Chapter 1622 - Tough to Win

The ordinary wolf at the door was not an elf after all, its understanding ability was limited, Zhang Zian talked and gestured several times, it seemed to understand what he meant, turned and ran towards the forest.

The only ones who went out with Zhang Zian were Xinghai, Richard and π—to put it bluntly, they were the three most unbeatable elves. Snow Lion chose to stay with Fina, which was good because it would save the emptiness behind.

He trotted for a few steps, and when he was about to leave the deserted village, the feeling of being spied on appeared again.

In the second half of the forest trip, this feeling has appeared more than once, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, erratic, and sometimes the feeling of peeping is so strong that he thinks that he can see the true face of the peeping person just by turning around, but when he paid After all the actions, I still didn't see anything.

He didn't want to cause additional psychological burden to the elves, so he never mentioned this matter, and it had no practical impact, so why worry about it.

It was somewhat similar to Vladimir's peeping when he was in the capital. He didn't feel any malice from the peeping. Of course, it was different from Vladimir's probing peeping. This time the peeping was more like pure observation.

"Squeak?"

Seeing that his footsteps were slowing down, π asked with gestures.

"It's okay, let's go." He still buried his doubts in his heart and accepted it by himself.

The wolf led them for a while, and the more he walked, the more shocking it became. The surrounding thorns, weeds, and bushes were overwhelmed to varying degrees, and some places were still stained with a small amount of blood. There were hairs everywhere, including wolf hairs and cats. Mao, you can imagine the thrill of the wolves escorting Fina and Vladimir all the way to break out.

They entered a small forest glade, where the traces of battle were more obvious, and there was still a puddle of dried blood on the ground, with blood spots pointing from large to small to where they came from.

Obviously, this is where Vladimir was attacked.

It's just where are the fartui, old tea and enemies?

The wolf sniffed the ground. The smells here were too messy, and it had no professional training. It was not difficult to find Farui's smell from the complicated smells, but it was difficult to determine which way it went.

Richard was a hero just now, but now he regrets it a bit. After all, when he was following a large army, he could wave freely, and even if the sky fell, he would not be able to take his turn. My own life is in danger.

π was also very nervous, holding the stick so tightly that his palms turned white.

Xinghai is as usual,

He didn't seem to feel scared at all, even in this small battlefield.

Sudden--

Awow~owwow~owwow——

A faint wolf howl came from a certain direction, and it didn't sound too far away.

Zhang Zian breathed a sigh of relief, this should be Fatui, right?

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers, calling out to the wolf, "Is this your companion's voice? Is it Fartui?"

He could hear Fala's voice, but the howling of wolves... He sounded the same, maybe Shihua could hear the difference, but she wasn't here.

The wolf moved its ears, and seemed a little hesitant. After a few seconds, it ran in that direction and burrowed into the forest.

After walking for a while, the wolf walked more and more slowly. It tried to get its nose close to the ground to find the smell, but its eyes became more and more confused, as if... it couldn't find the smell.

However, every once in a while, there will be a faint howl of wolves from the front, the sound is not high, always not far away, as if leading them forward.

This weird situation made Zhang Zian murmur in his heart, could it be another trap?

But he had no other way to find Old Tea and Farui. Even though he knew it was a trap, he could only bite the bullet and move forward.

Walked for a while.

call--

Whizzing--

clatter clatter——

"Ho!"

"what!"

The sound of fierce fighting was faintly heard in front of him, as well as the sound of exhaling and shouting due to the fierce moves.

It's Mr. Tea!

Zhang Zian was refreshed, it seemed that it was not a trap, Lao Cha was fighting fiercely with the enemy, but he didn't know what Fatui was doing, and he didn't hear Fatui's voice.

It is rare for Laocha to meet an evenly matched opponent today. It may be slightly stronger than Emil, but Amir's moves are really weird, very different from the martial arts of the Central Plains. Using the flexibility of cat bones and joints, he often uses unexpected angles Fight back and smooth out the disadvantages.

In addition, Laocha is still worried about the situation of Vladimir and Fatui. It predicts that the emir must have other plans to separate him from Fatui. Push adapts to change opponents, so he brought it here for a decisive battle-this is what he figured out after he came here. He wanted to return but was entangled by Emir.

Amir has a solid foundation and weird moves. He is slightly fat but extremely flexible. He can't tell the winner after hundreds of rounds.

They don't stand on the ground like humans and punch and kick. Their battlefield is three-dimensional. From the top of the 100-meter-high redwood to the rough and dark rocks, they leave their claw marks everywhere, branches, leaves, The wild grass seemed to have been harvested by a meat grinder, and the pieces were broken into pieces. The grass pulp and tree sap flowed all over the ground, exuding a pungent smell.

All the animals in the vicinity, whether meat-eaters or grass-eaters, escaped cleanly and gave their territory to these two evil stars.

After two hundred rounds, Emil already knew that he was far behind the opponent in terms of skill and experience, and it was only a matter of time before he lost the battle, so he pretended to step on it, screamed, and fell to the ground from the top of a short tree.

Lao Cha was anxious to join Fatui, and when he saw this, he immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued him, intending to cut Emir off his claws.

However, Emil was lying on the ground, and one of its paws hidden under its body had already been shoveled into the soil. Seeing Old Tea approaching, the paw swung violently, and a piece of sand and gravel flew towards Old Tea's head.

"mean!"

Lao Cha was startled and furious, the opponent's kung fu seemed to be at the master level, but he actually used this kind of sandy and muddy tactics that are commonly used in street gangsters' fights.

It immediately bowed its head and chest, and the sand, gravel and mud crackled on its bamboo hat. Although its eyes were not fascinated, it knew that the enemy was bluffing, and a vicious counterattack would definitely follow immediately, so it had no time to raise its head, and then quickly backed away. The claws are placed across the front of the body to protect the vital parts of the chest and abdomen.

"^*&$Yx-on:%)(*&!"

As expected, Emil happily called out a name in a language that Lao Cha could not understand, and repeated the old trick of attacking Vladimir, stabbing Lao Cha's chest with parallel fingers like swords. In the martial arts of Kunlun Mountains in the Western Regions, fame refers to merit, which is translated as the finger of faith.

Old Tea was prepared, but the area that the claws could cover was limited, and they couldn't protect all the chest and abdomen.

Old Cha heard the sound of the sword's finger piercing the wind, and knew something was wrong, so he swung his heart and changed his claws from defense to attack. If the opponent didn't withdraw his finger, both sides would suffer.

At this time, Zhang Zian imitated Emil's fingering pronunciation and shouted: "Hey! Nima's light!"

He pressed the flashlight on Emil's eyes.