"Master, look at the strength of our Delmar mercenary group, it can definitely protect the safety of the master!" Fez looked at the thin mercenary who recruited Fez yesterday and was showing the strength of the mercenary group, in fact, most of them were fooled like Fez, but the scale of more than a hundred or so people looked a bit spectacular. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, according to the information obtained, almost all of the people who shuttled between Casher and Sika were businessmen, and if he acted rashly alone, he was likely to be regarded as a spy, although Fez was not worried about this situation, but it was also very troublesome to be hunted down like that, and the most important thing was that Fez didn't know the way, even if he had the map he just bought, it was still a good choice to have a guide, so Fez would follow behind everyone.

"Well, then this mission will be handed over to you, and I will never treat you badly after the matter is completed!" The fat boss looked at the hundred or so people below, as well as the people he brought, about two hundred people, it should not be a problem to be responsible for passing through the Warcraft Forest, this trade cost almost all of the fat boss's family property, if it fails, the fat boss will not have to go back.

"There is absolutely no problem, our Delmar mercenary group is a century-old brand, and there has never been a mission failure!" The thin mercenary kept selling his team, but this improvised team also had the advantage of numbers, all kinds of costumes were like colorful balls in the festival, and the weapons were even more varied, and there were even no weapons at all, and the fat boss didn't seem to be looking at this straggler.

"Well, our safety is in your hands, now we're going to pick up the goods!" The fat boss obviously didn't believe in the thin mercenaries, and he didn't even show the mercenaries how much the goods were, as if the fat boss just needed people to be brave.

"No problem, I'll summon someone to help!" The thin mercenary doesn't care what kind of goods the boss wants to take, as long as he gives money, the mercenary will ensure that the task is completed.

"No need, you just need to open the way in the front, and we are responsible for the safety of the back!" The fat boss seemed to be hiding something, and until now he didn't let the mercenaries get close to the goods.

"Well, we'll make the way for you. The thin mercenary looked at the carload of goods pulled out, and glanced at it greedily, for such a boss mercenary also encountered a lot, all of them were smuggling some rare and forbidden materials, generally speaking, the orcs who cut off trade contacts are most lacking in basic daily necessities, so the general businessmen will export a large number of daily necessities, but the additional profits of such goods are not high, so some businessmen will take risks and sell high-end products such as magic crystals and magic weapons, the general profits of such materials are five to ten times that of the Magic Empire, and then pull back the raw materials of the orcs, and it is normal to go back and forth tens of thousands of gold coins at a time。

However, at this time, the fat boss's cargo seemed to be a little huge, with more than a dozen carriages in front and eight huge cages in the back, and he didn't know what was being held inside, but the mercenaries looked at the tall guards guarding the vehicles, and immediately dispelled all their thoughts.

"Hmph!" Fez, who didn't need to look closely, knew what those cages were holding, they were humans, and he didn't expect this fat guy to sell hundreds of people, most of them were fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls, and a small number of middle-aged women.

However, there are still a lot of wise people here, you don't need to look at those tall cages, you know that there must be slaves in them, and there are often things on this trade road, in the Orc Alliance, except for those high-level orcs, the others are some uncivilized orcs, which cannot meet the aesthetics of ordinary orcs at all, so some humans or orcs have started to "import" Human beings, the banner of optimizing the race, trafficking in human beings everywhere, everyone has seen strange things, as long as things are not poked out, everyone will turn a blind eye.

"Hey brother, don't you have a weapon?" I think there are not many mercenaries on horneers like Fez, there are only a dozen or so at a glance, and those people are masters at a glance, but Fez looks thin and doesn't even have a weapon, so the thin mercenary was the first to pick Fez, trying to deter the little brother with the boss's domineering, and obediently let go of the wildebeest.

"Yes! That's my weapon. Fez unhurriedly took out his one-meter-and-a-half-meter-long magic stick, but it caused everyone to laugh.

"Hahaha! This is also a weapon, a long stick is tied to a stone, the child is at home!" The mercenary next to him had long been unhappy with Fez, but because he had just come and didn't dare to cause trouble, he saw the boss's face at this time, and he also regretted why he didn't rob the little thing in front of him earlier.

"Are you a magician?" The quality of the mercenaries is uneven, most of them are bullying good and afraid of evil, and if they don't show some strength, they won't be respected by others at all, and the big man with a beard on his face who has been sitting next to him has seen a lot of knowledge, and put down the work in his hand - he found a random stone and kept rubbing his huge axe.

"Well, I'm a magician. "Fez didn't want to reveal his identity as a magician, but now it seems that he can't, and if he wants to hold the only wildebeest he wants to avoid being snatched away, Fez must show some skills.

"Hahaha! It's also a magician, I think it's a magician who has learned a little magic and keeps swaggering!" If you can't eat grapes, you can say that grapes are sour, and the unkempt mercenary next to him obviously knows that no matter who gets this wildebeest now, it can't be his own, so he is also afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and the autumn breeze looks lively, after all, in the Magic Empire, there are many things where magicians who have learned one or two tricks casually deceive magicians, in fact, these magicians can only gather one or two small magic at most, but they can't send it out at all, or they can't hit the target, so everyone is not surprised.

"%......&**%" Fez didn't want to be too special, but at this time, in order to keep his only means of transportation, Fez could only show some skills, and his mouth kept dripping and grunting, while holding his magic wand high.

