In the next few days, with the constant beast tide outbreak, the small scout teams kept going out to scout the nearby small beast tide. However, in order to ensure the survival rate of the scout team, it became three small teams with 18 people moving together.
Even so, the death rate of the scouts remained high. Almost every day, there would be a death.
Lu Yuan understood even more clearly that the green-haired squinty-eyed guy was not lying when he said that the mortality rate would reach 60%.
There were really that many.
Because of Lu Yuan's existence, no one in Lu Yuan's team had died.
Too bad. Lu Yuan had all kinds of trump cards. Even if they were facing a beast tide, they could retreat.