A ranger stepped on a branch hidden in the dense foliage of the canopy, and he pushed aside a small leaf in front of him to look at the camp. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Several wagons came to the camp, and some weapons and leather armor were thrown to the ground, and soon they were stacked again. There were some fresh faces in the camp, but he didn't care, it was clear that they had come with the supplies. The big boss has long stopped coming out to hunt slaves in person, but enjoys life in other places, and from time to time sends some newcomers to deliver things and replenish some combat power by the way.

His gaze kept scanning back and forth, and there was nothing wrong with the black man. These captivity of one meal every two days, one or two mouthfuls of food per meal, made the black man not even have much strength to open his eyes, and he fell to the ground one by one, leaving only panting for breath.

But he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. He saw another captain's assistant, standing in the camp and directing the others to move weapons and leather armor into the makeshift storeroom, and although he hesitated, he finally relaxed. After all, there are acquaintances, and it looks like there's really nothing wrong with this camp. He let go of the foliage in front of him, and the dense canopy of trees once again hid him completely.

He nimbly jumps back and forth over the canopy, thanks to the well-preserved jungle, dense vegetation and plants vying for sunlight that make the canopy almost intertwined.

When he returned, he immediately told the captain everything he had seen.

"You mean, there's nothing wrong with that, and you see that kid Bailey directing the work?", Bailey is the assistant to another captain, in charge of writing and logistics, which requires someone who can read and do accounts. Someone like Bailey doesn't have much force, but he has a big role in the team and is an integral part of the team. He nodded, "Since Bailey is still here, then maybe I guessed wrong, let the brothers continue on their way and try to get back to camp before dinner." ”

The time to rush is always dragged by thinking, because I feel tired, so every second is extraordinarily long. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the light in the dense forest was even dimmer. The canopy of the trees obscured too much light, and the sky outside the canopy was only a little darker than it was too dark, but it was almost completely dark under the canopy. Torches lit up, and the slave catchers whipped the passive blacks, punching and kicking them, forcing them to speed up. At the thought of returning to a safe place immediately, these men who had been away for seven or eight days couldn't wait.

During these days of slave hunting, they were not allowed to eat hot food, bathe, or even change their clothes. Although the climate in the dense forest is pleasant, only 212 degrees, you will sweat a lot every day when you really exercise. In this brutal home turf, any seemingly casual behavior may have an extremely bad impact. For example, if you make a fire, you can see it from a distance, and you will naturally avoid it. For example, when bathing, the black brute, shaped like a wild beast, can taste the slightest change in the taste of the stream.

Well, now, it's finally home!

Seeing that he walked out of the dense forest, the captain suddenly frowned. He smelled the strong aroma of wine and a faint fishy sweetness, and he glanced up to see several black owls circling in the dark sky, which made his suspicious nerves tense again. It's normal to drink alcohol, but the smell of the wafting wine is so strong that it's like it's masking something.

Just as he hesitated, Bailey walked to the side of the fence and looked over here, "Is it the captain? Haha, you're finally back, and our boss said that if you don't come back, we're going to look for you!"

The captain dealt with two sentences absentmindedly, "I encountered some trouble when attacking the black barbarian tribe, so it was delayed." He looked at Bailey suspiciously, "Why does this wine smell so strong?", he stared at Bailey's expression tightly, he was in the dark, Bailey was by the fire, one in the dark and the other in the light. The moment Bailey's smile stiffened, his pupils shrank sharply.

"When carrying goods, a little guy accidentally knocked over two barrels of wine. At this moment that decided his life and death, he reacted extremely quickly and made up a lie.

The captain's face became more and more gloomy in the night, he stopped and beckoned to Bailey, "Come here, I found something from the tribe of the black barbarians this time, I don't know what it is for, you come and help me take a look." ”

Bailey's face froze again, "Captain, you're too dark, why don't you come to the fire so I can see it clearly." ”

In the tent, Wren sat on a large soft chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest, his face unmoved. He listened to the conversation outside in his ears, and at this time the rhythm of his fingers falling was half a beat faster, and he shook his head noncommittally, and suddenly stood up. At this time, Wren had already cultivated the momentum of not being angry but mighty, and he didn't see any change in his expression, just as he stopped, a monstrous momentum came overwhelmingly, and even alarmed the few war horses in the stables not far away.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Bailey, as well as the captain's gaze, were drawn to the dynamic change and looked over at the same time. Bailey's face turned pale because Wren came out, he didn't complete his plan, and the devil knows if that pervert would trouble him. The captain's face was three points darker, and sure enough, there was a problem, and he then looked over and carefully analyzed Wren's appearance, and his face became more and more hideous. If nothing else, this person is Wren!

