The face in the shadow of the cloak smiled.

They are indeed naive people. How could he not guess such a little thought?... Chasing is what he is best at. Over the years, countless hunters have died under his command. Whether it is a rabbit that acts like a wind or a tiger with infinite strength, there is only one end in front of him.

That is death. Like an old cat chasing a mouse, bit by bit, slowly and cruelly, exhausting all the opponent's trump cards, and then chopping them up lightly.

As long as the distance is enough, even if the other party is a hunter mentor, he will be confident of chasing and killing him.

And until the moment of death, the other party had never even seen his own face.

......

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield has become worse and worse. After years of war, countless corpses have been buried under this land. These corpses have now emerged in the form of dead bodies. The rotten flesh has formed thick and long flesh-and-blood tentacles, attacking all nearby things tirelessly and tirelessly.

Here, Lu Yuan finally understood why he was still forced into a desperate situation with such a powerful weapon in his hand.

The shapes of these tentacles have obviously been carefully studied, and their diameters are close to two meters, which means that the length of the knife is difficult to cut them in a cross-sectional manner, while the vertical and oblique strokes only form a wound on the tentacles.

This has led to the function of [Sword Oil] being minimized. Although the sword oil can prevent the aggregation of dead bodies, these tentacles separate the wound the next second they are cut by the sword oil.

The operation is that within about one centimeter of the cut of the sword, all the minced meat will automatically fall off, and the piece rubbed to the sword oil will be discarded, and then healed.

This means that cutting off tentacles has become an impossible thing. With each knife, you can only cut off a few taels of meat from the other party.

However, each of these crazy tentacles on the ground must be composed of at least a few hundred kilograms of flesh and blood. It seems that it is only a matter of time before the hunters are killed.

As for the idea of ​​"I want to use the different levels of attacks by the dead bodies against different hunters to distinguish who is the traitor", unfortunately I have not gained anything.

Because the controller who didn't know where to hide obviously had seen through this strategy, the purpose of those tentacles was not to "kill the hunter". Their attack was subtly maintained at the critical moment of "you must not escape, you must keep dodging with the most extreme efforts to avoid being shot to death."

To put it bluntly, it is forcing hunters to consume their energy and physical strength as quickly as possible.

In fact, during so many days of pursuit, the dead bodies have always maintained this way of fighting. Only those with the strongest desire to survive can survive to the end.

But if this continues, and when you realize who the traitor is, you will be exhausted. It will be impossible for you to escape or kill the traitor.

However, the order of No. 71 continued, and the hunters were still separated, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther, almost reaching a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

No. 71 didn’t know what Maori wanted to do, but at this moment, she seemed to be unable to think of any effective method, so she could only pin her hope on that guy.

Sudden......

“On there!”

I only heard a certain direction on the battlefield, Maori's voice suddenly came.

Maori's account now has strong physical fitness, so his voice is also very large. With such a huge battlefield area, his voice is still heard by everyone.

Fortunately, the eyes of these hunters were also very powerful. They all looked in the direction of Maori in surprise, and then even more surprised to find that Maori had stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction!

There? What's there?

...What else can it be, of course it is the pursuer!

That's right, Maori is talking about the pursuer! No one knows what he did, but suddenly, he seems to have confirmed the direction of the pursuer.

The next moment, No. 71 was like an underwater bomb leaving the warehouse, and with a bang, rushing towards the direction Maori pointed.

Of course, this place is not underwater, but the speed of No. 71 was so powerful that with the loud noise, the land around her was pushed away to both sides like water. The flying dust turned into ripples like water, sweeping away with a hurricane that could not catch up with her at all.

"Damn!"

Lu Yuan was stunned! Although he had known this No. 71 for a long time, it was the first time he saw this sister burst into such a terrible speed.

Of course, this speed will definitely not last long, otherwise, who can catch up with the secret information this girl gives alone?

While marveling at the amazing speed of the girl No. 71, Lu Yuan had to sigh at the girl's ability to move. No matter what, she and Maoli were considered outsiders. She could really believe Maoli, and at the first time, she burst out with such a speed of no way out. It shows how trusted Maoli is...or in other words, she was extremely confident in her accuracy in looking at people.

As for the last sigh, it is Maori. How did this guy know the location of the pursuer? Is this really a fucking reasoning? This is simply a mystery.

Just as he thought of this, a huge tentacle suddenly hit Lu Yuan, and Lu Yuan must have hurriedly avoided it and raised a gust of wind and sand. Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes like a conditioned reflex. At this angle, he saw the hunter with a full set of steel hundreds of meters away, fighting with several tentacles head-on. Within that area, wind and sand were dancing and flesh and blood were flying.

In an instant, Lu Yuan seemed to think of something. He immediately turned around and saw another far direction. He found that Maori was dodging and dodging under the pursuit of several tentacles.

"So that's it." Lu Yuan opened his mouth slightly. He seemed to have thought about how Maori reasoned out the position of the pursuer: "Is this kind of thinking ability really just a detective?" He cursed in his heart.

But the next moment... Lu Yuan saw even more disbelief that Maori actually looked at him.

Maori dodged the attack and Yang Qi's arm, making a [throwing] action.

"Swoosh!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, Maori really threw something in his direction. According to the current Maori power, the thing was thrown for hundreds of meters away and headed straight for Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan did not hesitate, and quickly stepped forward a few steps and caught the thing.

It was a stone.

A piece of paper is wrapped around the stone.
Chapter completed!