Faced with an ambush by dozens of human thieves, the two fish-men had little room to resist.

As soon as Mo Qi wanted to summon the Book of Laws, a sharp dagger was pressed against Mo Qi's neck, and Mo Qi could only raise his hand in surrender. The thieves tied Linda Sangunal's hands with knots and covered Mochi's head with a black cloth bag.

"Boss Otto, do you want to take these two fishmen with you too?" The thief behind Moqi tapped Mochi and Anvina with the tip of his knife and asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Otto is the bald thief who previously restrained Linda Sangunar, and it seems that this person has a high status among these thieves.

The bald thief looked at Mochi and Anvina, "Yes. Everyone has to be tied up, and these two fish-men look a little special, maybe they are still shamans in the fish-men. ”

"None of the astrologers and shadow mages in the organization can cure diseases, what is the use of fish-man shamans?" The thief behind Mochi muttered.

"If you want to tie it, tie it! Where is so much nonsense? Otto said with a thick frown.

The thieves behind Mochi were deflated and could only do as Otto said. So Mochi and Anvina soon enjoyed the same treatment as the female undead thieves, and the thieves walked into the mountains and forests with their hands tied. Along the way, Mo Qi was looking for an opportunity to summon the Book of Laws, but his actions were limited, and even if he summoned a powerful follower, it would be difficult for him to escape, not to mention that Anvena was also by his side......

"You can only take one step at a time. They didn't seem to be planning to do it right away, maybe they could escape in the dead of night. Mochi carefully walked the mountain path as he planned in his mind. The steep mountain trail and the fact that they were blindfolded by Mochi made their way slow at first. Later, the thieves who were guarding Moqi were impatient, so they picked Moqi up and put it in his arm.

"Warning you! It's best not to move! If you dare bite me with your fishy mouth, I'll knock your teeth off one by one. The thieves warned for fear that Moqi would bite him.

"Bite your sister, just the smell of sweat on your body, the ogre will be smoked to death by you!" Mochi shot back.

The thief couldn't understand Mochi's fish-man language, but he could probably tell that the fish-man couldn't say anything good, so he slapped Mochi's head with his other hand.

Mochi sneered, then tightened his lower abdomen and kicked the thief in the back.

The thief said indignantly, "You fish-breaker! Dare to kick me? Believe it or not, I'll stew it into a creamy mushroom fish-man soup when I get back to camp tonight? Oops...... How dare you kick me? ”

Mo Qi slapped the thief again, so he scolded: "Lao Tzu is better than you even if he makes soup, you dead thief with cumin seasoning packets!" ”

So one person and one fish began to scold each other, and for a while, "ah-la-la" and "dead fish man" were endless.

"Shut up!" Otto scolded coldly, and Mochi and the thief quieted down.

"Isn't it a shame to quarrel with a fish-man and say that you don't go?" Otto looked coldly at the thief holding Mochi.

The other thieves couldn't hold back their laughter.

The thief in charge of guarding Moqi blushed and stopped talking, silently picking up Moqi and no longer bothering with him. In the second half of the journey, Mochi and the thieves did not break out. Although he wanted to do something to Moqi, he was afraid of being ridiculed by others, so he could only endure it. Whenever his arm was sore, he would whisper, "The Syndicate is really depraved...... We're going to kidnap the fishmen now......"

When Mochi was about to die of the smell of cumin under the armpits of the male thief, Mochi was finally thrown down by the sweaty thief. With the hood still on, Mochi couldn't see his surroundings, and could only tell from the smooth touch of the floor that he was indoors.

"Uncle Otto, are you kidnapping people again?"

A slightly gentle boy's voice sounded in my ear.

"Hmm. The people caught today are amazing, an undead female thief who seems to have a good talent, and two fish-man shamans. When I was a child, I heard fishermen at the seashore say that fishers are very good at treating themselves. Otto changed the cold tone in which he spoke to his subordinates, and his tone was full of warmth and affection.

"Ahem...... Ahem......" The boy coughed violently for a while, and then continued, "Thank you, Uncle Otto, don't bother you so much in the future." It's hard to have everyone accompany me from Riptide to Steinbrad, and when I'm dead, just bury me with my father...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Coughing violently again, Mochi heard someone pass the boy a glass of water. After the boy drank the water, he paused for a while before continuing: "Being buried in Alterac City after death is already a great gift from the heavens. ”

There is a maturity in the boy's immature voice that is not commensurate with his age. If suffering makes people mature, this child has obviously experienced too much suffering, and being able to say so easily where he will be buried after death is not something that a child should consider.

"Don't say those frustrating words! We're not there yet! Otto pretended to be disdainful of the boy's words, but the exhaustion and weakness in his tone could be felt even by Mochi, an outsider.

"You wait, I'll let these two fish-man shamans help you take a look." As he spoke, Otto took off Mochi's hood.

"Whew-" After removing the hood, Mochi let out a long breath. "I finally got a breath of fresh air, and I was finally able to get the smell of cumin out of my lungs.

Mochi looked around, Anvena had just been hooded off, and the white fishman was squinting at the light that he couldn't quite adapt to. Linda sat on the ground too, but she pursed her lips tightly, looking very angry.

It was a small brick and stone house with firewood burning in the fireplace. It stands to reason that such weather is not enough to warm up the fire, but look at the young man sitting in the chair - his face is as pale as white paper, and in the house with the fire stove, there is a silver fox fur around his neck. Seeing the young man's appearance of being seriously ill, Mochi also understood why it was so hot in this house.

The sick boy's name was Faku-Rest Jr. (Sir_Falcon_Crest_Jr.), and he was very delicate, a little more effeminate than Anduin-Ureon in his youth, and not at all like the syndicate thief that Mochi had in his impression. You can see that the thieves and mages around him are all standing in front of the young man, which shows that this young man is the leader of the syndicate.

"Do you understand me?" Otto asked, crouching down.

Mochi nodded.

"Good! You go see the little duke now. Look at it, and you'll survive. Otto drew his dagger and continued, "If you don't see it, you two will be the main course for tonight." ”

"What about me? Will you eat me too? Linda Sangunar glared at Otto with round eyes.

"Such a beautiful Miss Dead can't be used as food...... Otto said.

Linda was relieved when she heard this, but Otto's next sentence made him nervous again-

"Miss Dead is naturally a firewood for soup."

See a doctor? Where would I do this? When Mochi was at a loss, a woman walked in from outside the house—

"I even asked the fish-man to heal the little duke. Otto, what you're doing is getting more and more nonsense. ”