Within days of Chrissy's disappearance, the various leaders of the camp had identified more than a dozen missing members. It was only at this time that the leaders, who had been unimpressed by the actions of Crane's division, realized that the abnormal attrition that was taking place in the camp was not a simple mistake.

While these people are negligible to the large and mixed team, the leaders are more concerned about what the missing people mean - whether they are elves or demons, in short, they are already taking action.

Some even felt that this was not a bad thing, and that if they had made a move, it meant that their enemies were now in a hurry, but they were constrained by the strength of their own forces, and could not make any effective attacks that really hurt them.

On the other hand, Crane's worries in the young leader's heart were slightly eased, and more than a dozen people disappeared in just a few days. It's hard to imagine what kind of beast did it, unless it's a herd or some legendary behemoth, it's hard for an ordinary beast to have such an amazing appetite. And those who have a good appetite can't completely avoid the eyes and ears of the camp, which makes Crane even more convinced that Chrissy has been taken captive by Andrarui, who has already done something. At this time, in addition to sending a few more spies to the city that was located on the other side of the river more than ten miles away, he could only pray that the luck and determination of his "cousin" would support him in surviving this unexpected ordeal.

At this time, the human camp on the bank of the river had gathered nearly 4,000 stragglers, what Crane didn't expect was that more than eighty percent of the leaders were still trying their best to appease the soldiers under their command, seeing that this camp was becoming more and more nervous because of the increase in numbers, and the excellent young leaders of the Enric family became unclear about the future direction of events.

"Head, the newcomers to the south of the camp are starting to make a fuss over trivial things again. Crane's most trusted lieutenant, Byron Harry, was his boyhood playmate. Through five or six years of operation and accumulation, the two of them have only with the very limited support of the family, and in the process of training, they have pulled up such a large-scale team.

Unlike other adventurous teams of ruffians who are overly scarried for size, the warriors under the command of Crane are completely incomparable to the core strength of the family, but they already have enough combat power to compete with the guards that ordinary minor lords and knights can support. More than half of the members are all older warriors than Crane and Byron, and most of them have a wealth of adventure experience and a variety of skilled life skills. The hairy boys under the age of twenty are less than 10% of the team's size, and this composition makes Crane's team have enough combat power to easily defeat the same number of peers, while maintaining a rare vitality.

"Is there any sign of an expansion of the conflict?" Crane, the leader of the team, is a young man who is good at disguising himself in front of outsiders, but usually moody. Generally speaking, a good guy like Crane in the family usually achieves more outstanding achievements if he can use his strengths to play between the forces of the city-state and join forces. As a man who has admired martial arts since childhood, his ambition is obviously not in those things that have been accompanied by vanity and misfortune and network management all year round.

"It shouldn't really be a fight, at most it is within the level of a few people with minor injuries. Unlike Crane, who was bearded but still looked extraordinary, Byron, as the second-in-command, was a young warrior as strong as a bull, and according to the convention among his peers, a guy of Byron's size was usually more like a real leader than Crane.

In the team of adventurers with a chaotic system and management, the one with the hardest fist is usually the boss.

"What about our food storage?" Aside from Chrissy's safety, the young leader asked the young leader almost every two days, a question that was of most concern to Crane.

"Every day there is a surplus of fish caught, and the guys try to dry and preserve all the fish that they can't eat completely. Together with our food stockpiles, we will be able to hold on for at least another two months. "Unlike his appearance, although Byron is a straightforward guy, he is also a good hand at management and management.

"That's fine, now people don't dare to go in and out of the forest easily, and if they continue to drag on like this, they are afraid that food will start to be scarce, because the internal contradictions will lead to real disputes. ”

Crane was not wrong at all, Andrari's scouts captured the lone humans in the forest, in addition to wanting to obtain information from this, but also to prevent humans from obtaining food and other resources from the forest. According to the druids, these unbridled humans have seriously affected the natural balance in the nearby forests, and it's time to warn them!

Fortunately, in addition to the forest, the Emerald River is also an important source of food to meet the needs of the human team to a large extent, and the open area on the riverbank seems to be able to avoid being ambushed. Having a fishing net and a skilled fisherman in a team like Crane's team can't learn from other teams, but with patience, whether it's fishing or using a sharp weapon to stick in the fish, you can always get some catch.

Every day, the entire human camp consumes a lot of food, but most people think that the team is stationed at the edge of the river and the forest, and if they can go hungry, then they don't have to continue to beg for a living in the wilderness, and it is better to go back to their hometown and farm as soon as possible. Even the armies of those noble lords cannot compare with their ability to survive in the wilderness compared to their adventurers who have been running around all year round, and the team belonging to Crane is the most typical representative.

