I don't know if it should be counted as a robber or the good luck of the convoy, but in short, the journey was safe, not to mention bandits along the way, and even slightly tougher monsters were encountered.

The lone mid-level demonic beast ran into it once or twice, but before Uncle Mark could make a move, the little guys in the team rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward one by one.

The fate of the mid-level monster was also simple, one was punched into a meat pie by the orc children, and the boy of the fire monkey clan finally made up for a fire magic as his own racial talent, and the monster finally sacrificed to the five internal organs temple of everyone in the convoy.

The point is that the Warcraft meat tastes pretty good, although the meat is a little burnt because of the fierce heat, and the boy from the Fire Monkey Clan was not less complained by his companions that night.

The other monster died a more dignified way than the previous victim, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the target was the elf girl wearing a garland, and there was no bloody hand-to-hand combat in the whole process, and the bird-shaped monster's dive was restrained by a clump of rapidly growing thorns before it even touched the body, and it screamed for hours before finally bleeding and dying.

The thorn vine is dyed red by the blood of the giant bird, and the corpse that maintains its head raised and hisses forms a tragic work of art.

Xu Mo, what do you think of this bloodthorn vine? It's a special plant that can only be cultivated by elves. In addition to listening to stories and dining, the elven girl who stayed next to the thorn vine proudly showed me off, looking for my approval: I decided to name the work Hazumurnu, which translates to the lingua franca meaning the most beautiful moment of life.

I'll never forget the innocent smile that the elf girl gave to me when she turned to me after saying this, this kid would have grown up to be an artist if nothing had happened, but if he didn't get it right, he would have become a famous murderer at the same time.

Thinking back on the chilling experience of that night, the convoy stopped at this point, and in a few moments there was the sound of Uncle Mark and the others talking outside.

A moment later, Uncle Mark's scaly lizard head poked into the carriage and beckoned, "Children, get out of the car and check." After speaking, he nodded at me.

I shrugged my shoulders at Mark, saying that I didn't care about him taking advantage of me verbally, but Cyno behind me was not so generous, and before Uncle Mark finished speaking, Cyno had already changed his eyes.

This is down. I shouted to Uncle Mark, and when I turned around, I quickly slapped Cyno's hand on the hilt of the sword, and whispered a warning: Don't always think about using violence to solve things, and remember to calm down.

Subordinates obeyed.

Seeing Cyno nodding his head, I climbed out of the carriage satisfied, and this delay led me and Cyno to be the last two people to stay in the car.

After getting out of the car, a group of soldiers stood in a column outside, looking at the towering arches carved with great ornate carvings behind the soldiers, thinking that this is the core city of Vancart, and at the other end, Uncle Mark was talking with a winged man dressed as a squad leader, and then Uncle Mark took out a copy of the text from his arms and handed it to the squad leader to review, and after a few seconds, the squad leader nodded, waved his hand and said: No problem, you can go in.

A few of the little ones high-fived their companions and got back into the car.

While I admired the efficiency of the gatekeepers, the captain of the Winged Man squad with the distinctive characteristics of eagles looked at me and Cyno and frowned: You two are not on the list of the convoy, and you must go to the gate on the other side to pay the adventurer's toll before you can enter the city.

My lord, those two guards were hired by us during the trip of the convoy, and they were not temporarily accompanied. Uncle Mark didn't wait for me to speak, he took a small stride between me and the Wingman Squad Leader, and handed a few silver coins to the Wingman Squad Leader without a trace, and the movements of his hands were all in one go, obviously he had done this kind of thing before.

Looking for bards and maids as bodyguards? The Wingman Squad leader took the silver in his arms, glanced at Cyno and me again with a strange look, and then waved his hand at the soldiers behind him, indicating that the convoy was ready to pass.

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Despite a few twists and turns, Cyno and I managed to get into the city, at least without having to spend any more time in the meaningless queues.

So Uncle Mark, we're going to separate from each other here. The convoy eventually drove up to a hotel, where Cyno and I said goodbye to our teammates who had been with us for a few days.

After getting along for a short time along the way, I also know that Uncle Mark sent a group of little guys to school here, and he is still studying in the top aristocratic school in the demon world.

Well, take care of yourself. Uncle Mark nodded, but didn't drive away immediately, apparently deliberately saving time for the little ones to say goodbye to me.

The honest bear boy is refreshing, and the first sentence is: I'll play with you then.

No problem, I'll stay in this hotel for the time being, and you'll be welcome to play when I find a house. I punched the bear boy in the chest, the thick-skinned little guy had always loved this buddy way of interacting with each other.

I'll play with Datou, and remember to tell me more about Goku's story. The boy of the Fire Monkey Clan handsomely played with the long stick in his hand, which he had picked up from the side of the road after listening to Wukong's story, and the big head was the real name of the bear boy.

Yes, Datou is his real name, not a nickname or a nickname.

The children of the convoy said goodbye to me in turn, and the last turn was the elf girl with the garland, who slipped a necklace into my hand and turned away, leaving me with only a back: This is for you.

Thank you. I looked suspiciously at the necklace spread out in the palm of my hand, it looked too rudimentary from the outside, just taking an unknown seed and stringing it with a straw rope, calling it a necklace is actually a bit reluctant to call it technically a necklace.

Wow, Xu Mo, you are dead, this is a love seed that the flower elf will only give birth to in his life. The boy of the Fire Monkey Clan, who fell to the end, glanced at the necklace in my hand and suddenly gasped: The flower elves are the most paranoid, and they can't pull back anything they believe even if they let the dragon pull it, and they will not hesitate to attack the opposite sex who is close to their lover.

After listening to the words of the fire monkey boy, Cyno behind me suddenly nodded in understanding, and muttered to himself: It turns out that the iron nails in his boots have come from this way these days.

Isn't this the so-called sick Jiao?!

Being seen by an elf Lori who is only about ten years old.,I really don't know whether I should cry or laugh.,I guess I died of old age before I became an adult.。

Ah, and it's still just a sick Lori.

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Miscellaneous:

First of all, thank Xia for the evaluation votes given by the soy sauce partner.

Sanjiang and the application for attendance pay did not appear, expressing resentment.

Let's collect and recommend some to comfort the wounded heart of the cat......

The road to being a writer is not easy to walk, and the people on the street say that the eggs hurt.

Sometimes it is inevitable to be dissatisfied when I see other books being signed, how should this exposure rate be brushed.

Okay, I know no one will see this fragmented thought, so let's just wash the number of words as a cat.

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