The caravan owner found it a little tricky.

He and his accomplices had a similar idea, that this mission might be the easiest of their missions, oh, not that Kerry was a good person, and that mage, as long as he was a spellcaster, even if he was just an apprentice wandering between spells below two levels, mortals should be cautious enough to deal with them; The guild paid a considerable price for this work, and also carried out some careful planning, and they set up eyeliners on the roads leading to various towns and villages in Dorin - the group sold two flower bantam horses in one town, and after surveying the map, the guild's mages predicted that they wanted to flee to the south through the snow-covered swamp, which was very likely, and the elf Kerry was probably the only one except the black-footed halflings who thought they could come and go freely in this mire of death covered in tiny white velvet flowers.

Then they arranged to "greet" the exiles in the snowy swamp, and the black-footed halflings were held hostage not by themselves but by other thieves, and once they had done their job, and set off fireworks and sirens, the accomplices would join them with the little ones with black hair on their feet. In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the guild has also arranged some scattered wild mercenaries and a few uninformed merchants and apprentices in the team, so that the team looks like a real caravan, so that even some small mistakes and flaws will be quietly covered up.

Originally, the caravan owner, as an important bargaining chip, should not have been placed here. However, it was suggested that if Alva Mage had mentioned him to the Elven Ranger Kerryben, the disguise would have been even more impeccable - but everyone knew that it was just an excuse to curb his promotion, after all, there were only seven important officials in the guild, and their number was fixed, and someone had to go up - the caravan master had always behaved very well in front of Alva Mage. Kind, elegant, a bit of the slickness and cunning peculiar to a merchant, with a touch of humor, in him you will find a hint of unsettling wickedness or arrogance, or rather great humility, the last of which may be more difficult for a spell caster than any of the previous ones. In order to ensure that he could further gain the trust of Mage Alva, for two years, he not only took off his black robes, but also refused any other assignment to prevent his face from being seen by the victims who escaped with him. And then ruined all his previous efforts and patience.

But the leader of the guild somehow agreed to someone's proposal, and in the largest lair of the "Evil Thorn", even the important cadres who controlled the life and death of hundreds of powerful thieves could not disobey the leader's wishes, let alone him, he had to take on this task, but he was not so willing, so he locked on to Kerribben from the beginning, the only child of the King of the Silvercrown Jungle - and the most valuable prey for the spellcaster in the entire team - Of course, he will be one of the assets of the guild, but there are also unwritten rules in the guild that have never been ignored. That is, when the hunter hands over the prey, he also gets some reward, and if the prey is used for extortion and trade, the hunter can make some additional demands - for example. If the prey is a beautiful maiden, the hunter will have access to her room while in custody, or if the prey's relatives, such as a brother or father, have a grudge against the hunter. Hunters will also ask their families to add a hand or an eyeball to the ransom, and the guild will generally grant these requests, except for the "stinger". This is not a loss to it, and it also strengthens the loyalty of subordinates to the organization.

Kerry was not a female elf, the caravan owner had no special hobbies, and there was no direct contact with the King of the Silver-crowned Jungle, but he was a spellcaster, and the specialties of the Silver-crowned Jungle, such as snow honey, pure gold, Mithril, cinnabar, square lead, etc., were almost every spellcaster's dreams, and he could make the guild attach these conditions before handing over Kerryben, as for these to be paid by the new king of the Normans of the Highlands or the elves of the Silvercrown Forest...... That's not something he'll care about.

The problem was that Kerry had lived up to his two hundred years of travelling life and great talent, and when the caravan master was chanting a spell softly, he was almost pierced by a magic arrow that shimmered silver, and he was not so happy to find that the elves were not confused by his words and performances, that the medicine he had put on him in the honey wine did not work as well as it should, that the fierce battles of the day did not leave the mark of fatigue and pain on him, and that the two scimitars peculiar to the silver-crowned forest elves were as fast as the wind, spinning from every angle he could think of and from every angle he could not imagine, and several spells were forcibly interrupted by them in succession, forcing him to tear a scroll before finally escaping the abominable metal vortex.

Magic sent him out of the cramped tent, and he cast a flying spell to fly himself, taking a cursory to check on the others.

What made his heart sink was that it wasn't just the elf Kerry Ben who didn't fall into the trap - His best friend, the former lord of Thundercastle and the number one in the bounty, Berdwin Donkray, was fighting a group of mercenaries bravely, his broadsword shimmering like moonlight, it was clear that the thieves in the team had not been able to steal it quietly as expected, the black iron swords of the mercenaries and thieves could be said to be vulnerable, only a few white steel weapons could barely fight against it, but each confrontation caused a burst of shrinkage from the owners of the steel weapons, and the fine quality of white steel was also an expensive and rare material for themThe gaps and cracks added to the Adamantite broadsword were a sign that they might be forced to swap their most trusted friends and lovers after the battle—and they didn't know if the bounty the guild had given them enough to get them another weapon to match.

On the other hand, Berdwin has shown unusual bravery and toughness, and he has accumulated countless "many against few, many against one" in his ten years at Thunder Castle He did not flinch or run away, but rushed straight into the mercenaries, his broadsword passed like a strong peasant wielding a scythe to harvest wheat, but instead of golden rice stalks, he fell to a torn body, and the air was filled not with the smell of sunlight and earth but with the rich sweet smell of human blood, although he was not without his flaws, he was missing an arm and could not sneak those into his side. The diminutive mercenaries who stabbed him with daggers and daggers, or the assassins grabbed and strangled them, or broke their necks, but fortunately he had equally dangerous legs and feet, and his movements were so swift and changeable that it was impossible to imagine that he was six feet eleven inches tall and weighed three hundred pounds—the Norman King of the Highlands had laughed at Baldwin's clumsy dancing like a pumpkin with two wooden poles, but if he had danced as gracefully as he did in battle, he would have fallen half of the noblewomen of the royal capital. What a graceful and terrifying gesture it was, so precise, so steady and so powerful, that few of the people he kicked could let out a wail.

