Following the growing voices of the people, Downton made a quick run through the cobweb-like cavern, and twenty minutes later, stood at the mouth of a large rock wall.

Condescendingly, Downton saw the man he was looking for.

This is a squad of five magicians, judging from the ordinary equipment on their bodies, the strength must be average, Downton hid and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Haha, I really got rich this time, I didn't expect to catch a native, you said to hand him over to the captain, what reward can we get?"

"You are stupid, take him directly to see the head of the regiment, the position of a captain of 100 people will definitely not run. ”

"It's a pity, our strength is too poor, otherwise let him take us to his tribe, he can definitely loot and drink a mouthful of soup. ”

"I also want to taste the taste of indigenous women, not for good looks, only for tribal style!"

"Come on, just your body, you must have been directly cut off by the legs of the indigenous woman, and it won't be a problem for people to sleep with five like you!"

Listening to the laughter of the five people below and the foul language that continued to explode, Downton also roughly deduced their origins.

These guys are the lowest mercenaries of the Indian Head Mercenary Regiment, because their strength is so poor, they can't even enter the alternate three regiments, and they can only be patrols on the periphery.

Before Downton entered the Lava Realm, the Indian Head was already the farthest mercenary group in the northwest, and during this period of time, they had taken more territories, and patrols needed to be arranged in some valuable areas, such as ore veins, water sources, and places where plants were overgrown, to prevent other adventurers from secretly collecting.

The luck of these five patrolmen was simply amazing. I picked up a seriously injured and unconscious native, so I couldn't wait to take him back to the garrison to deliver.

A native living in the secret realm, it means that a tribe is beckoning to them from afar, the population slaves, the savings of the tribe for many years, this is the most basic wealth, and digging deeper, the natives must have some understanding of the vegetation and mineral veins of the secret realm, and knocking on their mouths means that the mercenary group has the upper hand in the resource competition of the secret realm.

"I haven't heard of anyone discovering the natives of the secret realm yet, so let's bring him back as soon as possible. Otherwise, wait until someone else catches it. He's worthless. ”

"What if he doesn't speak?"

"Hey, you haven't been to the torture room of the mercenary group, have you? All kinds of torture continues, even the milk he drank a few times when he was a child can squeeze it out for you. ”

The patrolman coughed dryly as he spoke. He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the bruised boy lying next to him.

Downton's gaze shifted as well. Although this teenager is only 1.5 meters tall. But he looks strong and full of muscles.

Except for a pair of tattered leather pants, the rest of his clothes were stripped off. No wonder even the patrolmen could recognize this guy as an indigenous, because his entire skin, from head to toe, was fiery red, and even his eyes were red and white, like two burning flames.

The boy's waist-length hair was also red, and it was crumpled and stuck together due to sweat, blood, and mud stains.

"Hey, he's not going to die, is he?"

A patrolman walked up to the boy and kicked him in the thigh.

The young man's condition is very bad, he has been in a coma, and his lips are even more chapped to the point of bleeding, if it weren't for the natives, he would have been used to the high temperature and heat of the secret realm, and he would have died long ago.

"Feed him a sip of water and set off on his way!"

The squad leader spoke, stood up, looked around, and with such an important slave, he didn't dare to stay for long.

The boy was a tough guy, drank the water, came to his senses, and without saying a word, he hit the patrolman head-on.

The other patrolmen rushed over and grabbed the rope that bound him.

"Damn, if I hadn't been injured by those adventurers and escaped for more than ten days in a row, how could I have been caught by you?"

The boy roared angrily, very unwillingly, but unfortunately he spoke in the indigenous tribal language, and the patrolmen could not understand a single syllable.

"Shut up or you'll break your teeth!"

The patrol wields a scimitar and intimidates the teenager.

"If I don't accept the gift sent to my door, even Lady Luck will spit on me!"

Downton loaded the Dawnbringer crossbow in a fragmented thought, and from the small talk he had just had, he knew that the five patrolmen were not good people, so he had no guilt at all for shooting them.

Showing a small half of his body at the mouth of the cave, Downton aimed a little in front of the head of a patrolman, calculated the amount of advance, and pulled the trigger.

Shout!

The arrow broke through the wind, followed by a 'poof', and pierced the unlucky man's head.

"Enemy attack!"

As the patrol fell to the ground, the others panicked and quickly ducked to cover while looking for the enemy's position.

"Sure enough, it's a bunch of fools!"

Downton quickly pulled the crossbow and shot the second patrol before the rest of the men found the hole in the path of the arrow.

"Who are you, do you dare to provoke our famous Indian head mercenary group, don't you want to live?" the patrol roared fiercely, hoping to use the mercenaries' fame to scare off the sneak attackers.

"Leave the natives, hand over all your supplies and equipment, and I can spare your lives. Downton shouted that he didn't want to go on a killing spree if he didn't have to.

