District 7, on a ruined street with dilapidated walls.
The corpses of twenty or thirty walking corpses were lying on the ground, their heads had been cut off or cut open, and the rotting bodies exuded a faint stench, attracting some bloodthirsty flies to fly over and gnaw on the corpses.
The five figures sat on the stone pile next to the corpse, took out dry food, and enjoyed the lunch of the day without being disturbed by the stench around them.
"If we hunt another Dreadclaw, our mission will be completed." Bailin ate the dry food while scanning the map in her hand, thinking about the places where Dreadclaws like to inhabit.
Gree next to him smiled and said, "Counting the discovery of the magic gold mine from hunting in the third area, after completing this cleaning task, the points you have accumulated, captain, should be enough to buy a drop of "angel blood". Scar has transformed again, you are the third senior hunter in our consortium. "
"It depends on luck." Bailin looked indifferent, not too excited.
"I believe Captain you can definitely succeed." Another dark-skinned girl complimented.
Several other people also hurriedly congratulated, seeming to be more confident than Bailin herself.
"Leave this matter aside for now, Gree, prepare yourself. After the next Dreadclaw is found, act according to the previous plan. If you pretend to be injured, I will send a message to the people in the "Black Pavilion", saying that we have encountered a rare gift. A monster, let them send someone with the magic mark ability of scent tracking. Bailin closed the map and said with a cold expression on her face.
Gree smiled and said, "Keep it on me, it's definitely pretending to be the real thing."
"However, will the consortium be willing to send that kid out?" asked the dark-skinned girl.
Bailin smiled lightly, and said: "Of course! You don't understand the consortium's approach too much. Now is an excellent opportunity. A few hunters in the consortium who have the ability to track magic traces will either perform tasks outside the wall. Or get injured. Although this kid is a newcomer and possesses a rare name-given magic mark, he is still an ordinary person without a "bright physique". Or school to cultivate it? "
The dark-skinned girl thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's right, when the consortium transfers this brat to our team, hey, then we can't let him be kneaded, and when the torture is exhausted, we will dispose of him and throw him into the corpses. Destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces, and then go back and tell the consortium that it was this brat who was reckless and scared away the rare named monsters we found, even if the consortium has doubts about us, there is nothing to say."
The others looked at each other and smiled.
Bailin narrowed her eyes slightly. She has been paying attention to Du Dian's situation during this time, and she has been waiting impatiently for a long time.
"Be careful not to leave any clues, and don't be traced by the investigation team in the consortium. Even if the consortium knows, it won't do anything to us, but the consortium is quite disgusted with such internal fighting and consumption, and will gradually marginalize us. , and even send us dangerous missions." Gree had a calm personality, and instructed Bailin.
"Naturally." Bailin said calmly.
Several people chatted while eating, and soon the meal was over. Bailin stood up and patted the dust on her body, and said, "Go to the Red Lake area later, there may be traces of Dreadclaw there."
"Hmm." Several people nodded.
After tidying up, everyone followed Bailin and followed the guidance of the map to a place where there was a lake on the map.
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Du Dian felt the cold crystals gradually disappear in the palm of his hand. In just a short moment, he had absorbed thirty cold crystals, and he still didn't feel any discomfort in his body. Instead, his vision and hearing had improved a lot, especially his sense of smell, which he could only vaguely sense before. The approximate location of Bailin's woman can be narrowed down to within a thousand meters in diameter at this moment.
While absorbing it, Du Dian quietly followed the smell, and at the same time applied a new layer of walking corpse powder on his body to ensure that the smell would not be noticed by the other party.
When he absorbed hundreds of cold crystals, Du Dian gradually felt a burst of dryness and heat in his body, and his body temperature seemed to rise a lot. He immediately stopped, not daring to continue to absorb the cold crystals. At the same time, he was secretly frightened. It's an addictive refreshing feeling, and when you come back to your senses, you will be a little bit afraid. You must know that each of these cold crystals is the size of a ping-pong ball, and even if hundreds of them melt into water, it will still hold the capacity of several bottles.
At this moment, it flows into the body like this, even if such a large amount of salt water is suspended at one time, it will make people uncomfortable.
As he stopped absorbing the cold crystals, Du Dian felt that his body temperature gradually returned to normal. He was relieved and did not dare to continue to absorb too much at one time. He wrapped up the remaining cold crystals, found a place to hide them along the way, and carried them on his back. Bow and quiver, sneaking after Bailin's scent.
The distance between the two was getting closer, and Bailin and the others moved at a slower speed, as if they were still hunting along the way. But Du Dian was smeared with walking corpse powder, sneaked and galloped at full speed, and approached in a straight line all the way.
"Ambush, shoot, my range is too close, even if I kill Bailin in seconds, the other people around her will find me and kill me." Du Dian chased like a hound, while his mind turned quickly, "Bow and arrow alone, Not enough! You can only rely on third-party power, that is, equipment and the environment! Traps are also a kind of equipment. Although they are thieves' equipment, there is no rule that hunters cannot use traps, but the production is too rough. If there are thieves among them, Definitely not going to be fooled…”
His eyes were deep, and many thoughts flickered in his mind.
time flies.
In a blink of an eye, two days passed.
It was the rainy season at this moment, the sky outside the wall was cloudy, and the light was dim during the day, illuminating the ruined city as desolate as the doomsday.
A heavy rain had just washed the air, and the smell of rot in the air seemed much fresher.
In the Red Lake area, on the edge of the vast lake, weeds grow extremely densely, completely covering the road by the lake. The sightseeing boats tied by the lake have long since rotted away. The shadows of the boats are like skeletons. His boat had long been sunk, leaving only a piece of rotten rope tethered weakly to the shore, gently shaking with the waves of the lake, it could be torn apart with a little force.
Bailin and the others squatted by the side of a bush, watching the surroundings secretly. They have been here for two days, and judging from the past hunting camps, it is neither too long nor too short.
"There is no smell of the Dreadclaw. The footprints were left many days ago, and they should have gone far away." The dark-skinned girl lost her patience.
Bailin said in a deep voice: "Since it has been here before, it will definitely come again."
Several people could only continue to hold their breath and wait. Suddenly, Gree's nose moved slightly, his face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "We are being followed."
"Stalking?" Bailin was taken aback, with a flash of killing intent in her eyes, and said, "Is it another team?"
"No, there's only one person." Gree frowned.