Chapter 126 Patience

Sauron did not dare to get too close.

The hunters have anti-tracking ability, and the gnoll has a very good sense of smell. If you get too close, it can smell the smell of strangers. At this moment, Sauron's figure was completely shrouded in shadows, and he could not see any traces at all. His movement was also in the shadows, and he would never be exposed to a position without shadows.

Getting closer little by little.

Sauron was moving very slowly, hardly any footsteps could be heard. There was a gray hare next to the grass. Until Sauron passed a meter away from it, it didn't notice anything and was still busy gnawing. what to eat. The traces of the bonfire can be seen in the front. It seems that the hunters are still here for the night. There are skinned beast corpses nearby. They should have hunted and grilled a wild boar last night, and the wild boar still had half of its head uneaten.

A figure of a hybrid orc appeared in front of him, looking fiercely at the foot of the mountain, rubbing the battle axe in his hand.

"%*&*(#...%*(..."

A series of voices that Sauron could not understand at all came. It seemed to be the dialect of the half-blood orcs, with a little bit of pure orcish language. This language was incomprehensible without special study, and could only move according to its expressions. To judge, the half-blood orc seemed to be a little angry, and kept pointing at the foot of the mountain as if he wanted to attack.

The number of hunters has decreased a lot!

Sauron saw the pitch-black high-level gnoll, a sword wound appeared on its face, and stared coldly at the hybrid orc.

It seems they haven't finished the hunt.

"Something must have happened!" Sauron walked along the shadows, bypassing the position of one or two hundred meters and sneaking to the foot of the mountain, his expression gradually became solemn. Therefore, the vegetation on the ground appears to be too vigorous.

He reached out and picked up a vine and muttered, "This is? Entanglement? No! It's not like a simple spell effect!"

The power of spells doesn't last that long.

Everything in front of me obviously lasted for two or three days, and these plants were full of vitality for some reason.

"Druid?"

Sauron approached little by little and found that the foot of the mountain had become a sea of ​​plants. There are green vines everywhere. These plants seem to be alive, swaying gently in the wind, and traces of unreasonable activities can be vaguely observed. Exuberant plants are like a barrier. Blocking the loopholes in all directions, blood can be clearly seen in some places, there are spikes on the vines that pierce the body of some creatures, and use their blood to maintain their own existence, but there are also signs of withering in the area near the edge.

"Is this an activated plant? Or is it a divine change?"

Sauron slowly drew out his machete, not daring to approach the vines that were obviously too vigorous. This kind of thing was definitely first-class and difficult to deal with, and any unlucky legendary wanderer might get stuck in it. Just look at the corpses inside those vines. Those are definitely the corpses of high-level hunters. They have killed at least 6 guys with occupation level above 15 on this vine. It looks like they've also tried fire attacks, but these supernatural vines aren't afraid of fire at all.

Sauron saw the figure of the elf guards, and the number had decreased a lot. Only three people could still stand, and there were four or five lying on the ground next to them. It seemed that they had died a lot. The elf aristocrat with a handsome face at the beginning is still there. But he looked very embarrassed. There were three claw marks on his face, his eyebrows were all drawn open, and his face looked extremely hideous. Judging from the wound, the opponent was attacked to his temple.

"It doesn't look like an explosion of divine power? Could it be because of some legendary item?"

Sauron stared at the elf nobles in the distance, his expression was a little desperate, he had been trapped here for nearly three days, most of his guards had died, and the rest were basically wounded. They were obviously blocked here by the hunters, and they were supported for so long by the vines outside.

Time passed little by little.

The despair on the faces of the elf nobles became more and more obvious. The guard said something in his ear. But it's too far away to hear.

This vine cannot last forever.

If no one comes to rescue them, these people will surely die at the hands of the hunters!

It was getting darker and darker.

Sauron quietly landed from the tree pole and walked slowly along the shadow. The wanderers were very patient. Sauron's patience is even better. He did not rush to attack, nor did he make any moves to reveal his existence. It was like a bystander, always watching the movements of the group of people at the foot of the mountain, maintaining a distance of about one or two hundred meters. Regardless of the constant quarrels between those hunters, their vigilance has never been let down. Sauron is confident that he will kill with one strike, but he is not confident that he can retreat after the shot.

Nor did he approach the elves.

