Yang Jian, the vanguard captain in the first echelon, has long legs like an alarm clock that is on, and he can't stop even if he wants to.

The slender legs were like Dada's horse's hooves, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Seeing the birds and beasts around him flashing by, he suddenly felt inexplicably panic.

Good! I'm going to rush there?!!

Hans, a fighting man in the second echelon, is currently hanging in the air at a height of 20 meters. His strong left hand is holding a thick rattan and swings in the air for a few seconds. Then he immediately shifts gears and continues to do single-swing movements with his right hand.

"Aoah..." Hans' howling screams startled a bird in the forest.

The barbarian Bob, who was hit in a dilemma, staggered out of the huge pit that penetrated the old tree and limped toward the top of the mountain.

With the blessing of a rampage and bloodthirsty state, he is gradually approaching the first and second echelons.

In the dense woods, Sissi, the petite figure, subdued a strong wild boar from somewhere.

The wild boar under him was panting heavily. Obviously, the passengers on it were not light.

The little loli pouted angrily and reluctantly drove the wild boar to the top of the mountain.

The sharpshooter Feng was swinging through the forest quickly, and his dim vision did not affect his performance at all.

With his gorgeous skills, he also used multiple gaps to cut down a few birds on the branches, which he regarded as practicing marksmanship.

A few minutes later, Yang Jian, a long-legged athlete who had been rushing first and maintained a lead, saw the dawn of victory at the last moment when his physical strength was about to be used up - a burning bonfire not far away.

The tired body gradually began to lose control.

With a "thump", Yang Jian fell straight in front of a signpost.

I saw a few big words on the road sign - fifty meters in front of the Alfari Camp, and a few small words next to it: "Don't panic, keep order."

When Hans, the second-tier pursuer, arrived, all his luggage items were gone.

He is wearing only a pair of elastic shorts and has strong muscles. Now he is probably similar to that of Tarzan, a man.

"What a wonderful journey," Hans smacked his lips with unfulfilled pleasure.

The sharpshooter Feng is obviously one of the kind of people who are barely dressed properly. He just gasped slightly, with some scratched blood marks on his body, showing good physical fitness.

The unlucky berserker Bob was covered in scars and was dragging a bloody lightsaber in his hand, as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle.

Sissi, who was riding a wild boar, turned over from the pig's back and was panting, but it was obvious that the wild boar consumed much more physical strength than her.

The wild boar that was liberated roared happily, and then the fat ******* quickly disappeared into the vast night.

A group of Yang Jian's team gathered again, and everyone sighed and asked each other about their warmth.

Just as everyone was filled with emotion, a cold female voice sounded, which immediately attracted their attention.

"Tsk tsk, I thought the Empire sent a team of indomitable elites to assist in the investigation, but unexpectedly, it was a group of mobs who could only hum and moan."

This move angered all members of Yang Jian's team.
Chapter completed!