Abyss Domination

Chapter 126: patience

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Sauron didn't dare to get too close.

The hunters have the ability to track back, and the wolf man has a very good sense of smell. If it gets too close, it can smell the smell of strangers. At this moment, Sauron's figure has been completely shrouded in shadow, and no trace can be seen at all. He also moves under the shadow, and will never be exposed to a position without shadow.

The distance is getting closer little by little.

Sauron was advancing very slowly, and he could hardly hear any footsteps. There was a gray hare beside the grass. Until Sauron passed a meter away from it, it didn't notice anything, and was still busy gnawing on it. What to eat. Traces of the bonfire can be seen ahead. It seems that the hunters are still staying here overnight. There are skinned beast carcasses nearby. They should have hunted and grilled a wild boar last night, and the wild boar still has half of its head uneaten.

A half-breed orc figure appeared in front of him, looking fiercely at the foot of the mountain, rubbing his tomahawk in his hand.

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

There came a series of voices that Sauron could not understand at all. It seemed to be the dialect of mixed-blood orcs, and there was a little bit of pure-bred orc language. This language is incomprehensible without special study. It can only be heard based on its expressions and movements. To judge, the half-breed orc seemed a little angry, and kept pointing at the foot of the mountain as if wanting to attack.

The number of hunters has decreased a lot!

Sauron saw the pitch-black high-ranking gnoll, with a sword wound on its face, staring at the hybrid orc coldly.

It doesn't seem like they're done hunting.

"Something must have happened!" Sauron moved forward along the shadows, avoiding a position of one or two hundred meters and sneaking towards the foot of the mountain. His expression gradually became serious, so the vegetation on the ground seemed too exuberant.

He reached out and picked up a vine, and murmured, "This is? Entanglement? No! It's not like a pure magic 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 turned into a sea of plants, and there were green vines everywhere. These plants seemed to come alive, swaying gently with the wind, and one could vaguely observe unreasonable things. traces of activity. The extremely vigorous plants are like a barrier, blocking the loopholes in all directions. In some places, blood can be clearly seen. The spikes on the vines have pierced the bodies of some creatures, using their blood to maintain their own existence, but in the places near the edge Areas also show signs of withering.

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

Sauron slowly pulled out the scimitar, not daring to get close to the vines that were obviously too vigorous. This kind of thing is absolutely difficult to deal with, and if you are unlucky, the legendary wanderer may get stuck in it. Just look at the corpses in those vines. Those are definitely the corpses of high-level hunters. They have killed at least 6 guys with a professional level of 15 or above on this vine. It seems that they also tried fire attacks, but these supernatural vines are not afraid of fire at all.

Sauron saw the figures of the elf guards, and the number had decreased a lot. Only three of them could still stand, and four or five of them were lying on the ground beside them. It seemed that a lot of them had died. The elf nobleman with a handsome face at the beginning is still there, but he looks very embarrassed. There are three claw marks on his face, his eyebrows have been cut open, and his face looks extremely ferocious. Judging from the wounds, the other party was almost attacked. temple.

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

Sauron stared at the elven nobles in the distance, his expression looked a bit desperate, he had been trapped here for nearly three days, most of his guards died, and the rest were basically wounded. They were obviously blocked here by the hunters, relying on the vines outside to support them for so long.

Time passed bit by bit.

The despair on the face of the elf nobleman became more and more obvious. The guard said something in his ear, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

This vine cannot exist forever.

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

It was getting darker and darker.

Sauron landed quietly from the tree pole and slowly moved forward along the shadows. The patience of wanderers was very good, but Sauron's patience was even better. He didn't rush to launch an attack, and he didn't make any movements to reveal his existence. He was like a bystander, watching the movement of the group of people at the foot of the mountain all the time, maintaining a distance of about one or two hundred meters. Regardless of the constant disputes among those hunters, their vigilance has never let go. Sauron is sure that he will kill with one blow, but he is not sure 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 other hunters in this group, half of them have a career level of around 12, and the other half are all high-level professionals with a career level of 15 or above. The number of mixed orcs accounted for half. Although the strength of the high-level wolf man was very strong, his right to speak seemed to be weakened a lot.

