Chapter 3390: The Lost Traveler
Andrew Taylor raised a hand and grabbed a handful of wind.
Wind infused with Magic Power was like electromagnetic waves in the air, containing an abundance of information.
For instance, behind the small hill in the distance, a turtle-like spirit was gnawing on rocks. The crunching sounds, carried on the wind, became exceptionally clear to the Werewolf's ears. Unfortunately, the spirit was too small, only palm-sized, and not worth making a special trip for.
Further away, in a mountain range the Xiangqi Hunting Team had cleared that morning, a fresh crack had appeared in the ground. Yellowish Earth Qi intermittently spewed from the fissure, like a broken spring. The pungent Earth Qi made him feel as though someone had chopped a pile of onions in front of him, stinging the Werewolf's eyes until they turned slightly sore.
Andrew rubbed his eyes, took out a little notebook, and recorded the information. He planned to report it to the captain later. If he had time, he might go take a look—just a look, of course. Cracks like this were not their responsibility. The teams behind them that "planted trees" would naturally handle the filling and reinforcement.
Even farther away, the information carried by the wind became somewhat distorted.
This was also the main duty of Seeker Hunters like him nowadays—in hunting grounds such as the Xuanhuang Small World, Seeker Hunters had become pure scouts. They helped hunting teams see farther and hear more clearly, sparing them most of the effort of tracking prey. The work had become much easier.
Just like now.
He was already about ten kilometers away from the hunting team.
Even monitoring magic at the Registered Wizard level could hardly maintain surveillance over such a great distance for long. Thus, the hunting team had