The bonfire was extinguished at once.

It was not as cold as the rain in Sharp Jaw Harbor, but it was more violent and exuberant than it, and the whole Partridge Hill was firmly in its grip.

The mercenaries huddled together in a sheepskin tent, the youngest of them looked in fascination at a malt yellow rabbit skull, still scented with the scent of ginger and salt and the heat of broth, the incisors and the upper and lower jawbones forming a bird's beak-like bite, the lower incisors were flat and looked like two layers, and the upper incisors were sharp and long, he reached out to touch them, and then let out a dirty curse, and his fingers were cut through a long gap.

"It's time for us to take a look outside. The old mercenary said.

"It's raining so hard," the young mercenary grumbled indistinctly, sucking his fingers, "Is there anyone else running to steal horses?"

"Goblins," said the old mercenary, "they will appear in any situation, they cannot steal horses, and they can dig open their bellies and eat their entrails." He stood up and pulled up the hood of his leather cloak, and the young mercenary looked down at the water that kept sliding down their boots, "I don't think it's necessary," he argued, "and we only took a little money." ”

The middle-aged mercenary sitting beside him shook his head: "I'll go with you, One-Eyed." He called the old mercenary by his nickname, and the other mercenary snored half-truthfully in the process. They are all inexpensive scattered mercenaries, there is no fixed group, and of course there is no strict hierarchy, generally speaking, strong or experienced mercenaries will become temporary leaders, but you can also skip this set at all.

The world outside the tent was dark and dreary, and everything that could be touched was soaked, as if they had been sent to the bottom of the river by some spell, and One-Eye took out a silver-white, little finger-thick stick from his bosom and rubbed it vigorously on the large iron nail that held the tent in place, and a large golden-red flame rose up, and his companion was startled.

One-eye shook the stick, and the flame became smaller and brighter, "Don't worry," he said to the middle-aged mercenary, "This flame can't burn the tent, but it won't be extinguished in the rain." ”|

It was only a small light source, and they followed it through the other people's tents, and the horses pulling the caravan were gathered together and protected with humans in a defensive circle of four wheeled caravans, but the dwarf goblins were able to get through the gaps at the bottom of the caravan, they could see clearly in the dark, their claws were like daggers, and they were as agile as a big mouse, and by the time people heard the painful neighing of the horses, the horses' bellies had already been hollowed out by them, so in order to avoid damage to the horses, the baffles on the inside of the caravan would be removed when camping, and fixed on the outward side of the wheels as protection。

That's what One-Eye was going to check, and he grabbed the ropes from the caravan, trying not to stumble on the slippery ground, and at the same time stuck the flickering rod into the bottom of the carriage, he wished he hadn't found anything, but when he checked the fourth car, he saw a hole, the stubble was still fresh, only a little bigger than his fist, and One-Eye suspected that even the goblin cub would not be able to climb into it.

Anyway, something came in, but the neighing of the horses was not heard, and there might be room for redemption.

"You go ahead and examine the boards," said One-Eye to his companion, "I'll go and see the horses." ”

The merchant's horses were of the same breed, with stout limbs and broad shoulders, and mottled moorish horses, characterized by silky edge hair growing from the knees down to the ankles, and they were so dense that even if they were wet by the rain and clinging to their hooves, they caused a lot of trouble for one-eyed. He couldn't make out what was between the hooves and the hooves, so he moved the light upwards to illuminate the pack horse's drooping belly, and the rain washed over the horses' eyes, bending their long black eyelashes, and the horses' hooves moved uneasily at the sudden light.

Only one mare remained motionless, gasping and kneeling in the rain with exhaustion, its hooves curled up beneath its body, its belly bulging out with a strangely shaped black marking, and the mercenary moved closer to the light—it was not a marking, it was a membrane of internal organs that were about to fall.

Carey was the first to arrive, or more accurately, his arrow.

Even in the midst of such a torrential rain, his arrows still pierced the monster's eye without any mistakes, and the one-eyed old mercenary was struggling to his feet, the little stick was rising white flames in the rain, and a large piece of flesh was torn off his face, and the only intact eye was almost injured, and the rain washed away the blood, and his jagged teeth could be seen through the hole.

"Is it a goblin?!" the middle-aged mercenary asked uneasily.

"No," Kerry toes, flipping the little corpse on tiptoe, "it's a rabbit." ”

He looked up and listened intently, the sound of rain covering almost everything, and beyond that, the sound of rabbits, hissing threats.

"Lots of rabbits. Cremar said, climbing the caravan with agility and standing on its tarpaulin hoop to look around, countless tiny red dots glittering in the dark rain.