Just when everyone, including Crane, thought that such a relatively peaceful day could continue for some time, Andrarui's scouts had basically figured out the reality of the human camp on the riverbank. As the trade winds from the southern end of the vast Van Jia Sea begin to wash over the southern foothills of the Mt. Shade, the heavy rainfall in the Mt. Shade at this time of year brings the entire Emerald River basin into a period of abundant water. Within dozens of kilometers upstream and downstream, only the one where Andrarui is located is relatively wide, and during the flood season, the river water in other parts is surging, and for humans who do not have the ability to make large-scale river crossing tools, the Emerald River, which is only about half a month, and the relatively short flood period has long been destined to not be a good day for them to launch an offensive against Andrarui. The number of troops still gathering exceeded four thousand, and the leaders even felt that with such a force, the towering walls of Andrari were destined to be unable to stop their advance. As long as we waited for the river to slow down, and found a suitable crossing that the other side could not defend to prevent our own landing, and drove the team to the opposite bank, the city, with a population of no more than 20,000, would certainly not be able to organize any effective resistance under the powerful offensive from this side.

The day to enjoy the fruits of victory seems to be just around the corner!

In the days when the mixed human "army" was gearing up for the end of the flood period, Andrari's children of the abyss finally decided that it was time to teach these ignorant humans a lesson in what the real means of warfare were.

From that time on, the people of the riverside camp began to frequently spot the sight of a strong beast, an unknown black ghost that haunted the edge of the forest. Occasionally, one could see a pair of green eyes in the grass just a few dozen paces away from the camp, a terrifying green eye in the night, and the beast that had touched the camp had brought a hint of unease to the chaotic camp, although it had not attacked anyone.

A provocation from a brute succeeded in arousing the wrath of some, and one could clearly see the black beast's white fangs like daggers. While some adventurers with experience in hunting were debating whether to gather some people and teach the stupid beast that haunted the edge of the forest a lesson that he would never forget, Crane's party ran into real trouble.

The former fishermen in the team, as usual, cooperated with several people to cast their nets in the shallow water on the bank of the river to prepare for fishing. When they had just begun to try to collect the nets today, they found that the important tool for securing the food source had been destroyed by something unknown under the water to the point that it was completely impossible to repair! The fishermen, who were familiar with the water, were angry and wanted to find the culprit who had broken the nets, but they were suddenly attacked in the half-man-deep river......

"He should be similar in size to us, I only caught a slippery fish scale at the moment of resistance......" The middle-aged man, who had almost chopped off his foot, recalled the scene with palpitations. What he didn't know was that the attackers from Andrarui, who had to lurk in the murky waters of the river and use curved knives that were more affected by resistance than spears, would have had to lurk in the murky waters, and that he would not have had the opportunity to describe to his companions what it was like to be attacked.

Most of the Vanga people, including the Naga warriors, are amphibian races with gills as an organ, and even the best fishermen in the water are powerless in the face of such opponents. In order to avoid being attacked again, Crane could only order his soldiers not to enter the water, even if they were to fetch water and wash by the river, they must always be cautious.

Crane's losses were ridiculed and ridiculed by other "companions" simply because they were far more efficient at obtaining food from the river than the "laymen" with their nets and skilled fishermen. They ridiculed Crane and his men for "not doing business", but as adventurers they were always keen on mud-legged things.

As the camp grew larger, the leaders grew more agitated as their ranks expanded. People began to fight over trivial matters and suffered casualties, but before they could win, they began to squeeze each other out of each other as if they were loot at their fingertips. It's as if you've entered the battle before it begins, which is unsettling and at the same time the most difficult time.

Just after Crane's nets were destroyed, the other chieftains' men who were also fishing and fishing in the river were attacked one after another, and a total of three people were killed and wounded, but Andrarui's goal of stopping humans from getting food from the river and frustrating the complacent enemy was initially achieved.

The next day, some people in the camp had a sudden nausea and diarrhea after breakfast, and because of the relative concentration of sick people, it was speculated that the enemy who had been lurking in the water at night had sneaked into the camp to complete the poisoning...... The shadow of the enemy could not be seen clearly, and the team had begun to suffer all kinds of losses, although all of them could be called innocuous but inevitably made people hold a resentment in their hearts and have nowhere to vent.

In this context, the pressure of food supplies has begun to consider whether the goal of obtaining food should be placed in the forest. After all, there is still half a month to go before the day is suitable for launching a full-scale attack.