And one or two small fish that slipped through the net, before their daggers could break through the protection of the Mithril Chain Mail. Glenn, the thief who appeared at Berdwin's side at some point, took on this little task of filling in the gaps, his adamantite dagger was like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, either slitting his throat or stabbing it in the abdomen, and when the "stinging" hyenas sniffled and barked frantically to tear him to pieces, he disappeared into the crowd - his costume was very similar to theirs, even if it was "stinger" The soldiers are also trained in night vision, but they are never as good as a thief, not to mention that Gülen is still the best among them.

Some mercenaries who do not belong to the "Evil Thorn" have vaguely flinched. Wild mercenary is not a good word, it means that the mercenary can't even accumulate enough credibility and skills to be accepted by a mercenary group or guild, their weapons and equipment can only be said to be enough, and they are only promised a small reward. At first they either didn't know anything about the whole situation, or they didn't know anything about Berdwin, and as far as they could see, they thought they were just down-and-out nobles - in the minds of the wild mercenaries. The down-and-out aristocracy is easier to deal with than the beggars on the roadside, they have no real skills, and they don't know how to hide and hide. They lack the courage and bloodiness to die, and some are afraid of bleeding and injury, they are just fat rabbits, but their net worth is much richer than that of beggars.

Among them were two women, one of whom still had a golden bell, which everyone knew was only the priest of Flo...... Look, this makes the wild mercenaries both envious and contemptuous, if it were them, they wouldn't take two women with them on the run, but to say that they have nothing to think of these two women...... Of course, they don't mind tasting leftovers.

But it's all built on the weakness and impotence of the prey, once the rabbit turns into a tiger, the wild mercenaries are also the first to want to escape, anyway, they are not restrained in any way, they can leave whenever they like, if it were not for the fact that they are surrounded by swamps, the caravan master may be able to see the small black dots that spread in all directions.

When they vaguely surrounded the people in the battle, not only did they fail to play some role in favor of the "evil thorn", but became the best cover for the thief Gülen, and for the third or fourth time, they were confused by a mercenary, and the soldier who had to give up tracking finally couldn't suppress his anger, raised his hand and swung a knife, and the wild mercenary's head strangely fell to one side - worse, this wild mercenary was not alone, he had a deep brother, who was a "stinger" The soldier's eyes widened as he searched for Gülen's figure through the gap in the crowd when a dagger from behind pierced his back.

And another "thorny" soldier found the wild mercenary who wanted to avenge his brother, although he can be said to have nothing to do with the dead soldiers, but the "thorny" soldiers never took these wild mercenaries like ownerless abandoned dogs in their eyes, they looked down on those poor fellows who could not even wear good leather armor, and treated them as slaves and tools, and the death of his companion aroused his anger, he stepped forward and cut off the arm of the avenger, and the avenger's near-death wail alarmed the others - the wild mercenary andThus began the internal feud of the "Vicious Thorn" soldiers.

The pressure on Berdwin and Gülen has lessened slightly, but this does not mean that they will be safe - the leader of the mercenaries, to be precise, the leader of the thieves' guild soldiers, is a cunning and resolute man, and as soon as he finds that the situation is inclined to be chaotic, he immediately orders some of his close subordinates to exterminate the wild mercenaries, while he and some of the toughest soldiers concentrate on attacking Berdwin - in a "vicious stab" After the soldiers included the wild mercenaries in the attack, Gülen's hiding area became smaller and smaller, and finally his back was pressed against Berdwin, and the soldiers of the "Evil Thorn" surrounded them, and several soldiers raised their crossbows.

Just as they were in a desperate situation, Leona shouted, raised her longbow, and a sharp arrow flashing with magical light shot at the leader of the soldiers, he jumped nimbly and dodged, but the purpose of this sharp arrow was not to kill, and when it fell to the ground, a thick white smoke rose from the bottom up, enveloping everyone.

"Follow the voice!" shouted the leader of the soldiers in the thick fog.

Then they heard a strange and shrill sound, short but long enough for them to make their way through the fog, and the soldiers pulled the triggers of their crossbows at the orders of their leader, and the bolts fell almost immediately after the backs of Berdwin and Glenn the thief, and someone was shouting, but it was not what they wanted to hear. The leader was the first to break out of the mist, and Glenn stood not far from him, smiling and throwing a chubby glass bottle, the glass bottle did not shatter when it fell to the ground, but Mei Mi, who was holding a crossbow, hit it accurately, and the broken glass bottle emitted a pungent smell, and the leader just jumped back, and the fire thrown by Glenn ignited the moss contaminated by the liquid in the bottle, and they burned violently, emitting a disgusting smell.

The leader felt a wave of dizziness, and someone beside him had already fallen.

The caravan owner frowned involuntarily, he waved his arm and threw a spell, and a breeze blew away those strange smells.

Almost at the same time, he felt a terrible burning heat grab at his hair—an eight-legged fire elemental creature landing on his head like a mischievous child.

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Tomorrow will focus on replying to book reviews, adults remember to read it...... Because there are a few questions that I think I still need to reply...... (To be continued.) )