Vol 11 Chapter 15: tail

There are many combat occupations in the mainland of Feilun. Some combat occupations, such as hunters, summoners, animal trainers, etc., mostly raise one or two Warcraft with tracking ability.
These World of Warcraft are both small foxes that are good at climbing in the jungle and mountains, and large creatures of the wolf and leopard. The most difficult creatures to catch and raise are the eagle birds in the air.
However, the birds used for tracking are more demanding on the size of the birds. It can't be a large bird, nor a small bird of the finch. Large birds are too difficult to cultivate and are easy to find, which is not conducive to long-distance tracking.
Small birds are not easy to find, but they are too small to attract predators. In addition, small birds fly too high and it is difficult to communicate with the breeder. Because the latter needs to obtain the information of the tracked person by observing the flight action of the bird.
In this way, the types that can be captured by humans and trained to track birds are very limited. They should not be too small in size, ferocious, able to fight against airborne predators, have low intelligence, and can train to use their flight attitude to ventilate their owners. .
At this time, the high-altitude bird that Qin Lun noticed was very small. Looking at a bird like a northern forest, it is difficult to be trained to track birds.
"The human tracker can't do it. The bird in the sky is called the devil's mouth, an eagle that only lives in the northern mountains. It is as small as a bird, but has the wind talent, can use the wings to manipulate the wind blade, even large The predators do not dare to provoke them."
In the eyes of Qin Lun, the silver awns flashed, and he said, "The magic mouth is very clever, can be trained as a tracker, and the vision is absolutely good. The master can control the gesture at high altitude. The only drawback is that the person who manipulates it is the same. You must also have superb vision, or use magical induction to see the flight attitude of the information they transmit."
"You can recognize the specific kind of birds in this distance... Your elf's vision is really good! I can only see a little black spot." Rick looked at Qin Lun with envious look.
"Lago!" was confirmed from Qin Lun, Rick no longer hesitated, a whistle rendezvous to the two people in front of the fight, "Ferrar said that we have a small tail behind, you go kànkàn."
"Yeah!" Lago was as big as Meng, and quickly accelerated his body, and a few flashes ran away.
"Ferrar, let me take the liberty, do you really think that several companions who are trapped in the land of death, and the chance of being rescued?" Winnie hated to look at the thieves who had gone far, hesitated, and then depressed The voice asked Qin Lun.
"Vini!" The Cavaliers shouted and said nothing, but from the look, he was also very concerned about how Qin Lun viewed this issue.
Qin Lun frowned slightly, and he was not used to explaining anything to others. It’s just to the place of death. After all, he needs the three people of the savage mercenary group to work hard, but he has no choice but to say: "Yes, if there is no hope, we will not do anything in vain."
Qin Lun organized a language and said: "The old steward of the West Buddha is an ordinary person. The hope of being rescued is already very embarrassing. However, our other two companions are different from ordinary adventurers.
As a believer in the goddess of abuse, Idrija has a good adaptability to most harsh environments. And Ilistin is stronger than Idrija, she is an elf druid who has mastered the eagle form and bear form.

"Mastering the two forms of high-level Druid?" Rick and Winnie were both surprised. They began to understand why Qin Lun had hopes for the rescue of his companions.
If an ordinary person disappears for a month in the land of death, it is estimated that even the bones can not be found. However, the high-end druids, which have two forms of eagle bears, are highly adaptable in various environments and are also difficult to kill. Even if it is missing for a month, it may be that the injured are trapped and there is a certain chance of survival.
The sun gradually went down, and Rick looked at the sky and decided not to hurry. They are still on the trade road to Deepwater City at this time, but they have a horse, and they have gone fast along the way, and have already missed the Shanglu Inn near the door of Bode.
Even today, the Wisdom of Wilhelm has become more prosperous, and some big cities are densely populated, but the mainland's wilderness is still very dangerous. Leaving the door of Bode for half a day, there are no more cigarettes on the sides of the road.
However, after all, it is a lot of trade routes of the caravans. The roadbeds are not far from the locusts that can be seen in many wild camps. Rick was very skilled at finding a leeward hillside. Under this hillside, there was a campsite used by other caravans.
These campsites built by others have been better than a new campsite. The grassland is evener, the gravel is cleaned, and the snakes and worms are rarely found. At the same time, the old bonfire pile has already set up a stone frame. Just pick some dry wood in the vicinity and sprinkle some fire oil.
Before the sun completely fell into the horizon, everyone had set up a tent and burned the soup, and the thief Lago, who was chuqu, finally came back.
Because of the proximity to the endless sea and the oceanic monsoon, the temperature at night along the Gulf of Sword is not very low. The thief sat on the bonfire with a look of exhaustion, took the hot soup that Rick handed him, took a sip, and exhaled a breath.
"How, find that little tail?" Rick asked with concern.
"No, but Ferrar is right. There is indeed a small tail behind us. It seems that there is more than one." Lago hesitated. "I found some traces of the followers, but he was very careful, and that Only the devil's mouth is too annoying, always revealing my traces. Every time I want to catch him, I will be seen by the devil's mouth."

