It was night, in the camp of the half-elf patrolmen.

"Boss, something happened."

Before Sherlock could ask, an angry voice burst in.

"How do you guard the forest?"

Luke hurriedly ran over and introduced the situation: "This is Yoros, his daughter Marisa went out this morning to collect the wind and has not come back until now, and the trace on her body is broken. “

In order to protect the safety of their children, each underage elf has been cast with a spell that can track their tracks, that is, traces.

The range of the traces is limited to the Comanso Forest and its surroundings.

If the trail is broken, it means that the person has left the Comanso forest;

Or...... It's dead!

In either case, it's not too rosy.

"Sherlock, take someone to find my daughter immediately, and if I don't hear from Marissa tomorrow morning, you and your patrol will get out of Comanso for me." Yoros roared.

"I ......"

"We'll find your daughter." Sherlock hurriedly grabbed Luke, who wanted to make a move, and walked away.

Finding an elf in the vast Comanso Forest can be difficult for others.

But for the druids, especially the summoners, it wasn't too much trouble.

Because of the blood of elves, most of the half-elves have a certain degree of talent for spellcasting.

Among them, the talents are particularly powerful, such as Si Linxi, who are absorbed by the elves and can learn the magic of the elves completely.

In addition, those with average talent are allowed to grow on their own after basic teaching.

Due to the environment and work, most of the patrol members will work in the two basic professions of druid and ranger.

As for the second-order classes, the Ranger will generally choose the Elven Sword Wing and the Demon Archer, while the Druid will choose the Animal Lord and the King of the Wild.

Therefore, there are a large number of druids in Sherlock's patrols.

With the sound of a whistle, it didn't take a few minutes for countless animals of all kinds to converge from all directions.

After remembering Marisa's taste and image, the group immediately dispersed again.

"Don't worry, boss, as long as that elf doesn't disappear out of thin air, we'll definitely find it." Luke is an animal lord by profession, and he is quite confident in finding people in the forest.

"I'm not worried about that." Sherlock said with a frown.

"Are you worried that we'll be kicked out by the elves?" With this, the anger in Luke's heart rushed back to him.

"Do you think members of the Elven Council would be so stupid?" Sherlock sneered.

Luke nodded in agreement: "But if we can't find the elf, or if the elf is dead, the Elven Council will definitely trouble us again." “

"At a time like this, the council won't trouble us for something like this."

"When?"

"Nothing." Sherlock remembered that the Valley Entente hadn't even been a word yet, so he didn't say any more.

"So what the hell are you worried about?" Luke continued to ask.

"I'm thinking...... Could this be related to humans? Sherlock voiced his guess.

"You think it's a human slave catcher?" Luke immediately shook his head and said, "Impossible, it is impossible for humans to enter the interior of the Comanso Forest. ”

As the royal court of the elves, the Komanso Forest naturally has a lot of defensive and vigilant barriers, and the further you go inside, the tighter it becomes.

Although it is not as good as the Lost Barrier that covers the entire forest in the later generations, it is not something that anyone can break into.

"We should not underestimate the ambition and desire of human beings, let alone the power that can be generated by such ambition and desire." Sherlock has also traveled half of Ferron.

The mermaid in the Sea of Falling Stars, the beast man on the Middle-earth continent, he has seen too much.

Sometimes, human beings are willing to pay a price that you can't even imagine in order to satisfy their desires.

Squeak Squeak –

An digging rabbit suddenly emerges from the dirt, interrupting Sherlock's musings.

"Boss, there's news!" After Luke asked, he said anxiously, "My old fellow said that a friend of his had seen Marissa near Feather Falls, and there were five humans with him. ”

"Feather Falls, the territory of Feather Valley." Sherlock reacted instantly.

"Is it really the human slave catcher who captured Maria?" Luke was surprised.

"Whether it's or not, we have to go to Feather Valley." Sherlock called Luke, along with a few patrolmen with strong mobility, and hurried to Feather Valley.

Feather Falls is a great stop on the Asaba River and is currently the largest and most populated town in the Feather Valley.

Fortunately, it was already late at night when the group arrived, and their arrival did not cause much movement.

"How's it going, did you find it?" Sherlock didn't rush into the town, but waited for news in the dense forest not far away.

"Hmm!" After communicating with his sniffer, one of the druids said, "My partner smelled Marissa in a room.

"Let your sniff take me there, and you stay here ready to meet me." Sherlock leaps deep, transforms into a black cat, and runs into town after a black platypus.

A quarter of an hour later, in a nondescript house, he quickly found some of Marisa's belongings.

On the bed in the middle of the room, a drunken man was asleep with a naked woman in his arms.

Relying on the detection of the mind, Sherlock directly woke up the man and began to ask questions.

Everything was as he expected.

The man's name was Yaap, a grassroots member of a slave trade organization in Sambia, and his job was to hunt elves in the valley and transport them to the group.

It's just that as the vigilance of the elves has become higher and higher in recent years, Yapp's performance has become worse and worse, and he may not be able to catch a single elf in a year.

This morning, as usual, they pretended to be lumberjacks and walked around the edge of the Comanso Forest for a few laps without finding a chance, and then they were going back to town.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, a man in a black robe suddenly stopped them with an unconscious elf, and then sold the elf in his arms, that is, Marissa, to them for 2,000 gold coins.

Now the market is tight, and with Marisa's appearance, it is transported to Sambia, to say the least, it is 50,000 gold coins as the base.

Naturally, Yapp would not refuse this pie from heaven, and when he bought Marisa, he hurried back to the town with the people.

Inevitably having a lot of dreams at night, he contacted the organization to send Marissa out as soon as he returned.

Then, the rest of the group went to the bar to celebrate, and Yaap called a waiter in a rare way.

Hearing that Marissa had been sent to Sambia, Sherlock couldn't help but frown.

Because Yaap was only a member of the ranks, he didn't know the route of transporting slaves, let alone where they would be sent to Sambia, and his only way to communicate with the outside world was the Flying Feather Caravan that was secretly responsible for transporting them.

Sherlock thought for a moment, and then had a plan in his mind.

First, he split a shadow clone and told the patrolmen who were waiting outside the town about his plan.

Then the main body performed the Mind Dream Builder on Yarp.