Slowly pushing aside a dense bush, Anthony's eyes were full of gloom, sweeping the surrounding grass that seemed to have nothing abnormal, but his face drooped slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A faint stench passed through his nose, the smell that had almost driven him insane, and his ragged clothes were like strips of rags, and they were already covered with filthy mud, and he looked like a lowly beggar.

This is a humiliation, a humiliation that deserves to be engraved for the rest of his life, and every time he thinks of that figure, Anthony's hands will subconsciously clench.

"Damn it."

His back molars were already clenched tightly, and the guys who originally looked like just a flock of fat sheep suddenly tore through their disguises and turned into terrifying lions, and the group of guys who originally looked fierce became weak sheep instead, which felt bad.

The difference made Anthony resentful all the time, especially the smell that he was already familiar with physiologically during his snort, which made his head dizzy, which the noble caster could not bear.

That's right, he's a noble spellcaster, wielding the mystical powers of this world, possessing a staff from his family, and a hero who deserves the Order of the Elven Council.

But now everything is ruined, he has lost his staff, he has lost his report to the Elven Council, and he has lost everything he can rely on in this world.

He had no choice but to come back, to the filthy swamp, because he didn't want to die, let alone fall into the hands of the seemingly weak, but in fact murderous human lords of Cape Town.

Because he is an elf, even if it is a male elf, once he is captured by humans, it is a miserable thing, and he understands all this with his excellent background.

Picking up a small section of emerald green plants on the ground, Anthony stuffed this edible wild vegetable into his mouth without the slightest hesitation and chewed it quickly, without the slightest expression on his face, because he had eaten something more disgusting than this in half a month of survival, let alone this emerald green plant?

The slightly cool and sweet branches calmed down his whole body, and he looked at the surrounding grass through the bushes vigilantly, and his eyes had quickly noticed a little difference.

On the shore, several looming black objects were floating, and Anthony had a disdainful smile on his lips, which he recognized as human corpses, or if the Cutuf River thieves had just died there, no more than two days ago.

"Humble humanity."

He squinted slightly, the area that seemed to be grass was actually a swarm of green algae, and below it was an extremely viscous sludge, which could not be brought out at all, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

This was discovered by virtue of his own race, the high talent for perception, but the reckless Ketuf river thieves did not know, they only thought that it was really grass, and they were soft and soft when they stepped on it, and after walking a few steps, they found that they could never walk again.

But he still chooses to walk this green meadow, because only after passing this meadow can he reach the island in the middle of the lake, which is his goal and destination.

Therefore, this proud spellcaster from a pure-blooded elf family also slowly knelt down, and then gently lay down, like an animal, slowly rolling towards the grass outside the bushes, with his light body seemed to float in the grass.

This is a clever maneuver that uses the range of the human body to disperse the force, but this action also makes Anthony covered in mud, and at the same time, a faint smell is getting stronger and stronger.

It was a rotting corpse under the grass, and almost every time Anthony rolled slowly, he would encounter the decaying corpses, including animals, humans, and even the group of Ketuv River thieves, at least a dozen unlucky people fell into the mud trap of this swamp.

"Hey... Hey... Save me... Help me..."

As Anthony rolled slowly, a slight sound came from the side, and with the force of the rolling, he looked to the side, and a figure in the middle of the grass with half of his body sunk in the mud was waving weakly at him.

It looked like the leader of a thief in the Cutuff, and Anthony had seen this guy a few times, but a contemptuous smile came to his lips, and he continued to roll gently forward, without even replying a word.

In this case, there is no way to save people, even if he has the tools and physical strength, there is no way for him to struggle out of the mud.

Once caught, it may be to the point of dying together, for these thugs and outlaws composed of water thieves, Anthony also sneered at all, not to mention that he has no good feelings for human beings, for him human beings should be inferior, and it makes no difference whether they die here or anywhere.

"Don't... Help me... Please save me... I'll give you the money... Big Silver Coins... Save me... Help me... I'll pay..."

The voice was extremely weak, and he had been trapped here for nearly a day, and there was no way to escape, but seeing that Anthony didn't even say a word, his weak eyes had already brought despair and resentment.

