Mackenzie was at the front of the caravan, and he could hear a whisper coming from behind him.

They were not only slave traders, in other words, robbers in the guise of merchants. However, unlike the robbers here in Wishal, they are relatively high-level robbers, after paying a large amount of stability maintenance fees to the Wishaler government, their transactions are legal, this caravan is not only buying and selling slaves, but even engaged in illegal human exchange, and many of the items sold are obtained through illegal means, stolen, robbed, and often circulated to the hands of merchants like them, forming a criminal industrial chain.

Mackenzie knew very well what his subordinates were talking about, twelve gold coins of the Marassa Empire, back in the black market of the empire, enough to exchange for more than 1,500 gold coins, they made a lot of money, but those two mysterious big bosses, maybe there were more treasures in their hands, and their decisions for the sake of insurance seemed to have caused dissatisfaction among their subordinates.

Mackenzie was not worried about retaliation, even if the lord of the Deathfjord died at their hands, the Deathfjord would not dare to do anything to the Westhale Empire, at most it would only make a verbal protest.

Mackenzie already regretted it a little, what kind of strong man could be in a place like Deathfjord? Their team completely dominated the numbers, and there were only two people on the other side.

"Hmph, I knew I would have done it. Mackenzie snorted coldly,

The dark clouds in the sky obscured the sunlight and cast a large shadow on the ground, and Mackenzie would never have imagined that at this time, above them, Ron was staring coldly below, and all the words they had said before were clearly heard by Ron.

Of course, Ron's own hearing could not have been so good, he relied on his own clay spiders, and Ron himself rode on large birds made of explosive clay.

"Sure enough, I want to do it. Ron sneered, Will and Sylvie were waiting behind, it would be too easy to expose himself if he used a war horse on the Great Plains, so Ron chose to approach by flying in the air.

Ron slipped his left hand into the clay pocket, and soon he was creating several self-detonating spiders again, flying much faster in the air than an oxcart on the ground.

Ron's heart was determined to kill, and he knew that there was no killing without trading, and it was because of the existence of these slave traders that the evil trade of slaves was born.

Now is the time!

Ron controlled the self-detonating bird to fly downwards at breakneck speed, just as he had attacked the Beru camp on that rainy night, only this time, the ammunition he used to bomb changed from the general's magic crystal to a self-detonating spider.

Mackenzie suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from overhead, it was definitely not the sound of wind in nature, it was like something heavy falling from his head, not only him, but also the other caravan members, all the slave traders looked up at the top of their heads almost at the same time, and soon they saw a scene that they would never forget.

A large bird with a wingspan of four or five meters quickly swooped down on them. They had never seen such a bird before, and the reaction of these merchants was therefore a beat slower.

It was these few seconds of hesitation that made them miss the best chance to escape.

"It's that guy!" Mackenzie's pupils narrowed, and he caught a glimpse of Ron on the bird's back.

"Shoot that bird!"

Mackenzie also subconsciously believed that it was a living beast, a bird that Ron had tamed, and although this large bird looked a little terrifying, it only needed to shoot it out of the air with a volley of crossbow arrows.

The moment the merchants below pulled out their crossbows, Ron jumped off the big bird, and at the same time, he threw out all the self-detonating spiders in his hands.

"Puff puff!"

The bolts shot out a large number of hollows in the big bird's body, but from the holes, there was not a single blood flowing, but some yellow sand was exposed.

"Sand?"

A fine, cold touch came from Mackenzie's forehead, and along with the yellow sand, some small spiders landed on Mackenzie's face impartially.

"Die!"

A smile appeared on Ron's lips, and the four self-detonating spiders exploded in an instant, and the blazing waves of fire swept out, engulfing the entire slave caravan in an instant, and the self-detonating bird also followed closely into the mushroom cloud that rose from the explosion.

"Boom!"

Several times more violent than the previous explosion, the power of the self-detonating bird is definitely the most lethal ninjutsu that Ron can unleash now. The blast kicked up a lot of dust on the Great Plains, but the innocent cow was mercilessly affected by Ron's carpet bombardment.

Ron landed lightly on the ground, and the smoke gradually cleared, revealing the center point after the explosion.

The center of the explosion left a large circular crater, with many broken limbs scattered around the crater, and the ox cart had been blown to pieces, and the debris of wood and charred corpses were mixed together, emitting the stench of burning. But in the middle of the pit stood a man, covered in blood and looking extremely embarrassed, but he was not dead.

"Magician?"

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, one of the slave traders' arms drooped, and even a bone spur appeared at the base of his big arm, but Ron felt the fluctuation of magic from the latter's body, and a green halo faintly flashed on his body, apparently because of this defensive magic, he survived Ron's bombardment.

Mackenzie didn't speak, the physical pain and mental anger made his chest rise and fall constantly, this move just now was completely out of his perception of magic, if the defensive magic scroll on his body was not automatically triggered, but needed to be manually triggered, I am afraid that his current fate is exactly the same as that of his companions around him.

At the same time, he was also glad that he didn't make a move on this mysterious young man in the first place.

"Why did you attack us? We don't seem to have offended you, did we?" said Mackenzie, with some embarrassment.

"Because I hate the slave trade above all. Ron's voice was murderous.

"Is that because of this?" Mackenzie was a little stunned, the slave trade existed all over the continent, and all countries really turned a blind eye to this kind of thing, and the nobles often bought slaves from them, but the anger in the young man's eyes did not seem to be fake.

"How can you not kill me?" asked Mackenzie in a deep voice.

"Impossible, you will die!"

Mackenzie hesitated for a moment, "Aren't you going to Bonorton?" I have information about the auction items in my hand, as well as the membership of the auction house, I wonder if you are interested in these?"