. He had been trapped here for nearly three days. Most of his guards died, and most of the rest were injured. They were obviously blocked by the hunters, and they had to hold on to the vines outside for so long.

Time reads the past one by one.

The despair on the face of the elf nobleman became more and more obvious. The guards said something in his ear, but they couldn't hear it clearly from the distance.

This vine cannot exist forever.

If no one came to rescue them, these people would definitely die at the hands of the hunter!

It was getting darker and darker.

Sauron quietly landed from the tree pole and slowly advanced along the shadow. The wanderer's patience was good, and Sauron's patience was even better. He did not rush to launch an attack, nor did he expose his existence. He was like a bystander, always watching the movements of a group of people at the foot of the mountain, maintaining a distance of about one or two hundred meters. Although the hunters were constantly arguing, their vigilance had never been put down. Sauron was sure to take a shot and kill, but he was not sure to retreat after taking action.

He wasn't close to the elves either.

First of all, Sauron did not have the ability to help them escape, and secondly, the other party might not believe him. He was not so enthusiastic that he could risk his life to help an irrelevant person. There were still twelve hunters in this group, half of which were about 12 profession level, and the other half were all high-level professions with a profession level of 15 orcs. The number of mixed orcs accounted for half. Although the high-level werewolf was very strong, his voice seemed to have weakened a lot.

The hunters were barbecue and they sent people to hunt a goat.

Some people tried to approach the vines, but immediately retreated after seeing the dancing thorns, and their expression seemed to be very scared.

Sauron sat on a tree, looking at the bonfire in the distance, then turned to the dark shadow at the foot of the mountain, and then took out a piece of dried meat and chewed it. At this time, the competition was patience, and the most important thing in hunting was patience.

The night is coming.

The hunters basically did not sleep, and were silent around the bonfire, and the continuous failure of interrupting rituals had already made them feel frustrated and angry.

The mixed-breed orc picked his teeth next to him with a dagger and stared at the back with hatred.

Soren heard a slight sound from the vine, but before he could move, the dark high-level zombie showed a grim smile. It quietly lurked over and approached in the dark night. The other hunters had hideous faces, looked at each other but had no movement, but instead slightly raised the sound of their speech.

An elf guard lurked out.

The vines seemed to be under control. They did not attack him. After leaving the vine range, he quietly sneaked outside, looking like a part-time job reading the Ranger profession. The people inside the vine were obviously nervously watching him. Sauron's dark vision had already taken effect. The night was not much different from the daytime for him. Shadow Warrior is an advanced profession suitable for night activities.

Say!

Just when the elf guard thought he had escaped and wanted to speed up the news, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind the bush, accompanied by a cold light. The sharp claws pierced directly from the abdomen of the elf guard. The werewolf pinched his neck with his palm, and then lifted him up directly. When the claws of his right arm were pulled out, the blood intestines fell directly. A shrill scream sounded. The vine was strangely silent. Then someone's angry roar came.

The gnoble raised the elf guard with a grim smile and walked towards the bonfire.

The two strong mixed-breed orcs stood up, looked at each other fiercely, then showed a cruel smile, and directly used a wooden stick to skew the elves that had not yet died, and then set it on the bonfire to roast!

A wailing sounded to the extreme.

The elves and nobles in the vine looked like white paper, and the remaining elves guards also looked pale.

Sauron put down the jerky meat.

He suddenly felt that he really had no appetite and silently collected the dry food. A faint scream was still coming intermittently. He held the scimitar tightly and stayed there. He looked up at the sky.

It's still early.

The moment before dawn is the time when people are most relaxed. Even high-level professionals will feel a little tired during this period.

The screams from the bonfire became weaker and weaker.

Sauron stared at the other side expressionlessly, and his palm holding the scimitar turned a little white because he tried too hard.

The air has a meaty smell.

But when the smell drifted out, the elf nobles in the vine suddenly spit out, and their tears and snot came out, and they looked extremely embarrassed. The hunters let out hideous laughter, and the mixed orcs picked up the unrecognizable corpse, tear off one of their legs and threw it into the vine, and said something loudly, meaning that it seemed to be roasted very fragrant and ready to eat.

An elf guard seemed to be crazy and wanted to rush out, but was still pulled by another person.

Because going out is also a death sentence!

The elf noble was completely limp and his expression was a little nervous, because the roasted thigh was thrown in front of him.

As a noble class, he probably had never experienced such a thing.

This is the real survival in the wilderness!

Sauron seemed very silent, his figure was in the dark without any trace. He kept paying attention to the bonfire and occasionally looked up at the sky.

It's almost the early morning.

The elves in the vine are almost at a loss, and the hunters' methods are not something that these pampered guys can bear.

Some mixed orcs are sleeping, but some are on guard.

The night.

The high-level werewolf's eyes were green and they kept watching the movements nearby. However, as time passed, it also closed its eyes gently. They had been around here for almost three days, and it also needed a little rest. The power of the spell was declining, and they found that some vines had withered, and it should not take long for these damn vines to disappear.

Soren looked here silently.

Although the high-level werewolf closed his eyes, his movements of sitting on the ground were still explosive squats, and he could rush out in just a moment.

It didn't fall asleep, it just closed its eyes and pretended to sleep.

Time advances minute by minute.

The mixed-blooded orcs with warriors were already snoring, the alert hunter looked slightly tired, and the zombie's posture was slightly tilted.

A trace finally appeared on Sauron's face, which had been expressionless. He narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the scimitar, and then slowly approached in an arc.

One read, one read, one read, one read, one read approaching.
Chapter completed!