Chapter Twenty-Nine: The slave hunting team's lunch was very rich, with steamed fish, fruit salad, fruit pie, and mushroom soup, and the tempting aroma caused the two captives to swallow their saliva again and again. Luna ate happily, with an unlimited amount of soup, a toasted breadfruit and a grilled fish for each of them, and even Sacco with an extra fish. But Roger, who saw from the system panel that the morale of the troops had temporarily increased a little, knew that he was not doing useless work, and that was enough.

To be honest, the food of Roger's alchemy creatures is much better than that of ordinary troops, just look at the mixed expressions of the captives. In fact, many of the alchemy troops under the command of the human lord eat the most inferior food, after all, the various consumables of the alchemy creatures that will not complain have too many loopholes for the lord to exploit.

It's still a long time coming, so let's take our time. Looking at the druids who had eaten all the food with a blank face, Roger was very calm.

Having eaten and drunk enough, it was time to dispose of the captives.

The two captives were low-level thieves, and the clothes should not be from the thieves' union, and Roger did not have the habit of talking nonsense, so he directly made conditions for the two thieves who were tied to the trees on both sides.

"There are two of you, and I just need an accurate piece of information! In the name of the goddess of nature, whoever sues me now for the information I need the most, he can leave alive! Of course, we druids have special polygraph skills, and it is useless to hide anything or mislead us in front of us. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try with your life. Roger asked the two of them directly at the same time, and he was too lazy to play tricks, and he directly used the simplest and crude means.

It could be seen that both of them were a little hesitant, and Roger's words, speaking in the name of the goddess of nature, were naturally credible. But with the intelligence of the two of them, they can also understand that once they speak, if Roger fails to kill all the slave catchers behind them, he will have to be careful of the slave traders' revenge day and night.

The thief in the tree on the left kept his head down, but his gaze kept wandering, but the expression of the thief tied to the other side could not be seen from his position. The thieves in the tree on the right began to observe Roger and the others closely.

His gaze wandered over the bodies of the ten alchemy druid elders for a while, and the thief on the tree on the right slowly spoke: "I am willing to confess!" ”

His voice could be heard trembling faintly, not as calm as he seemed to be.

"Wait! And so on and so forth! I'm willing to explain! Don't kill me! The thief on the left panicked and shouted loudly.

Randomly cast a magic spell to seal the mouth of the thief on the left, and Roger quietly looked at the thief on the right.

"We are from Maria's caravan, no, there are sixty-seven people in the scout team of Maria's slave catcher, except for our ten low-level thieves, the rest are all middle-level, only the leader and his five personal guards are high-level powerhouses. During this period of time, the elves' defense line has become more and more strict, and in order not to lose money in this operation, the leader of the slave catching team, the high-ranking swordsman Op, ventured deep into the elven territory. Now the slave catchers are stationed in the valley not far to the east. The thief in the tree on the right calmly finished speaking, looking at Roger with hope in his eyes.

"What is the purpose of the slave catcher team going deep into the elven realm?" Roger felt that the thief was not lying, and that these words could be easily verified.

"We're just scouts at the bottom, so of course we don't have the right to know." The thief bowed his head a little gloomily, "However, our leader guesses that the target of the slave catcher team should not be an elven village guarded by troops, and even if we are lucky, we will not be able to escape the pursuit of the elven archers." ”

"Opp's target may be a nearby team of alchemy elf marksmen. After all, that's what our scout leader ordered us to do our best to find the nearby squad's Alchemy Elf Marksman Troop Garrison. The thief's words were faintly empty, after all, this guess was really unreliable, even if it was really the order of the commander of the scouts.

You must know that alchemy creatures only obey the leadership of heroes, and of course it is impossible for the slave catcher team to have heroes mixed in it, after all, the hero's aura can be perceived by another hero from afar, but in Roger's perception, in addition to Luna and himself, there is only one hero stationed in Luye City, and the Great Elder is beyond Roger's perception.

Without heroes, even if the slave catchers successfully defeated the alchemy elf archers, they would not be able to recover the alchemy archers. You must know that alchemy creatures are all qualified soldiers who have been infused with considerable knowledge of war since their birth, and in the face of a slave catcher team without heroes, alchemy soldiers who only have instinct and knowledge of war will definitely fight to the death.

Obviously, this is a deal that outweighs the cost, and the leader of the slave catcher would really do it?

Or did the leader have something else on his mind?

Roger thought about it for a while, still unable to tell if the slave catchers really had crooked thoughts about the alchemist soldiers, but it was clear that the thief was not lying. The guy who can be a thief is certainly not a fool and will not deceive people with such unreliable words.

But no matter what, that slave catcher can't let go.

Roger reached out and pointed at the other thief, and Sacco directly used a magic missile to kill the hapless thief, causing the thief here to tremble.

Looking at the obvious pleading look in the thief's eyes with only two eyes on his face, Roger calmly asked Sacco to untie the rope. Seeing that his legs were weak, and he could only rely on his hands behind his back to support the tree or the thief who would fall by himself, Roger said lightly.

