It turned out that Passat's parents were killed by the Fran slave catchers when they were out hunting, and the tragic situation when they were found was almost unbearable. And Passat, who was still young at that time, witnessed all this with his own eyes! There are too many unyielding snowymen, and unless they threaten their most precious loved ones, they are all tough guys. Even if you don't become a slave, you will definitely die, and the people of the snowfield will not frown because of this!

The hatred of the loss of his parents had made Passat fearful and angry, and it stands to reason that as a warrior, Passat had behaved badly when he was in front of the enemy. But that performance was caused by her psychological trauma, and now when the blood of Bragg, a member of the French slave trappers, splattered on her face and body, years of fear suddenly melted away, and all that was left was more and more hatred and a stronger desire to kill!

"Whew~!huh~!huh~!I. It's okay, don't worry."

Wiping a handful of blood and tears from his face, Passat's mood finally calmed down a bit. Although she looked a little cautious with a blood-red face at the moment, Zhang Yang knew that after experiencing everything just now, this female warrior finally stepped out of the shadow of fear, although it was not normal, but she could already exert her combat power.

"Passat, you're fine, it's just a pity that this live mouth that was caught with great difficulty, I wanted to pull some information out of his mouth, but now hey, forget it,"

"What, Wright, I'm sorry."

"Nothing, I can understand, the question now is how to escape. With our strength, we are no match for others at all, not to mention that like you said, the slave catcher team has never been alone, I think they should already know about the death of this shooter, let's run quickly."

In fact, just now, a scan of mental power that was the same as just now had swept over here again, and Zhang Yang had reason to believe that the enemy had already known the death of the shooter, and had sent more people to deal with the four of them. Such a shooter is already a strong enemy that needs to be designed to kill, and if there are a few more, Zhang Yang can't deal with it now

The situation has reached the point of urgency, Zhang Yang quickly untied the weapons and equipment of the dead shooter, no matter what, he could not be restrained, not to mention that for him now, the bow and arrow are undoubtedly the weapons that can exert his most combat power at present. Of course, judging from his current strength, which is still in a weakened state, this combat power has to be discounted again

Although Lentu's injuries are no longer fatal, he still can't fight, and not only that, but just walking on his own is a big challenge for him. Fortunately, Chavers was shot through the thigh by an arrow and basically lost his ability to move. Passat alone is not enough to take these two Slavic strong men to escape, as for Zhang Yang, he is using the corpse of the dead shooter to set a trigger trap at the moment, as long as someone turns over the corpse, two poison-impregnated steel nails will eject out, as for whether it can hit, it is not something Zhang Yang needs to consider in a hurry.

Carrying the still pale Lentu on his back, and then holding the sweaty Chavers with one arm. This is already the limit of the Passat. In the past, she had been complacent about having such two big men, but now for the first time in her heart, she hoped that they would not grow so strong and become lighter.

Zhang Yang, who retreated while setting up some small traps, actually knew in his heart that except for the trap set by using the archer's corpse, it was still a little powerful, and the rest of the 'gadgets' were a little unsightly for those who were above the third order. Even if these traps try to hurt them, they can't even do it, at most they can add some blockage to slow down the pursuit.

Stumbling, just when Zhang Yang and his party escaped less than 500 meters, four people appeared on the snow bag in the distance!

"Not good! They're after it! Passat, get cover!"

At a distance of five hundred meters, what he saw was already quite blurry compared to the eyesight of an ordinary person, but except for the three Passats, Zhang Yang and the pursuers were not ordinary people. With their eyesight, they can see each other's every move almost clearly!

Therefore, Zhang Yang knew in his heart that it was almost impossible to escape from this unobstructed snowfield. All he can do is do his best to prevent the other party from approaching, and it is really difficult to kill the other party with the strength that is not as good as ordinary people.

"That kid in Prague was killed by a few people like this? What a piece of rubbish!" \

The man who spoke was a middle-aged male warrior with a dark face, his name was Salanar, nicknamed 'Dire Wolf'. From ten years ago, when his strength was only at the top of the second-order bronze, to the strength of the third-order black iron level now, Sarannar's experience and personal strength in capturing slaves are second only to the existence of the captain Cove in this team. The slaves he captured alone were enough to form a village.

Just now, when the warlock who accompanied the team told him the news of Prague's death, the rest of Koff's team was still a little unconvinced. Everyone knew the results of the warlock's detection before, and none of those four people were more than second-order in strength. It stands to reason that Prague can deal with more than a dozen of these goods at the same time, but Prague is still dead. That's why it caught the attention of Saranal.

Long before Zhang Yang and the others found them, Saranar had seen them. However, 'Dire Wolf' has always been cautious and cunning, he has to find out how Prague died first, and then go to capture those 'pigs'.

When Salanal and his three men came down to Prague's body, Prague was lying face down in the snow, and the sight of blood everywhere was a bit cautious. Not only that, but the bloody holes on his back silently told the blood. In addition to Salanar, the three members of the slave catching team next to him all felt a little chill in their hearts, and the teammates who were laughing together just now had died tragically at this moment!

"Little San'er, you go and turn him over, these wounds should be puncture wounds caused by the chest, it seems that there should be someone among the pigs who has a big enmity with our slave hunting team."

"Great!"

Hearing Salanal's words, the young warrior called Xiao San immediately stepped forward quickly, but when he crouched and turned over Prague's corpse, with a bang! Boom! There were two trembling sounds, and the two steel nails that popped out to the left and right suddenly caught him off guard!

Although Xiao San let go of the key point at the critical moment, one of the steel nails still cut a bloody hole on his face!

"Oops! There are traps!!"

This scene was completely unexpected by Saranal, from the time when Prague was found dead to how many people fled, how much time had passed?! But the other party has come up with such a ruthless trap, it seems that there is a good hunter hidden among the pigs!

Originally, Saranal saw that Xiao San was no big deal except for a small cut on his face and a butt on the ground, but after half a minute, he didn't see Xiao San stand up, which was a problem, so when he carefully took the remaining two to the front of Xiao San, the sight that caught his eye suddenly made the experienced dire wolf Salanar frown!

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