Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 478 The Silent Forest

Shirou walked at the front of the team. The mission of their team this time was to draw a map. With the help of the rangers' familiarity with the wild environment, reconnaissance work was the most suitable for them.

"Strange……"

"Captain Shirou also found out?"

"It's unexpectedly quiet here, as if the elves here have avoided us from a distance."

Shirou chatted softly with the two mid-level rangers, and both discovered that in the half hour since they left the camp to perform their mission, apart from seeing some fleeting figures in the distance, they had not even seen a green caterpillar or a single-horned beetle. , not to mention the pupa elves such as Iron-armored Pupa or Iron-shell Kun, which should sometimes be hung on big trees and unable to move.

For a normal forest, this situation is quite strange.

Wutong is still at the back of the team. He, Renzhi and another intermediate ranger are the three at the back. When a team is exploring a life-threatening wilderness, in addition to the most important team leader, The tail of the team is of secondary importance, and the abdomen is often the protected part.

At this moment, Wutong did not communicate with the other two people. He did not meet any living elves for half an hour. They were all aware of the strange atmosphere. Renzhi unconsciously closed his mouth and did not chatter any more.

He quietly slowed down a bit and looked in all directions with a wider field of vision. He didn't see any trees that had been scratched with the knife before, but there were several scenes in his memory that seemed to reappear several times.

The intermediate ranger in front noticed Wutong who was lagging behind, and saw that he was looking around calmly, so he quietly left the group in front, walked to the masked boy, and asked softly: "Wutong, did you find anything? "

"We should have been going in circles, and you've noticed it, Azeh." Wutong lowered his voice. He didn't want to give others any excuse to make accusations that would upset the team's hearts.

The young ranger known as Aze nodded. He did not look down upon the masked boy because of his age, because Shirou had already warned the three intermediate rangers that this masked boy was almost the first. An elite newcomer who graduated from the school ranger course with excellent results.

"Is it possible that we have lost our way?" Aze guessed.

"Maybe." Wutong replied casually. In fact, he had discovered something else, but he just didn't want to say it.

There was no real danger yet, and he didn't intend to dance too much. If the sky fell, there would still be Shirou and three mid-level rangers in front of him to hold him up. There was no need for him to rush before the leader made any obvious moves. Performance, not to mention that no matter where you are, there are many stupid people, but there are also many smart people. He will not regard himself as the best in the world.

A few more minutes passed, and the entire team was still walking through the cold forest where the sun was hidden. The temperature, which should have been getting warmer as the sun gradually rose, was strangely getting colder and colder. The rangers who were wearing a singlet and a coat felt the coldness creeping into their collars.

"Everyone, stop! Come here."

Finally, Shirou in front stopped, raised his hands and shouted, causing the entire team to gather at the front.

Everyone gathered together, Shirou's originally stern face became even more gloomy, so that no one here dared to say anything and only looked at him.

"Big-billed bird, fly over the forest and see what's going on here."

Shirou didn't say anything, he just took out one of his spirits in front of everyone and released a strong toucan.

The toucan made a high-pitched cry and flapped its wings several times. The strong wind caused many people's clothes and hair to fly. In the short breath, it had already risen several meters high.

But when it flew more than ten meters high and submerged into the morning mist emanating from the canopies of the big trees in the forest, it suddenly became eerily quiet.

The whirring sound of the toucan, which originally flapped its strong wings vigorously, disappeared without a trace the moment it entered the thick fog, as if it had disappeared all at once.

Some people are keenly aware of this. They feel cold and cold at first, but now they feel even more terrified.

"Big-billed bird! Big-billed bird!" Shirou looked ugly and called a few times quickly, but received no response. With the last glimmer of hope, he shouted again: "Big-billed bird! Fly down as soon as you hear it! "

As time passed, an indescribable and strange pressure quietly appeared. Everyone's expressions became different. They no longer gathered to stare at Shirou's gloomy face, but looked around with a bit of fear.

It's been more than ten seconds, no response.

Under normal circumstances, even if the toucan flies dozens of meters above the forest, he should be able to hear the trainer's call, but now it seems to have disappeared without a trace.

A question arose in everyone's mind, where did the big-billed bird go?

Wutong felt the uneasiness permeating the team at this time, and the face under his mask was not good-looking. This kind of weirdness was beyond the scope of his cognition and ability.

Even if the big-billed bird suddenly screamed and fell from above covered in blood, it would be like this deathly silence, not even a sound of insects could be heard!

"Let's go! Let's go back along the original road immediately!"

At this time, Shirou decisively abandoned the missing toucan and decisively led the team back along the original road. On the trees on the road, they all left a set of carved road signs unique to the rangers.

Wutong silently followed the team back, pressing the slightly tingling temples of his head with the middle fingers of both hands. He tried his best to recall when the abnormality occurred after he first left the camp and chose to head towards the forest in the southwest.

There was nothing unusual at first. He recalled the time he looked at his watch. From the time he set off to about two consecutive ten-minute timers, he could at least see some sky through the morning fog, and there were also some noises around him.

Wutong's breathing increased unknowingly, and he recalled that it was probably from the 20th minute that his team saw a strange thing, and then the abnormality began.

The thing itself is not strange, it is a bright red bud. A single branch is as high as a child's knee, and the bud is as big as an adult's hand. The bright red bud is supported by three green leaves on the edge.

The strange thing is that when this strange flower with beautiful and bright colors appeared, the surrounding trees were all green, and the flowers along the way were also elegant and light-colored, but it was bright and red.

Many people in the team saw it, but just glanced at it and ignored it. Only the Wutong looked back now, and it looked more and more bright and red in memory.

After walking past the red flower, Wutong tried his best to recall, but his head became more and more confused and heavy. He felt that the sounds around him became smaller and smaller, and the surrounding scenes became more and more monotonous and repetitive...

boom!

"Wu Tong!"

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, Wutong felt severe pain on his forehead and nose, and someone suddenly called his name loudly in his ears.