Ayss Domination

Sauron didn't dare to get too close.

The hunters have anti-tracking capabilities, and the jackals have a good sense of smell, and they can smell strangers if they are too close.At this moment, Sauron's figure has been completely shrouded in the shadow, and no trace can be seen at all. He is moving in the shadow, and will never be exposed to a shadowless position.

The distance is getting closer.

Sauron was moving very slowly, and he could hardly hear any footsteps. There was a gray hare beside the grass. Until Sauron passed by one meter beside it, he did not notice anything, and was still gnawing busy. What to eat.You can see traces of a bonfire ahead. It seems that the hunters are still here overnight. There are skinned beast corpses nearby. They should have hunted and grilled a wild boar last night. The wild boar still had half of the pig's head not eaten.

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

"%*&*(@#……%*(……"

A series of sounds that Sauron can't understand at all came out. It seemed to be a dialect of a mixed-blood orc, with a little purebred orc language. This language is not understandable without special learning, and can only be based on 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 black high-ranking jackal with a sword wound on its face, staring at the mixed orc with gloomy eyes.

It seems that they have not finished hunting.

"Something must have happened!" Sauron walked along the shadows, bypassing 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? Winding technique? No! It's not like a pure magic effect!"

The power of spells will not last so 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, and there were green vines everywhere. These plants seemed to come alive, swaying gently with the wind, and unreasonable things could be vaguely observed. Traces of activity.The vigorous plant is like a barrier, blocking loopholes in all directions. In some places, blood can be clearly seen. There are spikes on the vines that have penetrated into the body of certain creatures. They use their blood to maintain their own existence, but near the edge There are also signs of withering in the area.

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

Sauron slowly pulled out the scimitar, not daring to approach the vine, which was obviously too vigorous. This kind of thing is definitely a first-class difficulty, and if luck is not good, the legendary rogue may be trapped inside.Just look at the corpses in the vines. Those are definitely the corpses of high-level hunters. They killed at least 6 guys with a professional level of 15 or more on this vine.It seems that they have also tried the fire attack, but these supernatural vines are not afraid of fire at all.

Sauron saw the figure of the elf guards, the number had been reduced a lot, only three of them were still standing, and four or five of them fell on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead. They seemed to have died a lot.The elven aristocrat with a handsome face at the beginning was still there, but he looked very embarrassed. There were three claw marks on his face, and his eyebrows were cut. A face looked particularly hideous. Judging from the wound, he was almost attacked. Temple.

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

Sauron stared at the elven nobleman in the distance, his expression looked a little 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 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 elven nobleman became more and more obvious, and the guard said something in his ear, but he couldn't hear him too far away.

This vine cannot exist forever.

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

It is getting darker and darker.

Sauron quietly landed on the tree pole and walked slowly along the shadows. The patience of the rogues was very good, and the patience of Sauron was even better.He did not rush to launch an attack, nor did he expose his existence. He was like a bystander, watching the movement of a group of people at the foot of the mountain at all times, maintaining a distance of about one or two hundred meters.Regardless of the constant disputes between the hunters, their vigilance has not been put down. Sauron has the certainty that he will kill with one blow, but he has no certainty that he can retreat after the shot.

He did not approach the elves either.

First of all, Sauron did not have the ability to help them escape, and secondly, the other party would not necessarily believe him. He was not enthusiastic enough to risk his life to help an unrelated person.There are twelve hunters in this group, half of which are around 12 professional levels, and the other half are all high-level professionals with a professional level of 15 or higher.The number of mixed orcs accounted for half. Although the strength of the high-ranking jackal man was very strong, his right to speak seemed to be weakened a lot.

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

Someone tried to get close to the vines, but immediately backed away after seeing the dancing thorns, their expressions seemed very scared.

Sauron sat on a tree, looked at the campfire in the distance, then turned to the shadow at the foot of the mountain, and then took out a piece of jerky and chewed. At this time, the competition was patience, and the most important thing about hunting was patience.

Night fell.

The hunters basically did not sleep, surrounded by the campfire in silence, and the successive failures to interrupt the ritual made them feel frustrated and angry.

The mixed orc flicked his teeth next to him with a dagger, staring bitterly at the back.

Sauron heard a slight noise from the vines, but before he could move, the dark high-ranking jackal gave a grin. It lurked quietly in the dark night. As he approached, the other hunters looked hideous and looked at each other but did not move. Instead, they raised their voices slightly.

An elf guard lurked out.

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

Wow!

Just when the elf guard thought that he had escaped and wanted to speed up to escape and report, suddenly a black shadow jumped out from behind the bushes, and with a flash of cold light, sharp claws pierced directly into the elf guard's belly.The jackal pinched his neck with the palm of his hand, and then lifted him directly up. When the sharp claws of his right arm were pulled out, the blood intestines sprinkled in large pieces.A terrible scream sounded, the vine fell strangely silent, and then someone screamed in anger.

The jackal smiled grinningly and lifted the elf guard, and then walked towards the campfire.

The two strong mixed orcs stood up, looked at each other fiercely, and then showed a cruel smile. They directly used wooden sticks to string up the elven guards who had not died, and set them on the bonfire for roasting!

A mournful wailing sounded.

The face of the elven aristocrat in the vine looked like white paper, and the face of the remaining elven guards was pale.

Sauron put down the jerky.

He suddenly felt that he really didn't have any appetite, and silently collected the dry food. The faint screams were still coming intermittently. He clenched the scimitar 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 most lax, even for high-level professionals, there will be a trace of fatigue during this time.

The screams from the campfire became weaker and weaker.

Sauron stared at that side blankly, and the palm of his machete was a little white, because it was too hard.

There is a smell of meat in the air.

But when the smell came out, the elves and noblemen in the vine suddenly vomited out, tears and nasal spitting out, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.The hunters laughed hideously, and the mixed orc picked up the unrecognizable corpse, tore off a leg and threw it into the vine, and said something loudly, meaning it seemed to be roasted and eaten.

There was an elf guard who seemed to be crazy and wanted to rush out, but was still held back by another person.

Because going out is also going to die!

The elven nobleman was completely limp on the spot, and his expression was a bit nervous, because the roasted thigh was thrown in front of him.

As an aristocratic class, he probably never experienced such a thing.

This is the real wilderness survival!

Sauron appeared to be very silent, and there was no trace of his figure in the darkness. He had been paying attention to the campfire and occasionally looked up at the sky.

It's almost early morning.

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

Some hybrid orcs are sleeping, but some are on guard.

In the dark.

The high-ranking jackal’s eyes are green and he has been watching the movement nearby, but as time passed, he also gently closed his eyes. They have been around here for almost three days, and he needs a little rest.The power of the spells was declining, and they found that some vines had withered, and it should not take long for these damn vines to disappear.

Sauron stared at this side silently.

Although the high-ranking jackal closed his eyes, his movement on the ground was still an explosive squat, and he could rush out in an instant.

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

Time advances every minute.

The warrior mixed-blood orc has snored, the alert hunter has a slightly tired look, and the jackal's posture is slightly inclined.

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

A little, a little, a little closer.

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