There was three points of fear in the anger, after all, Wren's name was too big, and every time he heard the news of Wren for most of the past six months, it was almost accompanied by killing and death. Whether it's a big person or a small person, it's a clean knife when you meet someone like Rennes.

Wren glanced at Bailey, "Idiot, you don't even know if you're recognized." He looked at the team at the edge of the jungle again, and waved his hand violently, and the word "kill" was furious!

Three to five hundred rockets were fired into the forest in an instant, lighting up the dense forest as clearly visible as day. The inexplicable panic on the faces of those people had not yet had time to be released, and two more rounds of arrows rained down. The Black Armor Army, which had been hiding around for a long time, appeared one after another, and surrounded the group.

The killing lasted less than ten minutes, and the last intermittent howl completely disappeared in a few ripping sounds, and the entire dense forest was once again quiet.

The actors in the camp changed into black armor one after another, and the camp that had been cleaned became clean and tidy, and torches lit up half of the sky. The captain, who was still dying, was dragged over, and during the battle, his arm was cut in half, and several holes were poked in his legs. If he hadn't brought the chaplain with him this time, maybe he would have died from blood loss.

"Who was the person who bought these slaves and what is their background?"

The captain raised his head, but said nothing, and lowered his head again.

Wren crossed his fingers together, and he pursed his lips, "I like men who are persistent." When a man comes to this world, he must have a little persistence in his life, otherwise why is he called a man? I just don't know, does your family know that you are willing to die for someone who has nothing to do with you, and you are not willing to live for them?", Wren's speech was not fast, and many people's brains turned into paste after a battle, and the sensory stimulation brought by killing strained their nerves, and once they relaxed, they were like becoming stupid.

The captain's eyes slowly showed struggle, the career of catching slaves over the years had already made him cold-blooded and numb, and one life after another disappeared in his hands, and the black barbarians he had killed over the years were at least seven or eight thousand. His soul has turned gray, and the only place that can make him feel warm and feel that he is still alone is home. At home, he seemed to be alive again, he never talked to his wife and children about slave hunting, and he didn't even tell his relatives what he was doing.

His argument to the outside world was to act as a guard for the merchants, so he often had to follow the merchants around and be away from home for a long time. Everyone was convinced of his statement and sincerely envious.

It's a decent job, except for a little danger.

He has two children, a boy and a girl, the boy is nine years old and the girl is five years old. The boy looks like his mother, and the girl looks like him. He sometimes hugs his daughter very gently, thinking about what kind of father-in-law he will be in the future, what kind of son-in-law he will have, and what kind of life he will have.

If all goes well.

He looked up again and gave Wren a deep look, he knew it wasn't going to go that way.

Sensing the fierce struggle in the captain's heart, Wren slowed his tone, "You know, I'm a very reasonable person. I don't mind giving anyone a chance, but only if you meet my requirements. I'm not a bad person, I'm not a villain, don't force me to do things that make me hate myself. He half-squatted, reached out and grabbed the captain's hair and pulled it one after another, and the captain raised his head suddenly, revealing a slight expression of pain. The two looked at each other, the distance between them was less than twenty centimeters, Wren looked into his eyes without the slightest flicker, "Your daughter is very cute, think about it, in her long life path, how pitiful it is without her father's company?"

"Will her friends bully her?Will there be a thug who will talk to her?When will she give her first meeting to someone?A good person? Or a villain?What will her future hold?", Wren patted the captain's cheek, his pupils slowly contracted, and the whole person was much more sober, "I asked one last time, who are you going to give this batch of goods, what is their background, remember, this is the last time." You can use silence to guard the persistence of your heart, and I will also use my blood to fill your life with despair. ”

Wren let go of his hand and stood up, Blair immediately handed over a silk scarf, he wiped the grease on his hands, and threw it on the ground, "Your choice, man!" (To be continued.) )