Chapter 2603: Into the forest

There is something to say... the speaker is not intent, the listener is interested.
Billy, who was angry because the suggestion was ruthlessly rejected, immediately exploded after listening to my words.
He raised his chest and raised his head, tucked his abdomen and raised his hips, a pneumothorax was raised, two groups of angry eyes were hidden, and his arms raised his halberds. He was furious: "Don't think you can look down on others if you have a strong healing power. On the healing power, Godby You are stronger, and not only can heal yourself, but you can also heal others. You can be called a little healer in the pastoral world. Pupupu......"
In the second half of Billy's complaint, Godot was holding him back with his hands, choking him to open his teeth and claws, wave his arms and kick his legs, turn his eyes white, and almost fainted.
Godot bared his teeth at me: "Captain, don't mind, just let him go as fart."
I looked back and smiled, and at the same time made an ok gesture.
Billy rolled his eyes and stopped struggling, finally fainted by my body language.
Phoenix kept sending me out. She looked worried, like the wife of a husband who was going to fight. In order to comfort her, I tried to kill her. With this trick, Phoenix’s worry soon became less intense. Up.
After waving goodbye, I rushed towards the forest arrogantly.
On the road, townspeople kept whispering on both sides of the road, half talking about my identity, and the other half talking about my death.
Okay, I haven't entered the forest yet, I'm already on the pseudo-end panel that they will undoubtedly die.
It's as if I'm a professional giving away cannon fodder.
In other words, if it were not for helping Florence and Zac solve the problems in life, I would not bother to come here to venture into the forest and take risks!
Isn't it good to lie down and sleep at home?
It really doesn't work. It's better to use Emily as a training target than a trip to the forest.
After all, the forest of Eri City not only lacks the dense, deep and beautiful forest of the spirits, but also does not have the company of the hospitable forest king.
While complaining, I walked out of the town and walked 100 meters back to the edge of the forest.
As soon as I reached the edge of the forest, I couldn't help but frowned.
This piece of forest belonging to Eri City looked pretty good from a distance, but once you get closer, you will find that it is far worse than the Fairy Forest.
Around the forest, there were scattered household garbage. As soon as the wind passed, a lot of light household garbage danced with the wind, suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, and suddenly scratched to my feet and hung on my shoes. No longer, like a very hospitable bustard.
There was a black line on the forehead, and my head was full of muscles. I had the urge to turn and leave.
Guarding such a good forest, I don’t even know that I love environmental protection and care about hygiene... I even began to wonder if the monsters in the forest are not symbols of evil, but completely follow the meaning of the forest. Indiscriminate revenge for ignorant and ridiculous humans?
I thought to myself full of malice.
After taking a few deep breaths, I calmed my anger, moved forward, and quickly ascended the dirt steps into the forest.
When I first walked into the forest, it was still full of garbage, which made my mood even worse.
However, if you go back one hundred and ten meters, the garbage will gradually decrease, and the deeper the forest, the less garbage. When you reach a place of about two or three hundred meters, you will no longer see the garbage. But correspondingly, The smell of blood began to thicken.
If you expect it to be correct, starting from here is the monster's activity area.
Although there is a strong self-healing ability as a support, after all, he is not familiar with the place in life, and he is not clear about the attack method and attack intensity of the opponent, and he cannot act recklessly.
Therefore, I gradually slowed down, step by step, and walked deeper into the forest. At the same time, my five senses gradually became tense, constantly observing possible abnormal conditions around me.
Soon, I found unusual traces, such as... a tree.
The tree is nothing peculiar. It is no different from other willow and pine trees, but the traces on the tree do not appear to be naturally formed. Although they are similar in color to the bark, they are all dark colors, but careful identification shows that I can find that there are gaps on it, and I can be sure that these gaps are definitely caused by external forces.
After thinking for a moment, I reached out and touched the dark-colored gap. After retracting my fingers, my continued to fumble, and the dark-colored substance stuck to the fingertips slowly blended, and I sniffed under my nose... ,blood.
The tree has scratches and blood is stained on it... I guess it must be that the monster’s claws pierced the human body during the battle, stained with blood, and later in the battle, the claws scratched The bark was broken, leaving blood on the wound on the tree.
Well, this is one of the conjectures, of course, there is another conjecture, that is, human beings are forced to the tree by a monster, and a paw grabbed a heart cold, and the blood splattered wet the wound on the tree.
It's just that I haven't found anything related to cloth, skin tissue, or muscle tissue on the tree, so the second possibility is unlikely.
And I can conclude that this tree is not a monster. It is just an ordinary tree. Since it is just an ordinary tree, it will definitely not dispose of the biological tissue on the body, which further reduces the possibility of the second situation.
Then I walked forward more than ten meters. According to the shape of the surrounding soil and the scratches of the trees, it can be concluded that this monster's attack method is mostly scratching. It has at least a pair of sharp claws. The speed is unknown, but it is explosive. It must not be small, because there are obvious paw prints on the ground, and the soil under the paw prints is more compact than ordinary soil.
Unfortunately, the paw prints are not complete, and the tails of the paw prints are very long, probably because of the slippery ground. It may have rained on the day of the battle, or about a day in advance.
After walking a few steps further, I saw a pile of torn clothes thrown in the middle of the dirt road.
Pick up the clothes, spread them out, put them on the soil bag, and observe carefully.
This is a set of standard adventurer clothing, which belongs to men's style. The damage is on the abdomen, chest, and collar, and all the damaged parts are done in one go. It should be a sharp weapon.
By carefully recognizing the shape of the damaged location, you can probably determine it, not much different from the monster's claws.
Probably, after suffering trauma, the adventurer was aroused by the monster, and threw this tattered jacket aside, only to fight with him, but unfortunately died.
He picked up the costume and pulled it left and right. It was not bad, it was strong. According to the toughness of the clothes, either the adventurer had a solid family, or he was strong enough to match the clothes.
According to my guess of the owner of this dress, he mostly belongs to the latter. An adventurer with good strength, but unfortunately encountered a more powerful monster.
After all, a monster that can tear this kind of clothes into this look in a single blow, to say nothing, has ten levels of strength.
At least it can be compared with sand scorpions and sand pythons.
Considering the record that a group of level ten adventurers were all destroyed, it might be estimated that they might have the same strength as the man-eating tree.
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