After a night of fierce fighting, the traveler caravan alone killed as many as fifteen centurion-level demonic beasts! According to the rules of the Alliance, this means at least fifteen three-star missions, and Old Dakker had promised at the beginning of the operation that all battles that took place along the way would be paid at the same rate as official missions. This means that the adventurers on this trip will also enjoy all the benefits of regular witchers, so even if there are casualties, the morale of the team is still strong.

After a night of fierce fighting, even with the endless fire support of the traveler caravan, everyone still looked a little tired. In the field, it was necessary to keep plenty of rest, but the elder nevertheless ordered to continue the journey.

On the road, although it was not as dense as yesterday, there were still a series of various demonic beasts attacking the caravan. And they are basically high-ranking demonic beasts close to the strength of the centurion.

In broad daylight, there are only one or two at a time, so it's not too much of a threat to the escorts and adventurers. But every time a batch is killed, the next wave will appear, and the continuous flow is still very consuming and annoying.

Old Dekker watched the wolf-shaped demonic beast on the left side of the team being torn apart by machine gun fire, and said coldly: "It seems that we are really being targeted. These monsters are simply organized actions. ”

Fan Li also sat in the command car, playing with his short sword with his fingertips: "Look at the type, even the demonic beasts from hundreds of miles away have been summoned...... The enemy is not small! Who could it be? ”

"Who else? Aren't they the black guys," Old Dekker snorted angrily with a hideous face, "traitors who have succumbed to the Demon Realm! ”

Fan Li shook his head: "I can't say that, those people didn't succumb to the demon world, they just worshiped power more......"

"What's the difference? Always a traitor. If you are touched by the old man, you will definitely kill them all! ”

"It's not a bad thing, actually." Fan Li laughed, "Although I don't know the specific reason, but this time they gathered all the demonic beasts around them, isn't it just convenient for us to catch them all?" In this way, the abyssal power of this area will form a blank period of at least three months. During this period, it will be much easier for people to travel, and it is not impossible to advance the front line if the opportunity is seized. ”

"You're so confident." Old Dekker looked at him strangely, "Ordinary people don't have such optimistic thoughts, do they?" ”

Fan Li shrugged: "I paid attention, there are no powerful guys of the Centurion among the Warcraft that attacked us...... In that case, it honestly doesn't matter how much. ”

"I forgot, you're a famous 'clearer' in the Alliance."

"The old man has won the prize. I'm just good at dealing with some of the little guys who don't make it into the flow. Fan Li looked up at the sky with a grin, and then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, since the old man is not willing to say the reason for being targeted, I won't ask more, but let's make sure, is the 'thing' targeted by the enemy still safe?" Yesterday's events made me a little concerned: the ghost leopard, the sword demon, the monster herd...... There were three waves of attacks in a row, but only that sword demon was the most dangerous, and he was the only demon that appeared so far. In retrospect, I always felt that the timing of his appearance was a bit delicate. ”

Old Decker's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly left the command room and pulled over to the truck behind.

Fan Li didn't expect that he would say anything, and was stunned for a moment: "Oh, it seems that things are a little big." ”

So he left here and jumped back into the walking car he had been in......

That recruit boy named Ling Key is really unexpectedly capable!

Fan Li nimbly jumped all the way back to the car he was riding, the same one that Ling Key was riding.

Ling Jian was doing tarot divination on the side at this time. More unique, he put his handbag on the lap as a table, set up the card array, due to the limited space, normal cards may not be able to put down; However, Ling Key uses a weak version of a deck of cards, each of which is the size of a thumb.

While each card is beautifully crafted, it still looks weird.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Fan Li asked, "Use this...... Did it work? ”

If you're a class like a soothsayer, divination with tarot cards is pretty reliable, but the decks they use are all specially made items, and they can't just take a deck of cards and use them. And what Ling Jian is fiddling with now is more like a toy no matter how you look at it!

"It's bad luck." Ling Jian said in a dull voice, and then shuffled the card array, "Is there something wrong, uncle?" ”

"Why don't we go catch that sword demon last night?" Fan Li lowered his voice and said, "The last bullet you fired was the tracker, right?" ”

Ling Jian looked at him in surprise: "You can also see this?" ”

"Haha, it's not obvious, but there is a guy in our studio who likes to use this trick." Fan Li smiled, "How's that?" Now that you've made all the preparations, don't waste it. ”

Ling Jian lowered his head and thought for a moment, and was also a little eager to try: "That's it, but is it just the two of us going?" ”

"Yes, I'll just borrow a locomotive from Old Dakk. He's busy right now, and I'm afraid he doesn't have time to pay attention to us. ”

Soon, a three-wheeled sidecar broke away from the caravan and sped away from the route of the convoy in the other direction.

"Why did you take me?" Ling Jian sat next to him and asked, "Uncle, you should also have your own tracking methods, right?" ”

"Now that you've marked it, why should I bother tracking it myself?" Fan Li exclaimed, "Besides, my purpose has always been clear, boy! Come to our studio, I'm very optimistic about you! ”

"Hey, you're so persistent, I'm a little embarrassed to refuse." Ling Jian said helplessly, "But I really don't want to make a decision at the moment......"

"Haha, I know, boy! Young people always want to go out and have fun. Don't worry, even if you join the studio, it's free, and you won't be forced to work on tasks or anything...... Well, maybe it's only our studio. ”

"It's true that I graduated from the boot camp, but I don't think I'm a demon hunter, I'm a maker." Ling Jian said, "Demon hunters must be a combat class, right?" I can be an equipment consultant for your studio. ”

Ling Jian chose a compromise approach.

"Don't say that, boy!" Fan Li patted the locomotive and said, "You see you don't like to fight and hunt!" Come out without hesitation! ”

"No, it's just a habit." Ling Jian was silent for a moment before replying.

"Getting used to it will do it. Do you think the number of good witchers is so limited? It's because there are too few people who are used to fighting! ”

"......" Ling Jian was a little speechless, "Uncle, you can go to the debate competition." ”

"Haha, if you're out and about, you need a little language communication skills."

"Forget it, pay attention, you're about to get close to your goal!" Ling Jian decisively changed the topic.

"Oh! It's not too far, and it seems that the sword demon hasn't escaped much. ”

……

In the golden sparse grassland, the sword demon centurion Montero. Augusta was sitting on a rock, struggling to reach his back with the remnants of his bone knife, carefully digging out the bullet that had been driven into his back the previous night.

Ding, the metal fell on the stone with a clear crashing sound.

Montero took a deep breath, ignoring the pain of the injuries on his body, and reached out to pick up the bullet stained with his own blood, and put it in front of him to take a closer look: the sharp bullet was engraved with a smooth pattern like flowing water—an alchemical bullet, which was why it could easily shoot through its own skin. Of course, the young man's frenzied use of his pistol to fire rifle rounds at close range was also one of the reasons.

He flipped over the bullet and looked at the bottom: "Sure enough, it's a concentric spider, it's really a cunning human ......"