On the road leading to the camp of the Fog Tower, Loki could still see slaves walking in pairs from time to time.

Finally, in the morning, the half-elf boy riding a ram caught up with the slaves who were the first to grab their mounts and escape, most of them were strong adult slaves.

The cat orc had also snatched a brown horse that was guarding, and was riding at the front of the slave ranks.

Loki put away his weapon, put on his hood and tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, and gradually approached from behind, slowly blending in with the fleeing group.

No matter how tenacious his will is, his body can not bear it, and after all, the old ram is not as suitable as a horse for long-distance travel, and it is time to slow down the march.

The group of slaves had become frightened birds, but there was still no shortage of vigilant people, and a sturdy female mountain slave soon discovered the eye-catching goat mount.

"Where did you get the goat, I don't remember the damn guards having this. ”

Loki glanced at her, but didn't answer, but quietly pulled the reins and unobtrusively shifted places in the group.

Most of the fugitive slaves were strangers to each other, and perhaps even spoke different languages, so he didn't have to care about anyone's suspicions.

The female cat orc in the slave procession, however, had a keen sense of hearing, and when she noticed what was going on, she quickly slowed down her horse slightly, and walked to Loki unobtrusively.

"Who the hell are you? ”

Loki took out a sip of water, pursed his chapped lips and said, "It's not anyone, you can just call me Little Finger." ”

The cat orc snatched his water bladder, took a hard sip, and continued, "I don't know what your purpose is, but I want to thank you, Littlefinger, my name is Ruby." ”

Water flowed from the corner of Ruby's mouth and spilled onto her slender and powerful neck, and she wiped it without caring and said, "Do you have something to eat? ”

Loki glanced at him, untied a bag from the sheep's back, and threw it directly to Ruby, the cat orc.

There was a lot of jerky and some dry bread, which was the guard ration that Loki had stolen, Ruby looked at these with some surprise, took out the piece of jerky and eagerly tore it with her canine teeth.

Loki didn't care about this food, he said, "Give everyone some and recover their strength, the next part of the road may not be easy." ”

Ruby nodded, shoved a few more pieces of food into her mouth, and gathered the two slaves to divide the rest of the food evenly.

Loki glanced around, and the group of fugitive slaves numbered about twenty people, either alone or two riding a horse and beast, and although the group did not talk loudly and did not say much, all of them remained in a high spirit.

After the sweltering heat of noon, along the road leading to the camp of the Fog Tower, the jagged procession of slaves finally reached the nameless little canyon, the slopes on either side were not high, but they were unusually steep and difficult to climb.

Loki looked at the exact map in the retina, and the canyon in front of him was the only way to escape, and it would take less than a few hours to reach the Fog Tower camp.

The Fog Tower Camp was a gathering place for merchants, backed by the Kuber River, where the slaves lived, and the half-elf boys' escape destination.

"Damn, who is that. "Someone is catching up. "Oh my God, run. ”

Suddenly there was a rush of shouts in his ears, and Loki hurriedly turned his head to see that not far away were two galloping horses and beasts, on which sat men and horses that were obviously chasing slaves.

The two pursuers on horseback were so fast that they not only quickly overtook the group of slaves, but also ran towards the narrow mouth of the ravine ahead, slowing down and stopping, apparently trying to block them.

Loki clearly recognized the faces of the two, one of them was Kenn, the high-ranking leader of the Brotherhood of the Dark Street, and the other turned out to be Gary, a warrior in the slave guard he had seen earlier, a warrior with the strength of a first-order professional.

A northern mountain slave suddenly shouted: "All concentrate, concentrate and rush over, no one can block our freedom, no one can block our way home." ”

Ruby also shouted, "Rush over, whoever they are, just two people, gather and tear them apart." ”

Loki quickly pulled out the rope and carefully tied his thighs to the sheep's back, and as he galloped, he laboriously wound the crossbow and put the other weapons in his hand.

"Fight!" the half-elf boy gritted his teeth secretly.

No matter who stands in his way to survival, even if it is a professional with a huge difference in strength, he will fight to the death.

"Stop me, you damned slaves. ”

The warrior Gary turned over and dismounted in front of him, holding a round shield and a short spear and roaring, which completely overwhelmed the death momentum of the slaves for a while, and even made some slightly timid horses and beasts unconsciously pause.

This is an advanced skill for professionals - Warcry, which is generally only a skill that warrior professionals with strong bodies and strong cardio skills will choose to learn, Loki has heard Duncan the Minotaur mention it before.

The cat orc Ruby was unconvinced by the wildness on his face, revealing four sharp canine teeth and roaring: "Chong, Chong, there are only two of them, damn two humans." ”

At this time, a black light suddenly flashed, and one of the slaves galloped as if it had been shot by something, and suddenly fell to the ground, and at the same time tripped a mountain slave who was charging on horseback behind him.

It turned out that it was a spear that shot the horse! Loki gritted his teeth.

The half-elf boy hurriedly dodged the slave who fell to the ground, and he glanced at the horse beast that had been impaled by a short spear, the power of which was comparable to some siege crossbows, and it seemed that the warrior profession was more dangerous than he thought.

Most of these slaves were warriors who were physically strong before, and only in this way could they run to the front, and the spears of the warrior professionals did not frighten them, and the slaves in the front row rushed even more crazy.

The slave's shock strategy is correct, the professional is extremely intimidating to ordinary people, but depending on their application of strength and skill, if only in terms of physical attributes, this warrior professional is at most twice as good as an ordinary person, and he can't stop this group of mounted slaves head-on.

"Slow them down, rush in from the side, and kill anyone who resists. ”

Gary, the warrior, mounted the mount that Kenn had moved from, and he commanded in a loud voice.

"Damn. Ken cursed in his heart, although he had the strength of a fifth-level vocational apprentice, but in this kind of chaotic situation, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no danger, but he gritted his teeth and still carried it out.

Gary was not a true knight, but with his vast experience as an adventurer, none of this was difficult for him, and he was stronger than every slave in his own right, rushing into it along the fleeing procession and beginning to cut down every slave who passed by him.

There was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves, and although Kenn could no longer distinguish between east and west, north and south, he finally broke into the ranks of slaves, and at the same time he suddenly spotted a somewhat unusual figure, it was a skinny little slave riding a goat.

Goats? The one who was mixed in with the slaves, and the mount was a goat?

Littlefinger, I've finally found you, half-elf cub, Littlefinger.