Chapter 167 Sticking Point

Faced with the stalemate, the crowbar came forward, his face gloomy. If he didn't stand up for his people at this time, he would undoubtedly lose his prestige!

"Get the gun away now, Das! Do you want to start a war with us before you take down the mountain troll?"

Das's answer seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, word by word:

"I said, immediately, bury, the, spit, he, spit, out!"

The crowbar retorted forcefully:

"Then you have to let him go first! No one is likely to be in the mood to do anything else when a gun is pointed at their throat!"

After the crowbar finished speaking, he winked at Geli. Geli began to slowly retreat, then scurried around to find the phlegm he had spat out. Das's sinister gaze was like a nail hammered into Geli, until Geli buried the phlegm deep in the ground according to his request. Only then did he put away his gun and silently started to stride forward.

Das was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. That mouthful of phlegm was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, shattering many things. Some fragments hidden deep in his memory quickly floated up, stimulating his nerves uncontrollably like floaters in the eye.

"Das, you must remember that the Black Forest at night is a hundred times more dangerous than during the day, but... the benefits are also a hundredfold."

Captain Ghosteve, with deep wrinkles, earnestly warned him.

The same night, different people.

The sound in his ear was rustling.

"Shhh," Captain Ghosteve, with deep wrinkles, held up his middle finger. The ring on his middle finger glowed slightly, with the five letters zh222 on it, the abbreviation of the name of the person his captain loved most, the motivation for his struggle in this space.

Although Das felt very impatient after lying prone in the mud for half an hour, he nodded seriously. He felt a little itchy in his throat, coughed lightly, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm. At this time, he had no idea what this fresh phlegm meant to those who were good at hunting in the forest.

Twenty minutes later, Das was running wildly in the Black Forest, blood flowing from his forehead. His entire left arm was slowly rotting in the digestive system of an extremely ferocious Savage Horseman. Under the extremely violent running, Das even began to vomit violently, but he still refused to stop his pace, striving for his survival.

However, two legs were ultimately no match for four legs. Just as Das was about to be overtaken by a Savage Horseman, a burly black shadow suddenly pounced out from the side, knocking the damned huge monster to the ground. It was that roaring man with deep wrinkles. Das didn't stop at all, the fear and pain had tortured him to the point where he only had the consciousness to run forward.

So he survived.

When dawn broke, Das mustered up his courage again and returned to the place in the Forbidden Forest. What he found was a large pool of blood, a ring engraved with zh222, and... half of a ring finger wearing the ring.

"I saved you morons' lives!" Das shook his head vigorously, trying to shift his energy from his memories back to reality. His muttering was very soft, only a few people around him could hear it, including Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan sighed slightly in his heart. Obviously, Das was a very poor communicator. If he had used his mouth instead of his gun to persuade Geli, then the effect would have been worlds apart.

"Attention, we're almost there," the crowbar's voice sounded. In his left hand, a faint yellow light suddenly appeared. Seeming to echo that ball of light, the trees in front began to tilt, then swayed from side to side, pulling their roots out of the soil and opening a path. At the end of the road was a rock wall, and the rock wall also had a faint yellow light.

Looking up at this time, under the illumination of this indescribable light, the leaves of the trees everywhere reflected a dim yellow light. This temporary team continued to move forward, stepping deep and shallow. The cold rain, like cold little arrows, eagerly borrowed the power of the wind to drill into their necks, so that the cool feeling spread from the neck to the depths of the back. Contractors with poor psychological qualities often looked around at this time, feeling fear spontaneously arising.

The crowbar, standing at the front, slowly pressed his hand against the mountain wall, and then his hand directly penetrated it. Then his whole person disappeared into the rock wall, and only his voice came:

"In order to avoid being discovered, Voldemort specially used his magic power to set up an illusion, sealing this place off to prevent people from discovering that a mountain troll lives here."