Is there only one person?
Rick scratched his chin and fell into thinking.
"No, there is a follower, I just feel faint, the other party seems to be far away, using some kind of induction magic, hanging behind us." Lago frowned.
"Qin Lun, it seems that the few cannon fodders we have found have unexpected performance!" The team channel sounded Hill's laughter.
"The more they can do the better!" Qin Lun's face is not happy, calmly looking into the depths of the night.
"Fillar, with the trouble behind us, what clues do you have?" Rick turned his head and looked at Qin Lun. "They should be at the door of Bode. You have trouble in the city." ?"
Of course, the trouble has been provoked, but it is hard to imagine that it will be the killer hired by the Ambry Church. Qin Lun secretly thought.
The Ambry Church has an understanding of their combat effectiveness, and if they do, they will never have only one or two followers. Is it a legendary occupation in which force is overwhelming, or is it to hire a whole team of assassin killers.
Either way, it is impossible to sneak behind the team. This is not the door of Bode. They don't have to worry about it.
"In addition to issuing the commissioned task, we didn't provoke other troubles in the city." Qin Lun didn't change his face to lie, but he quickly remembered one thing and frowned. "However, I and the West Buddha were in the mercenary. After the union was registered, it was once tracked, perhaps some villain like a sand wolf mercenary."
"If it is really a scum in the mercenary, we will not be soft." Rick and Lago looked at each other and said firmly.
As a stabbing mercenary group to eat by their own ability, what they most despise is the scum of the sand wolf mercenary, which is simply a shame of this profession.
With the snoring of the bonfire, the camp slowly calmed down, and the West Buddha, an ordinary human being, could not support it and fell asleep in the tent. The Qinlun trio also returned to their tents, and there were three groups of stabbing blood, they did not have to watch the night.
"Rick, give it to you!" Lago walked over to the knight and handed him a water bladder, but it was not water, but spirits.
"Isn't Winnie slept?" Rick took a sip from the wine sac and asked softly.
Among the three of them, Winnie is a mage, needs adequate sleep, restores the spirit of the day, and is not responsible for the vigil. The thief had just been tired for an afternoon, and Rick decided to let himself stay in the middle of the night.
"Sleep down!" Lago did not have a hippie smile during the day, quietly glanced at the tent of Qin Lun and others, and lowered his voice and asked, "Do you believe the Ferrar's remarks?"
"In general, it is credible. At least I can't see the flaws." Rick sighed for a while and replied flatly. "Not to mention what he can do. If we take over the commission, we must be rewarded." ""
"I am not referring to the task. They went to the place of death to search for the explanation of the companion. I can also believe it. Only the silver elf always refused to reveal his identity. I suspect that the tail behind the team may be related to his personal identity." Worried.
"What about that, those of us who are out of adventure, who will not have their own secrets." Rick's look was calm, and he shook the wine bag and handed it back to Lago. "In fact, the identity of Ferrar, I guessed it." One point, just as he said, this has nothing to do with us, and I have not explained it to you."
"Oh, head, you ào who is he?" Lago asked with a smile~EbookFREE.me~ The look was not at all surprised.
The three people of the thorns mercenary group actually have their own origins, and the three combat occupations complement each other, and the temperament has its own characteristics. Lago’s intuition is sharp, and he is usually the first to find danger in his adventures. Winnie's character is straightforward, her magical talent is extremely high, and her young age is already a four-ring mage, the main attacker in the team.
As the oldest member of the team, Rick is not only the head of the team, but sometimes more like their older brother.
Rick was born noble, and his ancestors used to be the famous heroes of the Xia empire. He had received good teaching since he was a child. Different from the rough image of the appearance, Rick has a profound knowledge that is not commensurate with the age level, and his character is stable. It is the soul pillar of this small mercenary group.
"You didn't pay attention to it. Ferrar never said the full name from the time he met." Rick glanced at the tent, revealing a casual smile. "As a temperamental elf, usually the first time guests meet." In front of you, you will report your full name and indicate your origin with your own surname."
"There are only two reasons why he didn't do this. Do you want Ferrar to be an evil elf who has defected out of the Elven Court? If it is his identity is too sensitive, he thinks it will bring us unnecessary trouble." Rick Lago squeezed his eyes. "What do you think would be the reason?"