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Regardless of this for now, we still have to take Windlow out of the underground space, get some sun, eat something, and drink some water so that he can recover better.

As for Leslie, the jumping wood elf also had to slow down.

The thing that wood elves hate most is slow walking, and not being able to run is torture for them.

But wood elves are born with a stronger sense of collective honor than other elves, and must act as a team.

The four of them moved slowly, like exhausted soldiers, and it took them almost a whole morning to reach the cave where Leslie discovered the ratman.

She rushed into the cave first, holding a longbow that could be used as both a ranged and melee weapon.

However, after exploring the cave for a while, the wood elf jumped out of the cave with his hands, looking disappointed.

"Nothing. We came too late. The ratman had already run away! What a pity. The prey didn't even leave any scent."

"Great."

Wendlow spoke in a very low voice, so quietly that only Mousse could hear it.

I feel extremely weak now. The dream I had last night was so strange.

But if it was a dream, why was my body so weak? Regardless of what happened last night, the most important thing now was to recover my body as soon as possible.

Dead leaves and wood can be found everywhere in the forest.

It's easy to build a simple fire.

Then I put the pot on the stove and prepared to cook. I don’t know why, but I really want to eat wolfberry, leek, yam, okra and oysters.

It's a pity that there was nothing around, just some things Leslie hunted and wild vegetables.

But it works. Mix the meat of small animals with wild vegetables and stew them together. Add a little bit of salt and it will become a delicacy in the hands of Windlow.

After all, camping in the wild all year round, so the cooking skills are naturally very good.

After drinking big gulps of hot soup, Windlow finally regained a lot of strength, and his calves, which had been very sore and weak, became energetic again.

They drank soup and rested at the same time. Now was a rare break time for the four of them.

Even the three tribes of elves did not have any disputes, and they enjoyed the food quietly.

The fragrance floated unobstructed in the nearby swamp forest until it was captured by a nose.

A figure lurked in the darkness and saw the four people who were eating at a glance, and also noticed the aroma coming from their pot.

"The taste, yes, yes."

The black shadow seemed to be talking to itself, or perhaps reminding itself.

He took out the water bag from his waist, poured some water into his hands, and then scraped his face with both hands over and over again, completing the most basic face washing process and washing away his own smell.

It has to be said that this behavior was very correct, even the wood elves did not notice its existence.

It was very patient and did not appear until the four people had eaten everything and were returning home.

After making sure that the four people would not return again, he picked up the stone stained with broth and licked the remaining broth on it over and over again.

He even picked up the bones that the four people had gnawed on and used his sharp teeth to eat the remaining meat on them.

At the same time, he broke the bones, took out the unattended bones inside with his slender fingers, and ate them all.

After such a raging massacre, there was no food left in the camp that could provide energy.

Then he opened the water bag, poured some water into his hands, washed his hands and face, hid himself again, and walked towards the direction of Miragliano City.

Inside the city, the mercenary leader looked at the four people who had returned, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

They neither brought back the ratman's head nor the dimensional stone, so they could only say that their expectations were wrong.

It seems that the elves cannot be relied upon to deal with the ratmen. They are not as powerful as the Tyrell ratcatchers and tiger men, but one cannot show it on one's face.

"Thank you all for your contributions, but without the ratmen, there will be no reward."

"Any clues about the prey?"

Leslie stepped forward immediately. Hunting failure was the greatest shame for the wood elves.

"Any clues?"

Clues? This is quite interesting. When dealing with the ratmen, it would be helpful to know some information about them in advance.

For example, the number of underground raids and whether the ratmen have dimensional stone weapons are also of great benefit to the mercenary group.

If the wood elf in front of you tells you useful information, it might be worth listening to it.

"Go ahead, I can pay you for the information."

Then Leslie began to describe it vividly. This is the talent of the wood elves.

They are very good at observing prey, and once they encounter prey that they cannot kill, they will record all the information about the prey.

He can even give a very complete narration to other companions.

Everything is for the purpose of better hunting prey.

"I saw my prey this time. She looks like a ratman, or the rarest of all ratmen, a female ratman."

"Female ratman?"

Upon hearing this, the mercenary leader immediately stood up excitedly. As a Tyrell human, he certainly understood the existence of ratmen better than the Imperial humans.

The strength and endurance of ratmen are completely inferior to those of humans. In a head-on combat, one adult human can fight against three ratmen.

But they are very fast. They run fast, think fast, are born fast, grow fast, and die fast.

The most terrifying thing is that although the lifespan of rat people is only thirteen years, they can reach adulthood in just five months.

Killing ordinary ratmen is of no concern to them, as they will be able to reproduce a new batch of ratmen in a short time anyway.

Therefore, there is only one way to inflict a serious blow to the ratmen, and that is to kill the female ratmen who can reproduce.

There are not many female ratmen, who serve as tools for the elite class of ratmen to mate, give birth and raise offspring. Sometimes, just killing a female ratman can cause a small ratman clan to completely collapse.

This information is very useful. If you can kill a female ratman, it is equivalent to killing three thousand ordinary ratmen.

"Yes, female rat people. The mercenary group needs information about female rat people. As long as the information is correct and we kill those bloated breeding machines, you can get a huge reward!"

"A bloated breeding machine? The female ratman I saw was not like that. She was just like an ordinary ratman, with almost no difference."

"Hey, you must have seen it wrong."

The mercenary leader was very excited at first, but after hearing Leslie's description of the female ratman, he immediately realized that the wood elf might have made a mistake.

The Tyrells once captured female ratmen alive. They were a group of huge monsters with low intelligence. Their long-term inability to move and continuous pregnancy caused them to become obese and their limbs to degenerate, so they could only roll around in the breeding pits.

Basically, it is just a huge uterus used by the rat people for reproduction.

But Leslie insisted on her statement. What she saw was a female ratman who was flexible and agile, and no different from other ratmen.

"A wood elf never has any problems with his eyesight!"