The patrolman's answer was simple, he took out a cannonball-like signal canister, pulled the fire rope, and with a loud bang, a ball of fireworks rose to the ceiling of thirty meters, and exploded gorgeously.

"I don't care who you are, you're in big trouble. The patrol didn't want to give up the wealth he had, "I've signaled that reinforcements will come soon, and if you don't leave, you'll die." ”

The other party was unwilling to negotiate peace, so Downton had no choice, so he jumped out of the cave and rushed down the steep slope.

"It turned out to be a little bastard, everyone go on, slaughter him!"

When the patrol saw that Downton was young, he thought that he had killed his companion by sneak attack, so his courage immediately fattened, and the three of them killed him in a zigzag pattern.

Thundered!

A dirt-filled puppet rose from the ground and pounced on Downton. Two more wind blades swirled and slashed at Downton's head.

Dou Zhuan Xingyi appeared above Downton's head and took the wind blade, but it didn't reflect immediately.

The Giant's charge unleashed, and Downton shot at the patrol at the front like a cannonball, and the Giant's Seal slashed.

Looking at the huge magical saber, the patrolman felt a chill down his spine and tried his best to dodge, but a soul shield was still blown up.

"I'm Debolo, I'm amazing!"

The patrol hadn't finished sighing yet. I saw Downton holding a crossbow in his left hand and pointing at his face.

Burst!

The distance is too close. The patrol was unavoidable, and was pierced through the head by an arrow, and the strong inertia made him fly upside down.

The Wind Blade was still strafing, but it was all taken over by the liquid mass.

Two patrolmen saw one of them. His companion was killed. I was so shocked that I almost burst my eyes. Almost subconsciously, they turned and ran, but unfortunately it was too late.

Downton shattered the shield of the closer patrol on the left. Reflecting the wind blade, he completely cut him in half, followed by a heavenly shine to catch up with the farthest patrol, and the heavenly cross slashed the heavens, blasting him to death.

Thundered!

Having lost its owner, the puppet that had just run a few steps completely collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"If you run again, I'll attack!" Downton knew that the native boy didn't understand, so he shot a crossbow bolt.

The short arrow grazed his cheek, and the boy had to stop, turn around, and stare at Downton with a look of resentment.

Downton shrugged his shoulders indifferently, ignored him, and began to examine the body, since it was a patrol, it meant that they should have a map of the nearby area.

"That's my backpack!" the native boy shouted, and the more Downton made such an understatement, the less he dared to escape.

At this moment, Thyssen, a young man from the Krupp giant tribe, regretted wanting to slap himself, after hearing that there were races from other planes entering the lava secret realm, he was very curious, so he secretly ran out, only to be targeted by an adventure group.

In order not to cause trouble for the tribe, Thyssen could only run in the opposite direction, relying on the familiar terrain, he threw off five adventure groups, but the more he ran, the more magicians he found, Zuihou fainted due to injuries and physical strength, and was caught by this group of patrolmen.

"Gone!"

Downton collected the loot, took the rope that tied Thyssen, and picked a larger cave to get into.

Five minutes later, a patrol arrived, looking at the death of their companions, although they were afraid, but they had to follow the footprints hard, otherwise they would be expelled from the team, but after entering the cave and chasing for a few hundred meters, they found that there were footprints in front of more than a dozen potholes, and they couldn't figure out whether they were true or false, so they could only search one by one.

For the sake of their lives, they were sneaking and slipping, and they were all waiting for the big team to arrive, so this time was completely enough for Downton to leave.

There is no way, if you know that Downton has taken away a native, the patrolmen will chase it if they are desperate, there is no benefit, naturally no one takes risks.

"The seventh order of the soul is already scum in front of me!" Downton sighed with emotion, those five patrolmen were all seventh-order, and they were also considered the number one person in Morning Mist Town, but it was a pity that he was killed by him in one fell stab, so he remembered the mayor's son Liszt again.

"Sooner or later, I'll have to settle accounts with you!" Downton clenched his fists, and then he was forced to do it, and he couldn't do it because he couldn't ask for information.

At this time, Downton was desperately nostalgic for Homer, and there was an ancient magic book known as the Great Encyclopedia, and it was not a problem to speak any language.

"Hey, pay a thousand souls, and I'll teach you that native language!"

The voice of the cheap god suddenly sounded in the bottom of Downton's heart.

"Well, you can talk, what about Homer?" Downton rejoiced.

"It's busy suppressing the laws of the plane, and it doesn't have time to pay attention to you, a thousand souls, can you change it?" the cheap god urged, "Didn't you get the soul of an elite-level flame centipede?"

"You're robbing with fire!" Downton refused.

"Hey, if you torture this native, you'll get a lot in return. Even if the cheap god falls, he is still a god, knowing these common sense, "If you don't, I can even teach you torture!" (to be continued......)