When it was time to retreat, Loki gritted his teeth, although he was still unwilling, but this was the best option.

Not far away, the horses and beasts who came were all elite members of the Black Street Brotherhood, and at least they had the strength of a second-level apprentice, and the advantages of physical fitness in all aspects were far from being comparable to Loki, a half-elf who had not grown up.

There is even the high-level leader of the Black Street Brotherhood - Ken, Loki has seen it from afar, and his strength attribute even exceeds that of Quaid at that time, and he is also the strength of a fifth-level apprentice.

Avoiding the gleaming hideaway, the half-elf boy quietly wound his short-armed crossbow and aimed it at the richly dressed and fat slave trader.

Although the fat slave trader did not have any grievances against him, as long as the slave trader died, not only would the chaos intensify, but the escape of the group of slaves would not subside for a while, and the probability of Loki's personal survival would be greatly increased.

Loki secretly found a reason to kill him - to bring down the old slave owners!

There was a soft sound of the crossbow string, and the bolt was shot at the neck of the slave trader.

But what the half-elf boy didn't expect was that the warrior professional named Gary reacted and raised a small round shield in front of the slave trader to block the arrow.

Gary lowered his round shield, and his vigilant eyes immediately looked into a dark place where there was no light, and he clearly noticed that the arrow was flying from that direction, but he couldn't see who was hiding inside.

"Danger intuition?", Loki felt shocked, this is a common skill of professionals, he can be the first to perceive a certain danger, he has heard the Minotaur mention it.

Obviously, the plan to sneak attack and kill the slave merchant failed, and now that it is dark and no one has noticed, running away is the best option, after all, he has enemies all around.

Not far away, many slaves took advantage of the chaos to grab some horses and beasts, and began to plan to flee north, leaving some women and children among the slaves, but Loki had no choice, and even his own life was in danger.

Loki wanted to provoke a fight between the slave guards and the Brotherhood of the Streets, but the members of the Brotherhood were not so reckless, and remained on the periphery and did not get close to the slave caravansera.

The half-elf boy silently disappeared into the chaos.

Under the cover of darkness, Loki ran to the bushes behind a dirt slope and pulled out the old ram that had been eating the night grass.

Time did not allow him to linger any longer, and the half-elf boy threw behind some of the weapons and supplies that were too heavy.

Loki flipped onto the sturdy ram, gently clamped the ram's back with his legs, and clenched the reins as he headed north.

At this time, the chaos on the road leading to the camp of the Fog Tower continued, but there were fewer and fewer slaves who resisted, most of the slaves who still had the strength had fled in all directions, and most of the slaves still chose to fight for the Cooper River to the north.

You have to catch up with the slaves and run ahead of them......

This was the only thought on the half-elf boy's mind at the moment, and he knew that only in this way could he increase his chances of escape.

The northern part of the city outside the city of Fog Castle is not flat, and the wilderness is mostly high and low dirt slopes, so the road to the Fog Tower camp is not straight, which is the opportunity for the half-elf boy to ride a goat to catch up with the slaves.

Instead of taking the main road, Loki walked straight between the dirt slopes of the wilderness.

The clouds occasionally show a little starlight in the night sky, but the surroundings are still dark, and the terrain is rugged and complex.

But what is unimaginable is that the half-elf boy rode the ram all the way and ran wildly, without slowing down at all.

This actually relies on the help of quantum biocomputers, memory and vision-related systems make him seem to have an innate sense of spatial direction, and Loki basically won't go in the wrong direction by identifying the direction of the stars only once.

At the same time, the low-light visual optimization was adjusted to the highest by him, and the scenery was definitely not as clear as during the day, but it was enough for him to avoid some rugged and incave roads that were difficult to travel and so on.

The pre-dawn darkness had passed, and the horizon behind it had risen with a hint of red light, and it was about to dawn.

Loki was now tired, hungry, and thirsty, and unfortunately he rode the old ram through the wilderness for half the night, and did not catch up with the large army of slaves running ahead.

It's not that Loki doesn't work hard, speaking of which, he hasn't slept for almost two days and two nights, this should be because the slave's desire to survive and freedom is too strong, or the old man's foot strength is too slow, otherwise how can he not catch up?

......

It was already dark, and the road leading to the Fog Tower camp was already bright.

More than a dozen elite members of the Brotherhood of the Dark Street were riding on horseback, and it was none other than the top of the gang, Ken, who was at the head.

They were accompanied by several slave guards, most notably a half-armored warrior named Gary, who had once been an adventurer on the run for money, but was now under the care of the great slave traders, who sought to recover his slave property.

Gary suddenly waved his hand to slow down his horse, and he shouted loudly.

"Stop, Mr. Ken, there are some knights chasing us in the back, are they your men?"

Ken looked back, and he could barely see six or seven knights in armor in the distance, galloping as if intent on catching up with them.

After a while, Ken finally saw the appearance of the seven knights in fine chain mail, and one of the knights at the head had a cloak behind the armor, it was the old Harvey he had seen, the uncle of the dead ghost Quaid.

Old Harvey apparently recognized them, and rode closer, and said with a bad face: "The person I want, the half-elf cub you promised to capture alive, have you caught it?"

Ken was a little bitter and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Harvey, we're chasing Littlefinger right now, and it won't be long before you ......"

"Fool, it won't be long? Yesterday you promised me that you would be captured alive this morning, and now it's almost noon. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Harvey......"

"Don't be sorry, just remember that my nephew died miserably, and I can't find that half-elf mongrel, and I won't let you Brotherhood of the Dark Streets go, and where is your familiar thief? Let him come to me. ”

"Hug ...... Last night, Justin was alone trying to capture Littlefinger alive, only to find him dead in the wilderness. ”

Old Harvey was surprisingly furious, and he threw his gloves in Ken's face and scolded, "You fools, the thieves you invited are also fools, if I hadn't brought people here myself, wouldn't I have let the half-elf cubs run away?"

"What are you doing in a daze? Do you want to see him go to the Fog Tower camp? Let him find a boat to float across the Cooper River?"

"If they catch up as fast as they can, they will definitely pass through the Ridge Canyon, and the road to the Fog Tower camp will only pass through the canyon without going over the mountains. ”

After a few gloomy curses, old Harvey kicked the horse's belly a few times, and a group of nearly thirty pursuers galloped north.