Hearing Zhao Mai's order, the gardener Long turned his head left and right, found the neural network node on the Xilan, and then jumped over and wrapped his tail around it, sending power signals. "I found it, and there was a team of insects nearby. I asked them to turn, which saved some distance. Boss, I also received the message, Saruman, Thrandis and Zelatu arrived at the Fortress of Taleon, looking for you."

"How did the three guys who were unrelated to each other get together?" Zhao Mai couldn't touch his mind. Once he got out of the "plot", Zhao Mai was a little confused. After all, he did not have the best analytical ability. "However, if you can come to me, it shouldn't be the one who comes to deal with me unless Saruman bewitched both Thrandis and Zeratu. Maybe it's enough to just bewitched Thrandis, Zeratu..."

Xiaohua covered her mouth and laughed. When it comes to listening to her sister, Zhao Mai was not qualified to talk about Zelatu. But then again, the age of Xiuxiu is tens of thousands of years older than Zhao Mai. Xiaohua is not considered a sister by reason, but she is just young.

"Do you see them?" Xiaohua held back her laughter, put down her hand, and asked.

Zhao Mai glanced at the reserved grain, and the dog was urging him to go on the road quickly, otherwise he would easily lose his target. So Zhao Mai shook his head: "Let the gardener Long receive them and ask what's wrong. If you are sure you are here to help, let them come to me."

"Well, that's fine."

So, the reserve grain walked in front, smelling its nose around, looking confident. Zhao Mai also had a strong sense of smell, but he kept sucking his nose red, and he didn't smell the half-hearted. The reserve grain turned around from time to time, shook its tail, and looked particularly proud.

They are in the northern wilderness of Mordor, where they have been covered with dark clouds for thousands of years, and almost no grass grows. The ashes that the Doomsday Volcano once spewed into the sky kept falling down, covering this place with a layer of black over time. In the low-lying places, the ash accumulated overflowed with snow, creaking when they stepped on. "It hasn't rained here for many years, and it hasn't even washed away this thing."

Xiaohua shook her head, how could she know about this kind of thing? The whole north of Mordor is not suitable for the growth of plants, so the surrounding environment makes her feel very uncomfortable. The thin natural force is also mixed with the aura of disgust (actually the evil will) that makes her hate, and can only be relieved slightly when it is on the soil.

However, for Zhao Mai, he had to follow him even if he was uncomfortable. Xiaohua sat on the reserved food in the form of a phantom to save the physical energy needed to possess the gardener Long. She had to stare at Zhao Mai to prevent him from being influenced by the Supreme Lord of the Ring.

A big hand was placed on his head, and then the surging natural force enveloped it, wrapping the small flower in it. "Isn't it comfortable like this? My ability system is relatively complex and can be converted to each other. As long as you eat enough, it's good to have a natural force. If the surrounding environment is not comfortable, tell me, don't be polite, okay?"

Xiaohua nodded vigorously and nodded sweetly. But this kind of happiness was slightly affected by the gardener dragon: Zhao Mai's natural force is most in line with the preferences of Z-worms, so the gardener dragon who followed them lay down and hugged Zhao Mai's arm with a puff.

Xiaohua immediately took over the gardener Long's body, rubbed her back a few times, and pulled him on Zhao Mai's back. Anyway, there was a natural force environment, and Zhao Mai was reimbursed for this consumption, so Xiaohua naturally felt comfortable.

The only thing that really works is to store grain, and the others are on spring outings. Especially after a few transport insects came, Zhao Mai sat directly on the insect's carapace and ate it with the legion bread beside him. Poor reserve grain, he sniffed and walked, humming and screaming as if he was crying.

In the afternoon, they found a hole in the ground and went shallowly deep under the ground. It was likely that it was the former nest of a pangolin or lizard. The hole had traces of being dug, and the soil removed was carefully hidden around and spread evenly. Zhao Mai signaled to move the insects a little further away and not to destroy the scene. He used his spiritual power to fly over and floated in the air to check the traces on the ground.

"Halpenis have slept here, look at their footprints. Although they are very shallow, they seem to be a heel, but they feel a little furry and the size is similar. You can really do it in stocking up grain!"

"They have rested in the cave, and there are neat traces of blankets pressed out here. Hey, there is also a small straw bag here, inside it..." Zhao Mai used his supernatural tentacle to pull the empty thatched bag out of the innermost part of the cave, put it under his nose and smelled it: "It seems that the legion bread is mixed with the smell of other meat, there are salted fish and... rabbits?"

The reserve grain nodded and expressed appreciation for Zhao Mai's sense of smell. It could finally take a break at this time, lying on the back of the transporting insects to receive massage from the gardener dragon, and eat some legion bread to fill its stomach.

"Wait, there are footprints that are not half-lings here!" Zhao Mai had a new appearance. About five meters away from the cave, he found another type of footprint, with slender soles and thick short fingers, about the same length as half-lings, but it must be even more dry and thin.

After searching carefully next to the footprints, Zhao Mai found another palm print, which was also as slender and shriveled. Moduo had no creature like this, and he could also rule out halflings and dwarfs. Therefore, there was only one answer.

"Gulu? Isn't he dead?" Zhao Mai scratched his head and said to the gardener Long: "Order the jumping worm to bring Gulu's body over, compare it with the traces here, and then tell me the results."

Gardener Long nodded, slid down from the back of the transporting insects, stood firmly on the ground, then raised his face and opened his mouth wide. The extremely low-frequency sound waves can travel far, and they have a strong ability to burn obstacles. Gardener Long was actually shouting with all his might, but no one except Zhao Mai could hear it.

Zhao Mai didn't actually hear it with his ears, but the shield of the supernatural power felt the vibration. Gardener Long opened his mouth and shouted for a while, his face turned red and he gasped hard. After a few minutes, Gardener Long shook his ears, tilted his head and listened for a while, and then said to Zhao Mai: "Boss, the news has been spread. There is already a jumping dog to perform this task. But they don't know what the traces look like, and they can't guarantee that they can complete the comparison."

"That's easy." Zhao Mai used his spiritual power to take some soil from the ground, copied it completely according to the footprints and handprints on the ground, and made a model of the mark. When the body is transported, aim the grooves on the model and put the hands or feet in it, you can know if it is the same.

"The model is left here, let a transport insect be left as a marker, and its goods are transferred to other insects, and it is enough to eat it." Zhao Mai said to the gardener Long: "When the comparison is over, I will notify me of the results."

Gardener Long nodded and passed the message out. Without Xilan, communication can only be yelled, but as long as it can still communicate, it is better than knowing nothing. One transported insect stayed to take a nap, and the others ended their rest and continued to follow the smell of the reserved grain.
Chapter completed!