A fiery red magical fireball shot into the trunk of a tree in the distance.

The thigh-thick trunk exploded into two knots in an instant under the effect of Fez's magical fireball, and the scattered flames blew through a gust of wind and all extinguished cleanly.

"Wow, what a magician!" This group of mercenaries are almost all farmers who have lost their land, and as soon as the hoe and sickle are thrown into the firepower, they are transformed into mercenaries, and occasionally there are a few mercenaries with real skills, but they will not say that Fez's magic is just a third-level magic fireball, and at most he can only be regarded as a magic apprentice.

"Hey, brother, we'll protect you. The thin mercenary didn't expect to find a magician this time, just by virtue of that hand, he had captured the heart of the thin mercenary, even if Fez's magic was not very good, it was a commendable thing to say that the Delmar mercenary group had its own magician, and the thin mercenary could only leave silently.

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"Boss, a third-level fireball technique, looking at that power, it is also a fourth-level power, which is not a threat. The mercenary's confusion attracted the attention of the fat boss, but the magic guard next to him despised Fez's pretentiousness with a nonchalant face, and such a magic could only be used here to show off.

"Boss, do you want me to go over and kill him!" Another guard also saw the boss's hesitation, after all, the goods this time are not trivial, and if you don't get it right, you will lose your head.

"No, they're just a group of pathfinders, no matter what the situation is, as long as they dare to get close to the goods, they will be killed!" The fat boss didn't want to make a fuss, and finally got into the carriage.

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"Thank you just now, uncle!" Fez also knew that if it wasn't for the bearded uncle in front of him just now, I'm afraid Fez wouldn't be able to finish with a magic fireball.

"With your ability, it's easy to send these people away, I just don't want to see blood!" "The bearded man is also capable, and he can see at a glance that Fez's strength is more than that.

"Ahem! ahem!"

"Uncle, you are sick!" Fez looked at the uncle's burly physique, and the two giant axes weighing forty or fifty pounds seemed to have no weight in their hands, but they coughed from time to time, which attracted Fez's attention.

"Are you sick?" the bearded man had not yet spoken, and the two little boys had already jumped onto Fez's horned horses, one after the other, looking at Fez.

"Ian, Ima, don't mess around!" the bearded man snorted, and the little boy in front obediently jumped off the warhorse, but the little girl in the back hitchhiked with a pout.

"I'm sorry, I was a little injured in the battle before, and I haven't gotten better yet!" said the bearded man, a little embarrassed.

"Well, the injury is not light!" Fez had already seen the black energy emitted from the beard's body, if the bearded man was not a demon, it was a wound with the breath of a demon, so it would cause a long-term illness.

"There's time to find a priest to treat, it's not good for your body to drag it out like this!" Fez stared at the bearded waist and abdomen, although it was covered by clothes and bandages, but Fez could still see that the wound was more than twenty centimeters, although the wound had stuttered, but the wound was pitch black near the wound, and it also exuded a faint rancid smell, Fez also knew that the wound caused by the demon clan was extremely difficult to heal, and he couldn't imagine that this uncle in front of him could retreat from the battle with the demon clan, and he could suppress the wound for so long, and he was also a little impressed.

"It's easy to say, we found a lot of priests and magicians, but they can't do anything!" The little girl's tone was full of helplessness and contempt, not only for those mage priests who are not good uncles, but also for Fez.

"I've seen it, but it's just that these two children are suffering!" The bearded man also knew that his time was running out like this, and the only thing he was worried about at this time was the two little children in front of him.

"Uncle Lothar, you can't die, but you promised Mom and Dad that we would go to them together when we grow up!" Imma, who was sitting behind her, jumped off the wildebeest and hugged her bearded arm very intimately.

"Alas, work hard! Come, take it, drink half of it, and just smear half of it directly!" Fez didn't want to care about these troubles, but seeing this true feeling, Fez didn't care about it, just summoned a little water element, and added a little light element.

"It's!" Ian took Fez's kettle, not knowing what to do.

"Anyway, half of his body has already been cut into the ground, what else is worth my murder!" Fez knew what they were worried about, but if Fez didn't save him, according to the current situation of the beard, the speed of body decay would be faster and faster, and I am afraid that the beard would not even have the strength to stand up in half a month.

"Well, people who have already fallen into the ground, what are you afraid of!" The bearded man also knew that Fez was telling the truth, and he was not afraid of anything, so he directly took a sip of half a pot of water, and the rest of the magic water was poured directly into the wound.

"Ah......" After drinking the magic water, the bearded man knew that it contained a strong magical element, but the feeling of pouring it on the wound was like pouring molten iron, and the black carrion slowly turned bright red, and the scarred wound slowly oozing bright red blood.

"What the hell did you use for Uncle, you bastard?" Ian watched as Uncle's groans of pain jumped behind Fez's back, and stabbed his dagger into Fez's neck.

"Don't, Ian!" the two little kids may not know, but the uncle knows that he is saved, and the more blood that comes out of the wound, the more dark energy is purified.

"Ahh

"What's it called, it's just asleep!" Imma jumped up as well, carefully examining the motionless Fez, and finally came to the conclusion that Fez was asleep.

"Sister, I'll leave it to you here, I'll help Uncle!" (To be continued.) )