Just as Kuya had just taken on the form of a giant in the river, at the junction of the lower reaches of the river and the Zuraka River, two Evil Covenanters were watching the movement on the river from the rainforest on both sides of the river.

They knew that the front-line troops on the rainforest border would be sending reinforcements over in the next two days, which was very important for the situation that was now on the verge of breaking out on the side of the Kurast seaport.

The legendary bosses in the city had just kicked out a legendary professional assassin who had come to spy on the information, and they suspected that this would be the beginning of the pros' campaign to regain the seaport of Kurast.

Therefore, the bigwigs in the city also gave a death order, so that these unlucky people at the bottom kept an eye on this tributary day and night, because they were afraid that getting too close to the upper reaches of the tributary would have any adverse effects on the battlefield on the border of the rainforest, and because of the serious shortage of manpower, the sentry posts of the evil pact were arranged until the middle of this tributary was stopped.

The two sentry posts were the last of the tributaries before they joined the Zuraka River.

In fact, according to the two of them, the setting up of this sentry is simply superfluous.

Because there are dozens of bright and dark outposts of various types in front of them monitoring the river, and there are even legendary powerhouses and high-level evil pact people among these sentry posts, plus the group of winged demons cruising in the sky, how can such a large reinforcement fleet escape their eyes?

Putting the two of them in this hellish place is a personal vendetta of some damn squad leader!

Isn't it because the gold equipment before didn't promise to be exchanged for him? As for cheating your brothers like this?

A level 44 Assassin deed stretched out boredly among the weedy and foliage sentry and wiped his face with an impatient expression.

Why the hell does this place like rain so much?

This is the third rain in the past few days!

And even if it rains, the air is still stuffy, and there is no fresh feeling at all......

The Assassin shook his drowsy head, got up from under the leaves, glanced at his sleeping brother, sighed softly, and walked to the riverbank to get ready for water.

Just as he unbuttoned his pants and was about to start whistling, something seemed to float in front of him in the rain and fog on the river.

Originally, the Assassins didn't care, as there were large areas of primeval forest on both sides of the river, and it was normal for a log driftwood or something to float over the river.

But when he finished putting out the water and lifted his pants and was about to continue to go back to the sentry post to nest, the casual glance at the river made him instantly sleepless.

He saw half a sheep-headed demon lying on a piece of charred driftwood, and nailed it firmly to the black log, a very strange-looking short spear!

"It's... Oh my god! Brother! Brother! Get up! Something is wrong! The Assassin's eyes widened for a moment, and after making sure that what he was seeing was not a hallucination, he quickly opened his mouth and shouted, then felt for a hook in the inventory, swallowed his saliva, took aim, and then flung the hook out and hooked it accurately on the log.

The Assassin's younger brother, a druid, was awakened by the Assassin's shouts, and he crawled out of the shack rubbing his eyes, his face still feeling like he hadn't gotten up.

"What the hell! It's raining so hard, you don't stay inside, what are you screaming outside? ”

"Come and see! This... This is a big deal! The elder brother's voice trembled a little, and he had already pulled the charred black log that the hook hooked back to the shore, and now he pointed to the corpse of the half-piece of the sheep-headed demon nailed to the log with a pale face for his brother to see.

"What... This! Sheep... Sheep-headed demon?! Judging by the appearance of this corpse, it seems to be a doppelganger?! ”

The druid's brother first walked over with some impatience, but as soon as his eyes fell on the half of the corpse, his eyes immediately widened to the limit, and he suddenly lost any sleepiness at the thought of the meaning of the thing they had found.

"The reinforcement flotilla was ambushed? But how is this possible? The monsters in this rainforest are our eyes and sentry posts, how did they get past without knowing it? ”

"Leave that alone, that's not what we should be thinking! Use your crows to contact the sentry posts upstream and tell them all the information we have found! ”

The corner of the assassin's eyes jumped as the body of the sheep-headed demon clone slowly disappeared from the edge little by little, and he turned back directly to interrupt his brother's speculation.

Once the projected corpse begins to disappear, the speed is very fast, and a little bit of slow disappearance like this can only be the corpse of a monster clone!

"Uh... Ahh Good! I understand! The druid immediately summoned a raven to make it look at the corpse clearly, and then he whispered a few words in the crow's ear and grabbed a handful of dried fruit from his inventory.

As soon as the crow pecked at the dried fruit, its wings soared into the sky, and soon disappeared into the rain above the jungle.

The druid's raven is a mutated summon that, although not much more combative, is able to project what it sees into the eyes of others.

However, this ghost thing has become very difficult to serve since it mutated, not only does it have to give benefits every time it goes to report, but it also wants it to investigate it on a rainy day and it is 10,000 unwilling.

No way, who told him to mutate a single crow and not the entire skill?

For a low-level evil pact like them, a mutated creature should be satisfied, isn't it just a little dried fruit?

It's nothing when the baby is offered!

The two brothers breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the crow report it, and they looked at each other, then moved their gaze to the strange short spear that nailed the sheep-headed demon to the log.

They had never seen this kind of thing before, and the ordinary equipment throwing spears threw out phantoms that materialized energy, which were no different from ordinary spears in other aspects, but the problem was that they would last for a period of time and then turn back into energy and disappear.

But the spear in front of them showed no sign of disappearing, and it was obvious that this was not a professional equipment, but a physical object.

But a non-equipped spear can actually nail a doppelganger-level demon to a log?

What kind of artifact is this?

The two brothers looked at each other again, and both saw a deep sense of greed in each other's eyes......

Not to mention how the two brothers of the Evil Pact fought for the Spear Hunter's short spear, when the Druid's Raven brought the information about the discovery of the sheep's head demon's corpse on the river to another outpost in the upper reaches of the river, it immediately attracted the attention of one of the high-ranking Pact Cultivators in charge of the sentry.

He quickly crafted a letter with his own hands, and similarly used the druid's crow skills to deliver it to a sentry post at the forefront, which was headed by a legendary powerhouse.

The legendary Evil Pact who oversees the uppermost area is none other than Firefarr, and since the woman has been betrayed several times in battle, Mephisto has sent her directly to the upper reaches of the river to pick up reinforcements sent back from the front.

The Demon God tells Laurie that if she messes up this time, then no matter what kind of family power this woman has in Xiansai, it will definitely throw her directly to the front line of the Second World to be cannon fodder!

Laurie, who was severely warned, did not dare to be careless, she waited on the edge of the river almost every day, eager to see the news of the reinforcement fleet, but the reinforcement fleet did not arrive, but first waited for the news that the fleet might have been attacked from the rear.

This news frightened Laurie into a cold sweat on her bald head, and she hurriedly sent the Winged Demon troops from the middle of the river to continue to reconnoiter upstream, and she immediately began to gather manpower to prepare for reinforcements as soon as the information arrived.

At the same time, Nuhuofa's heart was also praying incessantly, she hoped that the escort team of the reinforcements would hold on for a long time no matter what, so that she might still have time to rescue......