Chapter 173 Querying the mole

After a brief discussion, the two agreed with Star's idea of rushing overnight.

A night of fierce war has made them exhausted, and their bodies have been covered with large and small scars. After a short break, he bandaged the wound, nibbled some dry food with cold water and immediately went on the road.

There is no place to hide in the path outside the village, which means that there is no ambush.

Everyone rushed to the five ends in a row, and then they stopped. The desolation in the Bimon territory is far beyond Star's imagination. It seems that only the place near the City of Thunder can have large areas of farmland. Obviously, the soil here can adapt to any plant.

Derson filled a large mouthful of water and casually threw the dry water bag on the ground. It seems that since last night, this man has been extremely thirsty. Every once in a while, he has to take a sip of water. For exactly five hours, he drank a full bottle of water from Rosa. You know, that's his usual weight for a day.

Star frowned slightly, and he felt that Old Rogge was gasping for breath. Except for Sylvanas who woke up and asked for water, no one spoke again. They are all trying to maintain their physical strength. Starr straightened up, and there was no doubt about where he was now. Except for the distant woods, no living things could be seen on this land. With a long sigh, he also felt exhausted, as if his whole body had reached the limit.

"Why don't we take a break?" For a long time, Star broke the silence and asked in a low voice.

"Good!" The two seemed to be unable to ask for it, and quickly agreed.

"Roger, put that guy down. Let me see how her injury is.

Roger gently put Sylvanas on a soft-looking ground and sat down on the ground. Although the Zall elf is not heavy, at least it is only dozens of pounds. That night, he felt that he was running with a bag of sandbags. Until now, when he stopped, he felt that his two calves were constantly trembling.

Roger lay on the ground regardless of his image, with his short limbs straight outside. He is also exhausted. It's all the damn sharp-horned hammer... Usually, he always feels that it's not heavy enough. In these five hours, he almost broke two calves.

Star closed his eyes for a while and looked at Sylvanas again.

Zhuoer's skin looked a little pale in the sun, and she frowned tightly. It seems that the uncontrollable pain is being suppressed, and the exquisite facial features seem to be distorted. Her thin body is still trembling slightly.

Star frowned and gently tore the gauze in front of Sylvanas' chest. Fortunately, the wound has been scarred, at least it won't bleed again. It seems that those drugs are still useful. If she hadn't been too seriously injured, at least most of her would have recovered after these five hours. But at least she can't take action in a day.

"Tut." Rogge turned up with difficulty and looked at Star with his head tilted.

"What's the matter?" Star asked doubtfully.

"That group of tycoons really have the heart to do it." Old Rogge made a gesture with his hand from his neck to his lower abdomen. Such a big wound would have died long ago if it were an ordinary human. If they dare to do this to their companions, then they don't dare to do anything else.

Star nodded, not distracted by Rogge's words, but carefully tore off the gauze. He carefully sprinkled a layer of powder on the wound.

"Look, I really doubt how they did it." Rogge continued. The great elves have 'sunlight punishment' under the sun, and they even did it. How many means do they have?

After applying the powder, Sta gently put Sylvanas back on the ground. He suddenly remembered something and immediately looked at old Rogge. You said..." Star deliberately stretched his voice, "Last night I saw the man who pretended to be Abby... He detained Abby's soul in a magic card. This reminds me of one thing. Was Desen too anxious to misread last night? Could those people occupy Sylvanas' body? Otherwise, they can't do it so real at all!"

Roger suddenly calmed down. He couldn't help frowning and shaking his head. He seemed to be trying to recall what happened last night. And Desen also got up and couldn't take his eyes off Rogge, with a pair of round eyes dripping.

"No, I will never read it wrong!" Instead of speaking first, it was Desen. I saw clearly last night that those people did pour some strange mucus on Sylvanas, and then covered their bodies.

'So that's it,' Star muttered to himself.

