There was a lot of confusion in the rushing herd, and there was a cloud of dust all around, which undoubtedly had some effect on the optic nerve image.

But compared to the madness of the people around him, Loki has always maintained a calm observation.

He struggled to control the reins in his hand, and as long as the goat, which was half as short as the surrounding goat, could get out, he would be fine tied to the sheep's back.

The visual image, though somewhat affected, was more clearly visible than those around him, and of course he noticed that the riding figure who was about to ride his horse to stop his way was not a slave's attire, but Ken of the Black Street Brotherhood.

The goat was a lot shorter than the horseman, and Loki himself was at an absolute disadvantage, his arms plus the dogleg knife, the longest weapon on his body, not necessarily the length of Ken's sword.

Kenn rode his horse half in the way and yelled, "Littlefinger, you can't escape from a gang of slaves." ”

Loki's gray eyes flashed with coldness, and his masseter muscles on both sides tensed tightly, cutting the rope between himself and the sheep's back without saying a word.

A sinister smile flashed across Ken's face, and he could see that this was a dwarven mount, the ibex, which was much stronger than ordinary goats, but at most only about a meter tall, and the impact height was far inferior to that of the horse beast mount.

Without waiting for him to think about it, he saw the little finger in front of him holding the reins in one hand and raising a crossbow in the other, which was already wound and ready to shoot at any time.

Holding a crossbow in one hand, Loki lacks stability in a bumpy state, but he is not inaccurate either.

The moment he felt his arm adjust, the crossbow bolt shot out like a black lightning bolt.

Ken was in a hurry on horseback and couldn't dodge, so he could only lie on the ground as much as he could, fortunately he didn't get an arrow in his body, but a sharp pain from under him reminded him that he had been hit in the buttocks.

Loki gritted his teeth and immediately put away his crossbow, he was unable to do it in a hurry, and he didn't have time to aim at his chosen target.

Moreover, Ken, the leader of the Brotherhood of the Dark Streets, is obviously not the arrogant thief before, and his upper body is wearing a layer of leather armor.

The leader of the Black Street Brotherhood in front of him was slightly injured, but it was difficult for him to control the horse beast from the side to stop the goat, and looking at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, he could only rush towards it with all his strength.

Loki tightened the reins in one hand and pulled out the sharp dogleg knife strapped to his thigh with the other.

The back of the knife was slammed into the sheep's buttocks, and the ram's eyes became blood-red, and his stubborn temper seemed to rush up, regardless of any obstacles ahead.

Kenn looked at the approaching goat, which was so much shorter than the horse beast that for a moment he couldn't slash at the goat with the blade of his sword.

Moreover, Ken's hip was injured, and he couldn't lift his body even harder, and he had no choice but to take the order to capture him alive, so he could only slash at the half-elf little finger with his long sword.

Loki dodged slightly, then immediately unleashed the reins, clenched the dogleg knife in both hands, and parried the incoming sword with force from his side.

The sound of metal clashing was drowned out by the chaos, but the force of the weapon was almost unbearable, reflected in the trembling arms of the half-elf boy and his clenched teeth.

"Rush, rush!" Loki grabbed the sheep's back with his legs and sped up a bit, and the two mounts were almost close together.

The ram's long, sharp horns slashed into the horse's belly, and Ken's sword slashed again, only to be parried aside by the half-elf boy who was trying his best.

Suddenly, Ken sensed something was wrong with his mount, and a neighing came from the beast's mouth.

It turned out that it had been stabbed in the abdomen by the sharp horns of the goat, and the horse beast trembled twice more, and then the man and the horse fell to the ground with a bang.

The half-elf boy pulled the reins sharply, using all his strength to avoid being affected by the fallen horse and beast, and he didn't bother to stop to mend the knife, and ran away in the chaotic flow of people.

On the other side, Gary, a warrior professional, although he stopped five or six slaves, the price he paid was to reduce his speed, and he had nothing to do with the remaining figures fleeing frantically.

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The sound of horses' hooves roared past, and the slave team fled frantically for another half hour or so.

Although there was no longer a threat behind them, they wanted to get away from this place close to the human city as soon as possible.

However, at this time, most of the horses and beasts under him could not bear it, and the speed of the team had to slow down, Loki controlled the reins, and the speed of the old ram's mount slowed down a little.

Gently caressing the ram's neck with his hand, a trembling sensation came, it was a spasm that was about to lose his strength.

Desperately trying to escape all the way, Loki is also grateful to this loyal mount partner.

The speed slowed down, but by the time the sun had not receded in the afternoon, the surrounding terrain had slowed down, and the shadows of lush green forests appeared, and the surrounding vegetation was developed, indicating that it was almost to the basin of the Cooper River.

In the afternoon, the sun was no longer a little foggy, and finally in the distance ahead, a section of black towers appeared.

Cheers began to be heard from among the slaves, the observation post of the Fog Tower Camp, where a few human observation soldiers are usually stationed, and the beacon tower, usually covered with tarpaulin, finally reached its destination.

A smile finally appeared on the little face of the half-elf boy, and the heart that had been hanging on the tip of the knife finally had a sense of relief.

The same was true of the slave team, and there were even a few presumptuous laughs, "Haha, these stupid humans, how can they set off beacon fires in places that are usually dense in fog, and they can't be seen from a hundred meters away in foggy weather." ”

"It's finally time to go home, and I'll be able to go home in three or five days by boat down the Cooper Mother River. ”

Ruby, the cat orc, suddenly noticed something, and hurriedly pointed behind him and shouted: "It's not over yet, those damn guys are catching up again, look at that." ”

An adult half-elf suddenly frightened, "What is that? There are more than twenty people chasing after you, and a few knights in armor." Oh my God, we're finished. ”

A bearded mountain slave shouted, "Shut up, as long as we rush over and use some small boats as fast as we can, it will be enough to escape." ”

"Run, run. "Don't worry about the back, rush over and you'll be free." ”

Loki's gray eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his masseter muscles tightened.

There was no other way but to forcibly urge the old goat, who had little strength, to quickly blend in with a herd of fleeing slaves.

Although the slaves tried their best to escape, the horses and beasts they grabbed were obviously inferior to the mounts they were pursuing, and the distance between the two sides was gradually shortening, and they could not get rid of it even if they tried their best in front.

But fortunately, the Kuber River is in front of you, which spans nearly 100 meters, and the water is as turbulent as it comes, which can be felt from a distance.

Beyond the range of the caravans stationed in the Fog Tower camp, the slave team soon saw a few idle boats by the river, less than two hundred meters away, and the tools for crossing the river were unhandled.

The hope of escape is in sight.

A team of slaves roared and ran desperately, when suddenly there were several sharp sounds piercing the air from behind.

A quick black light swept by, this was the crossbow arrow fired by the rear pursuit, but fortunately, there were not many of them, and there was no accuracy in the wild run, only two slaves were shot, and one of the strong orcs did not respond to the arrow in the arm.

As he approached the place where the ferry was anchored, a thick spear flew out from behind him, but the spear was not on target, and finally fell into the ground, but the feeling of danger immediately reached the hearts of all the slaves.

Suddenly, there was a low roar that pierced the air, and another spear flew like a deadly black shadow that quickly slashed by.

This is Gary, the spear-throwing professional warrior, who is desperate to stop the slave in succession.

Suddenly, the half-elf boy suddenly felt something in his heart, and a cold hair stood on end, feeling like a needle pricking his back.