When Kerry arrived at him, he found that he had entered the state of trance, and he had tried to stop Cremar, but his talent and years of adventurous experience had taught him that the caster had done the right thing - a small spark of lightning burst from Cremar's fingertips, and in an instant it intertwined and spread through the air into a cone-shaped web, and it fell towards the dark ground, and the rabbit jumped like a fish, making the same screams as humans.

The electric light illuminated the faces of the merchant and the mercenary, they didn't understand what was going on, one-eyed gestured to the middle-aged mercenary, the rabbit's saliva seemed to have an anesthetic effect, he didn't feel pain, thankfully no one could lie down comfortably to sleep in the rainstorm, they were all awake and well-dressed, not that no one was bitten by the rabbits that burrowed into the camp, but none of them were fatally injured.

The only tricky one was the young mercenary, who was bitten on the calf and the rabbit's teeth were deeply embedded in his muscles.

"We need to get out of here!" the middle-aged mercenary shouted in place of One-Eye.

Needless to say, the merchant had begun to untie the reins of his horses, and one of the merchants suddenly screamed bitterly, and his foot fell into a soft cave that appeared out of nowhere, and by the time the man next to him pulled him out, he was already without a foot.

"No!" exclaimed Furt.

Too late.

The rabbit erupted violently from that burrow, covering the footless merchant and two men trying to help him in an instant.

Kerryben jumped onto a caravan and swung his scimitar to cut the rope holding the dye jar in place, and the clay pot was pushed over and thrown out of the car, shattering it with a thud that even Cremar, who was standing on the top of the caravan, could smell the grease.

Furt clutched the placket of his chest, his dye, a rare polyp from the southern seas, which when ground up was the most beautiful and pure scarlet, but which needed to be dissolved in whale oil to ensure that it would not deteriorate - the most expensive of all the goods.

Kerry looked at Cremar, and the caster nodded at him, gesturing.

A flame struck the cracked jar with precision, and the shattered jar burst into flames along with the caravan, and Cremar duly joined a wind, and the raging flames pushed outward, forcing back the bunnies, who hissed angrily where the fire could not reach, and their companions, who had not escaped, let out another sizzling cry - the flames were filled with the stench of fur and the smell of meat.

"It's now," Kerry shouted, "run!"

Cremar shredded a flying scroll, and at first he thought that there would be people who would not leave with their goods, but he had underestimated the merchants who roamed the dangerous continent, and they ran almost faster than rabbits.

Although it was only "almost", the tide of rabbits could be said to be grazing the heels of humans, and it was not the fat Furt who ran at the back, but the arrogant young mercenary.

Cremar was the last to leave the camp, and was about to help the mercenary, only to see him pull out his dagger and cut the fat man's leg. Furt fell to the ground with a howl, shielding his face with his arm, and Cremar lowered his height, took his hands, and lifted him up just in time—his boots and cloak were covered with jumping rabbits. The mercenary, who dragged one leg and ran hard, watched in annoyance as Furt flew past everyone over his head, but the old mercenary One-Eye turned his head and made a throwing gesture to him at this time.

A small bone struck the young mercenary in the eye, and he was only delayed for a heartbeat, while the rabbits pounced on him in less time.

One-Eye never stopped, he looked up at the spellcaster flying directly in front of everyone, and when the black-haired mage was suspended in the air but did not leave immediately, he guessed that this young man in a white robe who also had a bit of a white robe would watch them all leave, and maybe help one or two of them, he guessed right, and the frizzy newcomer didn't expect this at all.

The direction that Kerry Ben pointed out to humans led to the metasequoia forest.

The elf climbed a metasequoia tree about fifty feet in size with the agility and agility of a slender squirrel, and the human followed, the caster of the spell with Furt in both hands unapatiently tossed him onto one of the thickest branches.

The rabbits poured under the trees and looked up with their heads held high.

- What a shame! That's just a rabbit! The former undead shouted angrily in his consciousness that even if they ate meat, they would only be first-class monsters in your game!

- Rather than the game, the souls of the other world are out of breath and say, or you should watch our horror movie!

- Whatever I should be looking at, what you need now is to look down quickly, the lich said coldly.

The mage lowered his head, and his eyes widened, "I bought a watch last year!" he cursed unconsciously.

The white rabbits gathered under the trees, and the sound of gurgling was endless.

"They're gnawing on trees. The elf said that he stood on the highest point, and that the diameter of the branches at his feet would never exceed the wrist of a woman.

"Thank you so much," muttered the merchant, "we didn't even find out." ”

"We've got to change trees," One-Eye shouted.

"Then you can try!" shouted the mercenary, who had been dozing off in the tent before, in a louder voice, and the man climbing the tree glared at the two men in unison.

- If I could still cast my spells, the lich said sadly, it was a minor problem that could be solved by just a beam of calamity or a burst of negative energy.

- Then Kerryben's arrows will be immediately aimed at us.