"Just follow me for the time being."

"Huh?" There was some horror in the thief's eyes, and the death of his companion clearly frightened him.

"Betrayed the slave catchers, you obviously can't go back. Just because you are a low-level thief, if you can break through the defense line of the elven clan, then the elven clan is not qualified to be called a major force. Obviously, you can only survive by following me for the time being. Listening to Roger's analysis, the thief's face turned pale, obviously knowing that Roger's words were true.

What's more, Roger still has a sentence that even the thief himself knows not to say. Without verifying the authenticity of the thief's confession, how could Roger let him go so lightly.

The thief, whose legs were still a little weak, could only reluctantly follow Roger, looking at the obvious regret in the thief's eyes, Roger handed over a baked breadfruit very casually.

Roger, and indeed the entire natural family, had no habit of abusing prisoners. Elven captives are generally able to eat, but they can only eat half full.

The thief untied part of the face towel, revealing only his mouth and biting on breadfruit. The thieves who had seen the druids eating breadfruit before knew very well how to eat this food, not to mention that he was too hungry to stand it. After being roasted, the originally sweet and firm breadfruit is now quite fluffy and swelled in size, and the skin of the fruit cracks to reveal the bread-like flesh inside, which is full of attractive aroma and tastes much better than before it was not baked.

Those who choose to be thieves are usually hard-working people, and apparently it was the first time that the thieves who had eaten this delicious delicacy devoured breadfruit half the size of his head and almost choked.

Taking the water bag from Luna's hand, she poured several sips of water, the sweet spring water making the thieves very pleasant. The well-fed thief also calmed down the flustered heart, and it was obvious that Roger and the others had no intention of killing him, otherwise they would not have let him just eat and drink enough to recover his physical strength.

Glancing at the thieves who had obviously relaxed a lot, Roger still didn't let the druid elders let their guard down, but at the critical moment of victory, he was stabbed in the back, and he knew a lot about the heroes who capsized in the gutter.

However, Roger soon realized that the thief had given in.

"Troop list updated, added: Terran Thieves +1, current race: 2"

"Hero Perk: The effect of the power of unity has been increased, the current morale is 0, and the current attack power of all units is +4."

It seems that the system has temporarily put the thieves under its command, and the morale has dropped a little, but Roger actually has no intention of taking the thieves in, after all, Roger and Luna are still going to the Elven King City.

In any case, thanks to this little thief, Roger quickly found the valley where the slave catchers were hiding. Hiding in the dense woods, Roger quietly observed for a while, and was very helpless to find that this group of slave catchers was worthy of the team that dared to venture into the elven territory, the camp was very standardized, and even the mouth of the valley was guarded by a temporary watchtower.

Seeing that most of the camp was blocked by crude wooden walls and watchtowers, and only people could be faintly seen walking inside, Roger had to give up the idea of attacking from the front.

The strength of the other party is not weak, and taking advantage of the geographical advantage, if he wants to forcibly attack, he is not sure that the ten druids at hand will solve it without damage. As for the thief, Roger didn't think of it as a combat force at all.

Let the druids protect Luna from concealment, and as for the thieves to sneak themselves, Roger transforms into a giant eagle and flies into the sky in a burst of light.

Something seems weird?

It wasn't until he flew high in the air that Roger sensed something was wrong. Looking closely, the self-transformed Thunder Eagle seems to have become different: not only has its body become larger, but even its original black feathers have directly turned into conspicuous gold.

Since being promoted to a hero, this is the first time that he has performed a druid transformation. Roger quickly opened the system panel.

(Hero) Golden-winged Roc form.

Looking at the system panel, especially the shiny word hero, Roger was silent for a long time: because he was promoted to a hero, Lei Ying was promoted to a golden-winged Dapeng, so what did the original panda become? Panda Samurai? Ancestral Bear?

The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, so let it be.

Shaking his head and leaving all his thoughts behind, Roger carefully observed the camp of his slave catchers.

The thieves weren't lying, there were about fifty people dressed as mercenaries in the camp, because it was lunchtime, and quite a few were still eating and drinking in front of the campfire.

In fact, Roger wasn't worried that the leader of the camp would find out that a thief had gone missing, and it was normal for such a low-level thief to be in danger in the confines of the Misty Forest. A few of the thieves didn't return in time, maybe the leader would be a little guarded, but he wouldn't be overly nervous about it.

As Roger observed the camp, a thief dressed like a captured thief quickly ran into the camp and went straight into a tent, and Roger could see that the thief had a feathered arrow stuck in his shoulder. Soon, a heavily armed swordsman walked out of the tent, and with the swordsman's shouting, the mercenaries who were eating lunch quickly dropped their belongings and gathered together, and quickly left the camp under the guidance of the wounded thief.

It seems that the alchemy elves must have been discovered.

Roger landed quickly and changed back into human form.

Rendezvous with the druid troops, Roger and the others followed the trail of the slave catchers and quickly advanced towards the northwest corner.