Mage Joan

Achi unrolls the scroll and presents to everyone the portrait of "Jack Brothers".

"If I guess right, the footprint that Xiao Miao discovered should belong to this guy."

A-chi pointed to the short, dark-skinned man on the scroll and introduced it to Vasa and others.

"This man is the infamous serial killer "Little Jack" in the Alfheim region, and there is also a nickname "Spring Leg". According to reliable information, the nest of Little Jack and his partner Big Jack is in the jungle of the wild boar island. deep."

Everyone's eyes were firmly attracted by the weird figure.

"Little Jack", it really has thick legs and big feet, but less than four feet in size, looks like an ugly naughty boy.

"There are no outsiders here. I might as well just say that this time I came to Wild Boar Island with Xiao Miao and Teacher Benny. In addition to reporting hunting events, they also have a secret mission to trace the Jack brothers."

"But I didn't expect that Jack Jake would actually leave a mark here-where the razor prince encountered the hunter -"

A squeak touched the mouse's whiskers, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

"From the perspective of Jack's usual insidious and deceptive style, this is probably not a coincidence."

"Mr. Achi, do you suspect that Jack had induced the unlucky hunting team to break into the razor's site to achieve the purpose of borrowing a knife to kill?"

Thomas shook his head and sneered, immediately rejecting his guess.

"If Jack Jake did this, he wouldn't be afraid that he would be killed by the Prince of Razor as well? It really doesn't look like something a normal person can do."

"Little Jack is a perverted murderer, and his ways of killing have a strong sense of mischief. You can't use reason to measure the behavior of a madman. No matter how crazy he is, I will not be surprised. ."

A shrugged, insisting on his own inference.

"We can't get exact clues from these footprints alone. What's more troublesome is that Jack Jake seems to be good at some kind of spell to eliminate footprints. In addition to the few fuzzy footprints left here, I can't find any other traces that belong to him. Unable to track his whereabouts."

"The only thing we can do right now is to continue to track the Prince of Razors."

Little Meow looked deep into the shade of the tree-in the center of the fallen tree, a large line of wild boar hooves extended towards the distance.

"Then hurry up and go on the road."

A creaked up the scroll and looked up at the sky where the sun was already west.

"Remember to send a letter to Mr. Benny before you leave. From his height, you should be able to see the traces left by the Prince Razor through the woods, guiding us in the direction of tracking."

Joan took out the copper wire from his pocket and performed "Communication" to get in touch with Mr. Benny who was flying a light balloon in the air and briefly introduced the situation on the ground.

Xiao Miao led the hound in front of the razor prince’s hoof, and there was a teacher Benny in the air to provide navigation. A group of ten people shuttled between the jungles. However, the distance from the razor prince seemed to be further and further away from the size and pace of the two sides. Look, this is not surprising.

When the sunset finally sinks into the horizon and the night gets darker, Joan and his party are forced to suspend their tracking in front of the rushing river.

The river cut off the prince of the razor.

Rebecca took Little Meow to leap across the river to investigate, and brought back bad news.

There was no mark of the prince of the razor on the opposite bank, which showed that it did not cross the river but left along the river.

The next question is-is the Prince of Razor going downstream, or upstream?

Xiao Miao couldn't find any traces that could be identified from the endless stream of river water, so she had to resort to Teacher Benny in the air.

After a few minutes, Joan conveyed the message from teacher Benny to his companions:

"Just an hour ago, the Prince of Razor went upstream and eventually disappeared into the depths of a lush pristine jungle at the foot of Razor Hill. The telescope's view was blocked by the overcast foliage, and Teacher Benny couldn't trace its whereabouts."

The razor prince has escaped into the depths of the jungle. In addition to the deepening of the night, most people do not have the ability to night vision. They have to build a temporary camp in the open area of ​​the valley. First rest on the river bank for one night, and continue tracking after dawn.

When Joan fired them, Teacher Benny also hung down from the light balloon gondola, tying the cable tightly to a big tree so that the balloon would not be blown away by the wind.

...

When the sun rises again, the sea breeze blows away the mist that envelopes the "Razor Mountain", as if lifting a white veil.

The lake on the top of the mountain glowed like a giant gemstone embedded in the crater.

The clear lake water flows toward the south foot of the lower mountain pass, and it pours down from the top of a thousand feet high, forming a magnificent waterfall. The water pool below the waterfall is the source of the "safari river".

There are nearly 400 teams participating in this hunting conference, and the vast majority of hunting teams dare not stay away from the banks of the "Safari River" for safety reasons.

If you travel along a tortuous river bank, you can never venture into the upper reaches of the safari river in just five days, let alone reach the source of the river.

Among all participating teams, only the hunting team led by Edward Gates has the courage, strength and good luck.

In the first four days of the journey, they crossed the jungle, cut the road and advanced towards the upper reaches of the Safari River, and finally completed a feat on the morning of July 7th-successfully reached the birthplace of the Safari River.

"Edward, we don't have much time left, it's time to look back."

Martin Smith walked to Edward Gates, trying to persuade the son of the general to close when he was good, and stop wasting time.

Edward stood in front of the Jishuitan with his hands on his back, looking up at the waterfall that fell from a thousand feet high, as if attracted by the beauty in front of him, without responding to Martin Smith's urging.

Martin stomped anxiously, wondering if the eccentric young master deliberately ignored himself, or that the roar of the waterfall fell over his voice, and he had to raise his voice.

"We are now cutting down big trees, making a canoe to advance into the river, and taking the boat down the river is undoubtedly the fastest and most labor-saving way to travel. Before sunset, we can reach the tidal flat near the estuary of the Safari River and go ashore. There should be time to rush back to the dock before the game ends."

"What anxiety." Edward replied lightly. "I don't want to waste a whole day of drifting on the river in vain. Moreover, our current hunting points are not enough to ensure that we win a medal."

"Edward, you'd better be sensible. If we don't hurry back now, we can't go back to the pier to report the hunting results before the sun sets today. Even if we get more points, it doesn't make sense!"

Martin's words could hardly cover the restlessness.

He really didn't understand how a wise man like Edward Gates, who is known as a "genius", could not understand the principle of "just enough".

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