Slowly, the nostalgia on Cliffor's face turned bitter, and he said in a self-deprecating tone, "However, in the face of hundreds of high-ranking demons, the odds of victory are still slim. ”

His eyes were full of confusion: "If it weren't for the lord's best efforts to kill the demon commander, I'm afraid I would have been buried in the ground twenty years ago." ”

Speaking of this, his cheeks slowly flushed, and he waved his fist excitedly: "Lord Lord killed six great demons with a swing of his sword, and those are great demons whose strength is comparable to that of a fighting martial artist." ”

"So powerful?" Renard looked surprised: "So, the lord of the City of Abundance is a legendary martial artist realm?"

"That's right!" Colliver's heart was full of admiration and admiration: "In front of the legendary martial artist, the fighting spirit martial artist is just an ant that can be killed at will. ”

He gestured with his bare hands, as if he had incarnated into a legendary warrior: "Lord Lord single-handedly kills the demon army, and with a sword in his hand, he can kill countless small demons, and the high demons also have to lose arms and legs." ”

The head of the enemy general in the army is something that Renard has only seen in novels.

Cliver sighed: "But since then, Lord Lord's injuries have left him with a dark illness, and in recent years, he has been bedridden, and the affairs in the territory are all taken care of by Miss Heidi." ”

Renard snorted: "It would be good for the lord to come back alive if he single-handedly killed the commander of the people." ”

The two lingered in the bathroom for a long time, until Mrs. Donna urged them to hurry downstairs to eat, and then they left the bathroom without getting enough.

However, the topic of the two during the meal still did not leave the scope of the vindictive martial artist, which made Mrs. Donna unhappy for a while.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, the two greeted each other tiredly and went back to their bedrooms to rest.

Renard slept so dark that no amount of Sliver could disturb him.

Early the next morning, the two of them got up, washed, and ate breakfast at the same time under the influence of the biological clock, and at the same time put on clean clothes and equipment and prepared to go.

Renard straightened his collar and asked nonchalantly, "What is today's mission?"

Cliffor was even more casual than he was, tying his shoelaces and saying nonchalantly, "The winter hunt has begun, and we're going to clear the native tribes around the territory." ”

"Winter hunting?" Renard looked up in surprise and asked, "Will the City of Plenty also hold winter hunts?"

Cliffor pouted: "This is a city of abundance, a place rich in food, do you think those hungry natives will put the fat in their mouths and go all the way to find the chaff?"

Reynard was speechless and began to pack his things in a huff.

After Cliffor sorted out his gear, he put the leftovers from last night's meal into the food box.

This immediately aroused Renard's curiosity: "Aren't we going to go and come back on the same day?"

Cleaver was still packing up the leftovers, didn't look back, and said, "That's right, we are going to enter the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, and we won't be back for at least three or five days." ”

"Bang!" Renard's sword fell to the ground: "Enter...... Entering the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, I heard that it was very dangerous inside. ”

The Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts is an extremely narrow forest, two or three thousand kilometers long from east to west, stretching from the foot of the Ambrizette Mountains to the territory of the Rowling Kingdom.

Its width is also staggering, even in the narrowest place, it is tens of kilometers wide, and as for the section of forest that separates Nanhuang County and Kale County, the width is at least more than 200 kilometers.

The Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts is the chassis of monsters and beasts, and it is no less dangerous than the Ambrizette Mountains, and it is this forest that separates the Southern Wilderness County from the Rose Province, dividing the entire Arthurian kingdom into two parts: civilization and barbarism.

Ignoring his gaffe, Cliffor said with a smile, "Like I said before, don't follow the crowd. ”

The other party put the food box into the baggage, and continued to add: "The Ten Thousand Beast Forest is actually not as dangerous as you think, otherwise how did the merchants from the north of the kingdom get here, and how did the coastal goods get to the royal capital?"

Renard picked up the long sword on the ground, thoughtful.

Nothing to say halfway.

At noon, the two of them took a caravan to the nearest town to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.

This is the last stop on the way to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, where many caravans have gathered, and they have jointly financed and hired a powerful mercenary group to escort them through the forest.

It is well known that the larger the team, the safer it is, so they will only enter in groups when the number of troops reaches 100 and the number of escorts is 30 percent.

Of course, there is no shortage of speculators hanging from the back of the ranks to get wet, but these miserlines are often reduced to food in the mouths of monsters.

After lunch, Cliver greeted Renard, and the two officially entered the interior of the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.

At first, the road was relatively smooth, but after a few miles of land, the road was completely gone, and all I could see was the woods.

Looking up at the sky, even though it's the depths of winter, the trees here are still lush and green, and it's hard for sunlight to shine in, let alone make out directions, and even adventurers like Cliffor rely on a compass to find out where they are when they enter the forest.

He took the map and analyzed it for a long time, and finally pointed to a corner and said, "Let's go and exterminate this kobold tribe." ”

Renard tilted his head for a moment, then asked his own question: "Why don't we exterminate the kobold tribe that is closer, and instead go far?"

Cliffor followed his gaze and immediately knew which target he was pointing at: "That won't work. ”

Renard was even more puzzled: "Why not, because the strength is very strong?"

Cleaver shook his head: "No, it's a friendly kobold tribe, we can't do anything to them, otherwise we will become the public enemy of all mercenaries and merchants." ”

Then he began to explain in detail.

It turns out that the indigenous tribes entrenched in the forest of ten thousand beasts are all divided into friendly and evil, the so-called friendly is the indigenous tribe that is willing to help human beings, and the so-called evil is the indigenous tribe that survives by robbing their homes.

The way to distinguish is very simple, it is to observe their tribal totems, and the people who write human words are friendly indigenous peoples, and the more words they have, the friendlier they are.

As for the natives who are painted with all kinds of strange patterns and are about to die when they first meet, they must be indigenous robbers who rob their homes.

Of course, the natives go out hunting and don't run around with flags and totems.

Therefore, Clifford assigned Renard the task of negotiating as a scout when he encountered the natives, which was obviously a very unlucky job, and he would not be injured.