The weather was not cold at this time. Romon, Fafer and Nick were on the road together. Nick was carrying a big backpack and the three of them were all on Nick. Romon was wearing very light clothes and exploring the way forward with his dagger. Fafer was carrying a short bow and a quiver hung around his waist, guarding against attacks that might have come from other directions.

"Let's follow the water and go deeper." Romon explored the way forward, observing the beast's footprints, and shouted back. Although the three of them had agreed to a simple set of sign language, they were still not used to using it normally.

After walking for a while, Romon suddenly stood up and made a gesture to signal his friends to stop.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked casually, then Romon turned around and glared at him, so he seemed a little embarrassed. They had already decided that after encountering prey, they would only gesture and not speak. But after all, it was the first time to cooperate, and they forgot when they didn't pay attention.

Fafeer took the short bow off his back and held it in his hand, looked at the place where Romon stared at, and then often pointed a few elks drinking water.

"Good luck, I met my prey just one morning after I came out!" Romon thought, and he licked his index finger and stood up to observe the wind direction.

"We're in the air." He told the other two with his mouth. Then, he pointed to Nick's bag, pointed to the ground, folded his hands and pressed gently, indicating that he would put down the bag carefully, and then made a forward gesture.

Romon and Nick sneaked and slowly approached the elk, and stopped a little far away. Although they were in the downwind, they should not underestimate the vigilance of the beast. The archer Fer stopped halfway and ambushed. Romon took out two rope covers from his arms and handed them to Nick one.

The three of them were ready. It was still morning and the sun was still in the east. Then Romon looked at Fafer not far from the east, pulled out his short sword from his waist and swayed it upright.

The archer on the opposite side saw the reflection of the sword body, narrowed his eyes, twisted an arrow, and put it on the short bow. With a "swoosh", he launched an attack.

Almost at the same time, Romon and Nick threw the rope cover out.

"Central!" Fafell whispered, and the feathered arrows that the archer broke through the air passed through the layers of leaves, and then only wiped the skin. Nick and Romon's ropes tied up a elk, but they were the two antlers of the same elk.

Romon and Nick pulled the rope cover at the same time, trying to pull the prey down.

"Be careful!" Fafell in the distance suddenly yelled at the two of them, "The elk rushed towards you!"

Nick didn't hear clearly and was busy collecting the ropes.

Romon looked up suddenly and saw the elk's blood-red eyes, which were not like herbivores' eyes at all. "Damn! Nick, they've mutated!" He yelled

This forest is very complex and has special energy. Sometimes, when eroded and some creatures are easily crazy, and although their physique has not changed, they are extremely aggressive.

Nick threw the rope under his feet, pulled out his sword, and was hit by the chest by the rushing elk.

"Ah... it hurts!" Nick's sword could not be held, and fell to the ground, and hurriedly shouted: "Romon help me!"

Romon saw the opportunity on the side of Nick, rushed forward quickly, stretched out his short sword and stabbed it, and made a small hole in the elk's belly, and stabbed it in with a sword.

The elk was pierced through the belly and its strength suddenly became weak. Nick felt that the impact force on his chest was greatly reduced, and then his blood rushed up. He pressed his feet on the ground, grabbed the antlers with both hands, and grabbed the prey tightly.

"Kill!" Romon exhaled and let out a heavy breath. His heel was not touching the ground. He grabbed the ground with his forefoot. The force was activated from his feet, accumulated along his waist and spine, and burst out on the sword.

The mutated elk was in great pain, howled, and struggled hard. The red eyes looked extremely terrifying. The force of charging and thorning became stronger and stronger. Nick only felt that his hands, who were holding the antlers, were numb and he could hardly exert his strength.

Romon and Nickchi worked together to deal with the mutated elk, but at the same time, the other mutated elk was about to rush to the point. "Be careful!" Fafell shot another arrow at the other elk and hurriedly warned the two.

Nick heard Fafell's warning, but he was competing with the dying elk and could not think of a way to resist.

Romon's dagger abandoned his hand and let it stay in the belly of the first elk. He quickly rolled on the ground to avoid the collision of the second elk. "Nick, use it as a shield!" Then he picked up Nick's long sword that fell to the ground.

Although Nick understood it all at once, his face was already pale and he couldn't use much effort at all. He could only barely block his body with the dying elk, but he was still about to be knocked to the ground by the force coming from his hands.

But Fafell's feather arrow shot and scratched the elk's hind legs. The elk that rushed into the rush immediately fell to the ground.

Romon, who was covered in mud, grabbed Nick's long sword and got up, aimed at the target, his eyes calmed, and with a stroke, the sword edge drew a semicircle. The large blood vessel on the head and neck of the second elk was cut into pieces, and blood flowed out from "gulugulu".

The overall situation was settled, and Nick breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more comfortable. When he saw his old friend's expression, he felt a little shocked - he felt that this was the perseverance that only a qualified warrior who had experienced life and death had.