First of all, Sauron did not have the ability to help them out of danger, and secondly, the other party might not believe him. He was not enthusiastic enough to risk his life to help an irrelevant person. There are still twelve hunters in this group, half of which are at about 12 occupational level, and the other half are all high-level occupations with occupational level of 15 and above. The number of hybrid orcs accounted for half. Although the strength of the high-level gnoll was very strong, the right to speak seemed to be weakened a lot.

The hunters were roasting meat, and they sent a goat to hunt.

Some people tried to approach the vines, but immediately backed away after seeing the dancing thorns, and their expressions seemed to be very fearful.

Sauron was sitting on a tree, watching the bonfire in the distance, then turned to the dark shadow at the foot of the mountain, and then took out a piece of jerky and chewed it. The competition at this time was patience, and the most important thing in hunting was patience.

Night falls.

The hunters were largely awake, surrounded by the campfire in silence, frustrated and angry by the successive failures to interrupt the ritual.

The hybrid orc flicked his teeth beside him with a dagger, staring at the back.

Sauron heard a slight noise from the vines, but before he could move, the pitch-black high-level gnoll let out a grinning smile. It quietly lurked in the dark night. As he approached, the other hunters looked hideous. They looked at each other but did not move, but raised their voices slightly.

An elf guard lurked out.

The vines seemed to be under control and did not attack him after he left the range of the vines. It is quietly sneaking out, looking like a part-time ranger occupation. The people in the vine were watching him nervously. Sauron's dark vision had already taken effect, and the night was not much different from the day for him. Shadow Warrior is an advanced class that is very suitable for night activities.

Shout out!

Just when the elf guard thought he had escaped and wanted to speed up his escape to report the news, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the bush, accompanied by a flash of cold light, and the sharp claws pierced directly from the belly of the elf guard. The gnoll grabbed his neck with the palm of his hand, and then lifted him directly. When the sharp claws of his right arm were pulled out, a large amount of blood intestines spilled directly. A terrifying scream rang out. There was a strange silence in the vine, and then there was someone's angry roar.

The gnoll grinned and mentioned the elf guard, then walked towards the bonfire.

The two strong mixed-race orcs stood up, looked at each other fiercely, and then showed a cruel smile, directly strung the elf guards who were still alive with wooden sticks, and then roasted them on the bonfire!

An extremely miserable cry rang out.

The faces of the elf nobles in the vines were like blank sheets of paper. The remaining elf guards were also pale.

Sauron put down the jerky.

He suddenly felt that he really had no appetite, and silently put away the dry food. The faint screams were still coming intermittently. He clenched the machete and stayed in place, looking up at the sky.

It's still early.

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

The screams from the bonfire were getting weaker and weaker.

Sauron stared blankly there, the palm holding the machete turned white, because it was too hard.

There was a smell of meat in the air.

But when the smell wafted out, the elf nobles in the vine suddenly vomited out. Tears and snot came out. The whole person looked extremely embarrassed. The hunters let out hideous laughter, and the hybrid orc picked up the unrecognizable corpse, tore off a leg and threw it into the vine, and said something loudly. The meaning seems to be roasted and delicious.

One of the elf guards tried to rush out like crazy, but was pulled by another person.

Because going out is also a death sentence!

The elven nobles were completely paralyzed in place. The expression was also a little neurotic, because the roasted thigh was thrown in front of him.

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

This is true wilderness survival!

Sauron seemed very silent, and his figure had no trace in the darkness. He had been paying attention to the bonfire and occasionally looked up at the sky.

It's almost morning.

The elves in the vines are almost collapsed, and the means of the hunters are not what these pampered guys can afford.

Some of the hybrid orcs were sleeping, but others were on guard.

in the dark.

The high-level gnoll's eyes are green, and it has been watching the movement nearby, but as time passes, it also gently closes its eyes, they have been around here for almost three days, and it needs a little rest. The power of the spell is fading, and they find that some of the vines have withered, and it shouldn't take long for these damn vines to disappear.

Sauron watched this silently.

Although the high-level gnoll closed its eyes, its action of sitting on the ground was still an explosive squat, and it only took a moment to rush out.

It didn't fall asleep, it just closed its eyes and fell asleep.

Time advances minute by minute.

The warrior-type half-blood orc was already snoring, the vigilant hunter looked slightly tired, and the gnoll's posture was slightly inclined.

Sauron's expressionless face finally showed a trace. He narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the machete, and then slowly approached in an arc.

A little, a little, a little closer.

………………(To be continued ~^~)