He looked at Anthony's rolling body, the way he rolled forward before he fell into the mud, and the whole person also had jealousy and resentment towards the living before he died, and he mustered up all his strength to look at Anthony, and shouted with a roar: "You will be with me... Died together... Die together! ”

"Idiot."

But Anthony continued to roll forward, and to stop in this swampy was to sink into a situation of death, and he also rolled his eyes at the sound of that weak roar.

At this time, it is still a waste of strength, and it is only faster to die.

And he looked at the shore in front of him, and there was already a little more smile on his face, but his eyes still swept around vigilantly, and at the edge of these meadows, there were already traces of flowing water, which was a river in the swamp.

They had relied on the rivers in these swamps to sail towards the Yuqiao River, and at that time no one expected a simple rout of the huge fleet, and they were all discussing the excitement of how to get the spoils, and it is quite ironic to think about it now.

Anthony's mission failed, and he originally wanted to establish a large stronghold of water thieves in Cape Town, paving the way for the arrival of the elven fleet in the future.

But now it was needless to say that even he had abandoned his robe and staff, and fled back in disguise, filthy as a poor leper dog, and even had to accept the relief of a despised half-elf of his own.

But he was alive anyway, he didn't die miserably, this is a kind of victory!

His whole body was submerged in the river, and the cold feeling instantly filled his body, and after losing the sticky mud of the swamp, his whole spirit was also uplifted, and he could swim along the river, then he could reach the island in the middle of the lake.

And there are no scary crocodiles in this river, because the cold water is not a favorite place for these crocodiles, so Anthony is also a fast swimmer.

At the same time, he also washed all the mud off his body, his fair skin was exposed, and he looked at the stone fortress in front of him, which had been built, and his swimming speed was a little faster, and when he stepped on the solid ground, he couldn't help but want to cheer.

"Anthony, you're coming back?"

But before he could catch his breath, a man with a face obscured by an iron mask was standing on the simple stone fortress in front of him, looking at him condescendingly, and his tone was a little playful: "What about my troops? ”

It was the Marsh Baron, the supreme commander of the swamp, and on the walls around him, the thieves who seemed to have noticed something gathered and looked curiously at Anthony's dejected appearance below.

"Your troops? Ha, that bunch of garbage, they should all die! ”

Anthony gasped heavily, breathing heavily for his hard-won safety, looking at the swamp baron at the top, he also spat at the side, looking at the pair of eyes above, and said unceremoniously: "Open the city gate, I need to go in!" ”

There was a feeling of being surrounded by monkeys, but Anthony looked at the Atsugi Gate in front of him, which had not moved at all, and his raised face was even more angry, but before he could say anything, there was also shock in his eyes.

Because on the city wall, the hand under the glove of the swamp baron has been raised, and the water thieves who are standing on the city wall have already raised a war crossbow at this time.

Anthony could tell that it was the standard crossbow of Grey Mist City, the best craftsmanship, the excellent accessories, and even the ones that looked brand new, and the crossbow arrows that had appeared in the crossbow arrow slot, and they were firmly aimed at him.

"You damn bastard, you want to..."

A wave of anger suddenly appeared in Anthony's chest, and the arrogance from the elves made him instantly look at the swamp baron on the city wall, and wanted to curse loudly, for half-elves and humans, the arrogant elves didn't care about their emotions.

But before he could finish his words, with the sound of the collapse, a huge force caused his already exhausted body to fall heavily backwards.

The swamp baron's hand on the city wall had been waved down, and at least thirty crossbows had all shot the crossbow arrows that had been prepared for a long time, and the elf Anthony's eyes were still full of anger and disbelief, but his slightly trembling body could no longer make him say half a word.

"Pureblood?"

Clapping his hands, the swamp baron's face was still under the iron mask, and he motioned to the guards beside him, and said lightly: "Go down and throw that guy's body behind, my pets must want to try his taste, this is a novelty." ”

However, when his eyes under the mask narrowed slightly, he turned to look at a person behind him who was also hidden in a black robe and black hood, and said in the same slow voice: "But I think the Governor may be relieved?" ”

"Of course, Baron Joyce, you are now the Lord of the Swamp."

The black-robed man smiled slowly, reached out and took out a scroll in his arms, which looked extremely exquisite, but handed it to the swamp baron quite casually, and nodded gently, "You are really a wise choice, honorable sir." ”

(To be continued.) )