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

Some people approached those vines tentatively, but immediately retreated after seeing the dancing thorns, and their expressions seemed to be very fearful.

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

Night fell.

The hunters basically didn't sleep, surrounded by the bonfire in silence, and the continuous failure to interrupt the ceremony had made them feel frustrated and angry.

The half-breed orc was picking his teeth with a dagger, and stared at the back hatefully.

Sauron heard a slight noise coming from the vine, but before he could move, the dark high-ranking gnoll let out a sneer, and it lurked past quietly, bit by bit in the dark night. As they got closer, the other hunters looked at each other with ferocious faces, but they didn't move. Instead, they raised their voices a little.

An elf guard lurks out.

The vines seemed to be under control and did not attack him. After he left the range of the vines, he sneaked outside, as if he had taken part-time job as a ranger. The people inside the vines were obviously watching him nervously. Sauron's dark vision had already taken effect. To him, the night was not much different from the day. Shadow Warrior was an advanced class that was very suitable for activities in the dark.

Wordy!

Just when the elf guard thought he had already escaped and wanted to speed up to report the news, suddenly a black shadow jumped out from behind the bushes, accompanied by a flash of cold light, and sharp claws pierced directly from the elf guard's abdomen. The jackal pinched his neck with his palm, and then lifted him up. When the sharp claw of his right arm was pulled out, a large piece of blood intestines spilled out. An incomparably shrill scream sounded, and the vines became strangely silent, and then there was an angry mournful roar from someone.

Gnoll grinned grinningly and lifted the elf guard, then walked towards the campfire.

The two strong mixed-breed orcs stood up, looked at each other fiercely, and then showed a cruel smile. They directly used wooden sticks to skewer the elf guard who was still alive, and then set them on the bonfire to roast!

An extremely miserable howl sounded.

The faces of the elf nobles in the vines were as white as paper, and the faces of the remaining elf guards were also pale.

Sauron put down the jerky.

He suddenly felt that he really didn't have much appetite, and silently put away the dry food. The faint screams were still heard intermittently. He clenched his scimitar tightly and stayed where he was, looking up at the sky.

It's still early.

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

The screams from the campfire became weaker and weaker.

Sauron stared at that side expressionlessly, the palm holding the scimitar turned white, it was because of too much force.

There was a smell of meat in the air.

But when this smell wafted out, the elf nobleman inside the vine suddenly vomited out, tears and snot coming out from the vomit, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed. The hunters laughed ferociously, and the mixed-breed orc picked up the unrecognizable corpse, tore off a leg and threw it into the vine, and said something loudly, which seemed to mean that it was roasted so deliciously that it could be eaten.

An elf guard tried to rush out like crazy, but was held back by another person.

Because going out is also sending you to death!

The elf nobleman was completely paralyzed in place, with a nervous expression on his face, because the roasted thigh was thrown in front of him.

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

This is the real wilderness survival!

Sauron seemed very silent, his figure was without trace in the darkness, he kept paying attention to the side of the campfire, and occasionally raised his head to look at the sky.

It was almost morning.

The elves in the vines are almost on the verge of collapse, and the methods of the hunters are not something these pampered guys can bear.

Some of the orc hybrids were sleeping, but others were on the alert.

In the dark.

The high-ranking wolf man's eyes were green, and he kept watching the movement nearby, but as time passed, he also closed his eyes gently. They have been surrounded here for almost three days, and he also needs a little rest. The power of the spells is declining, and they found that some vines have withered, and it shouldn't take long for these damn vines to disappear.

Sauron watched silently.

Although the high-level Gnoll closed his eyes, his movement of sitting on the ground was still an explosive squat, and he could rush out in just a moment.

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

Time advances minute by minute.

There was already a warrior half-breed orc snoring, the vigilant hunter looked slightly tired, and the wolf man's posture was slightly tilted.

Sauron finally showed a trace of expression on his expressionless face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the scimitar, and then slowly approached in an arc.

A little bit, a little bit, a little closer.