This time, Milo did not dress up or put a mask on for Old Durkin. He let it blend into the night completely as its original self, a shadow.
This might have sounded a little odd, but when they quickly infiltrated the forest, Old Durkin’s base color was the best camouflage for it.
When Old Durkin traveled through the forest in the cover of the shadows, the enemy would probably not discover its existence if they did not get closer for a careful look. Furthermore, as Old Durkin did not breathe or sweat, even the most experienced hunter in the world wouldn’t detect it with their sense of smell.
The barbarians could never have expected there to be a superpower that was so suitable for scouting in this world.
Of course, Old Durkin was not entirely undetectable since some of the hidden sentries were in unexpected locations. As Milo had to lead the troops and control Old Durkin at the same time, Old Durkin might encounter a hidden sentry if Milo was a little distracted. But it was not too much of a problem. As long as the sentries were killed, no one would discover Old Durkin.
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