Star learned about what happened last night from Rogge and Desen, and then never said anything about him again. As he kept writing and drawing on the ground, Rogge came up and took a look, but he didn't understand what the squares on the ground were.

After another hour, Sylvanas finally woke up slightly.

"Don't move. Your injury is too heavy." Star quickly stopped her idea of getting up. "I've been drugged. At least you have to have half a day to move freely. It will almost recover tomorrow."

"Thank you." Sylvanas said with difficulty. She turned her head slightly and saw the moment when she saw Desen, her eyes trembled unconceively. They..."

"Don't talk. The wound on your chest has hurt your lungs, and it will affect the wound when you speak. It will not only affect the recovery of your wound, but also leave sequelae. Star said loudly.

"But..." Sylvanas still wanted to speak. Her hands were still trembling slightly, and her raised fingers were always pointing to Desen.

"Don't worry, everything is up to me. Trust me like you believe in Old Rogge. Star narrowed his eyes with a smile. Take a break and let Derson carry you for a while. Let's go now."

Roger opened his mouth slightly, and he always complained about Star's behavior.

Deson carried Sylvanas on his back and went on the road first. Rogge and Star hung behind him not far away, trying not to guarantee that the conversation between the two would not be heard by Sylvanas in front of them. Star, I don't mean that your actions seem a little too much these two times.

"Oh?" Star stopped slightly and looked at Rogge puzzledly.

"First of all, we knew that they had an ambush before we entered that village. Although I didn't remind you at that time, it didn't mean that we knew that the trap would jump in with our eyes open. Second, you know that Sylvanas is pretending. Maybe you don't dare to believe all of Desen's words, I understand. After all, he is just a nervous Bimon, but I have known Sylvanas for at least five years. Just look at it and you will know whether she is true or not. Old Rogge looked extremely angry. The sharp hammer he carried on his shoulder trembled slightly.

"What do you want to do?" Star asked rhetorical.

"You know, those alchemists have been falling behind our buttocks. And those Holy See knights... You're right. Whether the Bimon who led the way is dead or not, we have to be their target. With such a burden... She is a poisonous snake, greedy and cruel. You have saved her now. Maybe she will bite us back when she is healed. A bite of the snake, three points into the bone!" Rogge said fiercely.

"I will consider this. She has to die, but not now. Old Rogge, believe me. I will never let go of that group of alchemists. Star narrowed his eyes with a smile, and a strange look flashed through his pupils. Well, we have to hurry. That guy Desen is walking too fast!"

"Huh, whatever you want!" Old Rogge followed reluctantly.

Star, who turned around, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything. He always has a feeling that there is likely to be more than one person in his team. It's not just Sylvanas, but even Desen, and even Old Rogge. But he can't arbitrarily assert who pretended among them. But he can't believe any of them at will. Maybe it's fake.

And the only thing Star can do now is to try to maintain his position and look on coldly... Don't let the three people behave too much.

As for how to distinguish them, Star has also used his brain, and the first is the sword. Jian Mang is very familiar with the taste of several people, but in the night of fierce battle, their bodies are more or less mixed with the blood of others, which is obviously an impassable way to distinguish from the smell. And since the other party dares to confuse his audition in this way, he must have thought of this.

As for other methods, he has tried them.

It's just that Star can't do it yet... Because he is not sure how many people the other party has sent to him.

Star shook his head. He felt that his current situation seemed to be a game in his previous life. You must find the traitor who hides around you and plots against you... As for the only difference from that game, the number of traitors is not certain. Once you lose, there will be several lives.

Although in his previous life, he liked that game very much. But it's different now! Star pinched the swollen temple, and he wanted to think about what to do next. Thinking of this, Star suddenly found that the person in front of him had stopped.

"What's going on?" Star hurriedly caught up and asked.

"Sir, Sylvanas said there was an ambush here, and then he fainted again." Deson replied.

Star couldn't help frowning, and he had to start to take a good eye on the two roads in front of him.