After Ramos left, Duck and the others spotted the target on the evening of the fourth day after three days of observation and stealth.

This is a fairly strong mercenary team, about twenty or thirty people, mainly warriors, who defeated three different mercenary teams in succession, captured a giant monkey, and imprisoned it in a wooden cage.

Their methods were quite cruel, and all defeated teams, men, women, and children, were beheaded by men, women, and children, and after a simple sacrifice, they were buried on the spot. The giant monkey was also picked off and became a waste monkey.

Their way of doing things surprised Dark, the mercenaries live on the death line all day long, they know multiple friends and multiple paths, and they usually don't kill them all, and a team like this has never been seen before. What surprised him even more was that the support of this team was very sufficient, with at least twelve or thirteen people joining every day.

No one would believe that it was only for 500 people to use so many manpower for a monkey. Yupanki stared for a while and gave the answer: "These people are Atlas's regular army, disguised as mercenaries. ”

Duck lay in the grass, quietly observing the sentries wandering back and forth, and he asked in the team chat, "Isn't the army from the line of King Curantino, and the priests have never dealt with each other, how can they be assigned by Kuruma to catch monkeys?"

Yupanki said: "It stands to reason that there is something going on inside Atlas? ”

Isabella said, "Don't you think it's strange, if they are completely at the mercy of Kuruma, shouldn't they kill the monkeys and strip them, why just arrest them?"

Darke said: "Have you ever thought that it could also be sent by Curantino? Yupanqui, are there any acquaintances in it?"

"It's too far away to see clearly. It seems that the vast majority of them are fresh faces, are they the elite drawn from the bottom?"

"I have to get up close, so I can disguise myself and feel the situation, and maybe I can get the monkey out. The Atlas military worships the strong, right?"

"What do you want to do?"

Duck smiled: "Remember the play we played during the holy showdown? It's the one that finally messed up Riley's Durian Scarecrow Sun God - Turançova's Iron Raven is coming again, this time with a high profile!"

An hour later, in the tent of the leader of the Atrast contingent, an embarrassed-looking herald came to report: "Report, there is a suspicious man challenging in front of the camp gate, apparently asking for a one-on-one. ”

The captain, who was studying the map with his staff, didn't bother to raise his head: "Kill." ”

"But, he's defeated three men," the herald hastened to add, "and all three are timberwolves, heads-up." ”

The captain still didn't look up: "Find three black panthers who love to fight and throw them out, and take turns." ”

Ten minutes later, the herald came in again: "Report, three Panthers, all lost. ”

The captain was very calm: "Are there two hits...... but before he could say a word, he raised his head suddenly: "What? All three lost? It's only been a few minutes? Isn't it taking turns?"

The herald was very entangled: "They also want to be knocked over by one hammer." ”

The Atlas Army is divided into classes: toucans, timberwolves, panthers, vipers, eagles, and saber-toothed tigers, and it is not something that ordinary people can do if they outperform the panthers. One hammer? at least at the eagle level, right?

"Which tribe?"

"I don't know, it's a mute. ”

"Dumb, can't you tell by your clothes?"

"A crow feather, the color is colorful and green, as if the crow is used as a totem. ”

The captain and the staff looked at each other, and a famous staff member said: "There are dozens of tribes with crows as totems, so you have to go and see them." ”

The captain said: "Then you take a few people to see the situation, this thing is strange, you have to be careful." ”

The staff responded, and called a few eagle warriors out of the tent.

When he walked to the camp gate, he found a sturdy crow warrior blocking the main entrance of the camp cross-legged.

Afraid of military discipline, all his subordinates did not dare to go up to watch, but none of them did not salute him, because this guy was so special.

At his side stood a swarthy six-pointed star-headed iron war hammer, with a huge backpack behind his back, and in front of him was a small iron pot that was also pitch black, and the pot was bubbling and smelling a strange aroma of herbs.

There were three people next to him, it was the three Black Panther Warriors who came out to fight him just now, all three of them had different degrees of injuries to their legs, and one of their calves was discounted, which looked like there was an extra joint in the middle of their calves, which made him grin in pain.

The Raven Warrior boiled the herbs with an indifferent face, ignoring the staff who appeared.

The staff asked the patrol leader next to him, "What's the matter?"

"He was treating our wounded brothers, and he was skilful in debridement and stopping the bleeding, but he did not allow our people to come close. ”

The staff was stunned for a moment: "There is such a thing, how were those three people defeated?"

"Shockwave, this guy's strike shockwave has a large range, they finally flashed outward, and the three jungle wolves at the beginning didn't even react at the beginning and let them over. ”

The light in the staff's eyes flickered.

The patrol leader pointed to the small iron pot in front of the crow warrior and said, "Look at his pot for boiling medicine, there is no fire underneath, but the water is boiling." ”

The staff looked at it, and sure enough, there was a small piece of ground at the bottom of the iron pot that was glowing red, and that piece of ground was heating the pot!

At this moment, the staff was not a little surprised. Is this guy in front of him actually know witchcraft? Is he a shaman who knows martial arts, or is he a warrior who knows witchcraft?

The crow warrior opened the pot, opened his backpack, took out a bunch of bottles and jars, evenly divided the dark green potion in the pot into three transparent jars, and then dripped in different colors of potions, and the dark green potion turned into black, white and red. He then gave each of the two lightly wounded a white and red potion, and the seriously wounded man with a broken leg a black potion.

When the seriously wounded man drank the potion, his expression immediately became relaxed, and his breathing became even.

"Is it an anesthetic? An anesthetic that you don't need to purify, you can drink it directly?" The staff member who was a soldier knew the value of the anesthetic too well, and he asked softly, "Do you see what herbs are used?"

The patrol leader grimaced: "I've been keeping an eye on him, but we haven't seen those herbs," he added, "but the branches and leaves are fresh, and they seem to have just been picked and must have grown in a nearby swamp." ”

It's useless, the staff sighed secretly, even if they knew what kind of herbs people used, the ratio of herbs, the heat of boiling, the process of blending, and the dosage taken, these were all secrets, almost not at all. People dare to play live production under your nose, and they are not afraid of you to learn!

Oh, and the kind of sorcery that heats up the ground.

The swamp was damp, and after more than 10 days of entering the swamp, many of the brothers' skin had already begun to fester! Rotten hands, rotten feet, rotten armpits, and even rotten crotch! Combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. He dared to heat the medicine in this way, which showed that he was able to control the temperature precisely, and if he was brought over, then the dampness would no longer be an obstacle to the march!

He was stunned for a moment, the crow warrior had skillfully and calmly completed the work of bone-grafting and straightening the seriously wounded, and was dressing and bandaging him. The seriously wounded looked at him with both shame and gratitude.

The Raven Warrior glanced at his staff, his eyes still calm and calm, but he raised a finger and gently hooked it at him.

The staff was immediately furious, what does this mean, think that I have no one in Atlas?

"Whoever can capture this guy alive, two thousand will suffer!"