"Thank...hehe!" Nick had just fought with the mutated elk until his internal injuries, and sweated heavily, his whole body was like it was fished out of water, his face was scaryly pale, although his face was already very pale.

"Can you rest for a while?" Nick said while covering his stomach, and then suddenly coughed violently: "Cough...ah cough...I'm very..." He sat down to the ground again.

"It's okay, you have some rest first." Romon checked, but did not notice any trauma. When he saw Fafell coming, he sighed and explained to Fafell: "Nick was hit on his chest by antlers. Now he is very uncomfortable. I'll take my backpack first."

"Then I'll take care of him." Fafell squatted down and checked Nick's injuries. A small hole was broken in Nick's leather armor. It was obviously pierced by deer antlers, but a piece of iron inside had been concave.

"Haha, nothing is wrong..." Fafell said to Nick with a smile: "Not even cut a hole."

Fafell comforted Nick for a while, but Nick could only smile, her face full of sweat.

At this time, Romon also came back with a big bag on his back, looked at the dent of the iron piece hanging on Nick's chest, and also comforted him a few words.

"Nick seems to be a little internally injured. Otherwise, let's help Nick and return to the camp quickly!" Romon still felt a little, and suddenly whispered to Faffel.

"Then how to deal with the supplies we prepared in our package and the corpses of the two elks." Fafell bit his lip. "You can't throw them all away."

"Anyway, the things in the package are not expensive. We can take down valuable parts of the elk's body first," said Romon. "As for the meat, you can eat some of the good ones first at noon and throw away the rest."

Fafell lowered his head and pondered, very reluctant, but looked at Nick's pale face and said, "Okay!"

Among the three of them, Nick was originally responsible for carrying heavy objects, but now Nick is injured.

"Well, I'll go and deal with the corpses of the two deer first." Romon said and started to do it. Anyway, he had to collect the leather first, then dispose of the internal organs, and then eat some.

At noon, the sun was hanging high in the sky and the temperature gradually became hotter.

Fafell was alert to the surroundings, while Romon was watching a grill and a pot of broth at the same time.

On the grill are most of the body of a elk. The rest of the edible internal organs and some meat are cooked in a pot.

Although the other elk was cleanly processed, it was planned to keep it first.

Summoned by the smell of food, Nick also woke up, but obviously beyond the expectations of both of them. He did not need treatment as they had guessed. Instead, he recovered himself after a night of sleep.

After all, Romon and Fafel are not professionals. Although they are happy that their friends are getting healthy, they delayed a little time and had to spend the night in the wild.

Although the three of them had supplies to spend the night in the wild, if it weren't for Nick's injury, they had already succeeded in both prey. The load of the three of them was very limited, so it would be meaningless to stay in the wild - naturally, it would have to be like this now.

After dusk, the night became darker.

Because of Nick, the three had to spend the night in the wild.

Romon went to the forest and picked up some dead branches. Although it was autumn now, and it was not necessary to keep warm in the bonfire, it needed wildfires to guard against wild animals and collected some wild mushrooms on the spot.

After returning, the fragrant barbecue had been made, and the broth was cooked in a small pot and mushrooms were added. There was not much time, and the three of them started eating.

Romon and Fafell were tired during the day and ate in big mouthfuls, but they didn't realize that Nick didn't eat much, and his expression was a little reluctant.

After eating, someone had to watch the night in the woodland, so the three of them divided the division of labor for the night vigil shift. Romon was responsible for the first part, Nick was responsible for the most troublesome middle stage, and Fafell was responsible for the dawn.

The two went to sleep, and the forest suddenly became silent.

Romon sat silently by the bonfire, holding his beardless chin with his right hand, looking at the bonfire with his head tilted. Seeing that there was not much firewood, his left hand was bored to play with the firewood and add fuel to the bonfire.

The burning flames made bursts of bursts of sounds, and Romon sat silently, listening to other sounds around him. After all, humans had too poor eyesight in the dark, and they were not as good as wild animals at all. They were just looking for abuse at night.

After all, Romon used to sleep late, and he went to bed late at the earliest. So he was unceremonious to bear this period of time. Anyway, he couldn't sleep for a while after eating barbecue and mushroom soup, and there was nothing else to do.

I was bored and carefully observed the space. In the space, the seeds had already sprouted and grew hard, and looked very lush. Should I get some fertilizer? Romon pondered.

But I didn’t use fertilizer before, and it grew very lush!

Accompanied by the sound of flames and the chirping of insects in the woods, time flew quietly like fine sand slipping away in my hands. I didn't know how long it took, but nothing unusual happened.

Romon calculated the consumption of firewood and murmured to himself: "Yeah, it's almost time."

Then he stood up, walked to the tent a few steps, and whispered to Nick: "Nick... wake up, it's you."

Nick's sleepy eyes were so sleepy that he was so sleepy that he put on his coat and walked out.
Chapter completed!