Since someone took the lead, the group filed in one after another. When it was Fang Senyan's turn, he also tentatively walked over, and felt a darkness in front of his eyes, then the scenery that appeared in front of him was completely different. Both sides were filled with dense and tenacious tall shrubs, which played a blocking effect like solid and dense walls. A contractor tried to approach and touched it with his hand, but was immediately injured by the thorns growing under the leaves. These thorns also carried a highly paralyzing venom. He immediately collapsed on the ground, and the crowbar, who was also a doctor, had to inject several needles before he woke up. Someone tried to cut out a passage with a machete, but a single knife might not break this tall shrub, and the small thorns on it would fly everywhere. Fortunately, the contractor who wielded the knife was prepared, and immediately took evasive measures when he realized something was wrong, otherwise, he would have had to waste that kind of antidote injection again.

After this vivid example, no one wanted to approach this kind of tree again. After a careful search, they avoided this dense and difficult shrub in the dense forest and moved forward with difficulty along

a winding route. There was no road at all in this jungle, but the contractors who led the way used knives to clear the way. After wading through this difficult and muddy environment for about half an hour, the crowbar suddenly stopped and said in a low voice:

"There's a stench, we should be at our destination."

At this time, the rain was still pattering, and the leaves were washed clean, flashing with a refreshing light. It stands to reason that in this situation, being in the forest, the air should be quite fresh, but if you sniffed carefully, you could indeed smell a special stench. The group sneaked a few more steps forward, and suddenly realized that the front was suddenly clear. In the dense forest in front, a road that was not too narrow suddenly appeared.

After seeing the road, the crowbar immediately ordered them to stop, and then the group immediately built a temporary camp near the side of the road. Three agile members of the Symbiosis Society quickly dispersed to conduct reconnaissance, and after an hour, they successively fed back various information. The geographical environment nearby was also presented by the crowbar's Nightmare Imprint in a 3D holographic image.

This area, except for the magically disguised exit they had entered from before, was all surrounded and closed off by that tall shrub with a strong anesthetic effect. These shrubs should have been specially strengthened by black magic, forming a natural barrier to prevent the mountain troll from escaping. These shrubs, together with the undulating terrain that was already there, formed a long and narrow closed valley. A river flowed through the middle of the valley. This river originally traveled underground, but when it flowed here, the riverbed rose and the water surface was exposed on the ground. However, this underground river re-entered the ground after traveling about two kilometers in the valley.

Walking west along the muddy dirt road they had just discovered would bring them to the river. There, there were obvious signs of vegetation being destroyed, and there were clear giant footprints of the mountain troll on the flat ground by the river. Obviously, the mountain troll usually obtained food in this river. The east end of the dirt road led to the earthen cave dug out by the mountain troll to live in. Because they were afraid of being discovered, the scouts did not dare to get too close to confirm whether there was a mountain troll in the cave.

This environment was not much different from what was planned before. The only difference was that the slippery road surface caused by the rain would affect the running speed. For this reason, the crowbar specially pulled Fang Senyan aside to comfort him, saying that although rain was prone to accidents, the giant troll would also be affected, and that the rain could cleverly cover up the scent. They could also dig traps closer, and Fang Senyan would be able to be safer.

"Why don't we dig traps next to those devil-cursed shrubs?" Das suddenly said.

The crowbar shrugged helplessly:

"I've already considered this possibility, but it means that the seaman would have to run an extra 1.3 kilometers. More importantly, these poisonous shrubs are obviously set up by Voldemort to imprison this monster. It doesn't know how much suffering it has already endured on them. If it gets close to the shrubs, the mountain troll will probably turn around and run away."

Das became silent again. The Symbiosis Society members were responsible for digging traps and setting up mechanisms. Das still seemed out of place with the entire team, finding a hiding place by himself, setting up his own retreat route, and so on. Fortunately, the people who came here were all accomplished in strength. The speed at which two or three people dug traps was also very fast. In less than an hour, they had dug a huge trap, and the bottom formed a urn-shaped shape with a small mouth and a large belly. It looked quite well disguised.

And there were obviously experts in this area in the Symbiosis Society, who were also very good at disguising traps. Fang Senyan could actually run over the trap cover, which was disguised to be no different from the ground, but once the mountain troll stepped on it, it would definitely be tricked.