"Lord Allen, we are really full of money this time, this year's winter in this wilderness The monsters in this wilderness seem to be a little wrong, even these dwarves in the depths of the wilderness have been forced out, hehe, as long as we bring these dwarves back, I believe Lord Andy will be happy." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

On the rugged mountain road, a team of more than 100 people escorted huge cages, and from the cages there were shouts and curses, the most attractive of which were some short dwarves with beards.

"Hmph, these dwarves are not fuel-efficient lamps, and our team has suffered a lot of losses, but there are not only dwarves but also those ...... Hehe, our trip to the Great Wilderness is indeed a blessing for the movement of Warcraft. ”

A man dressed in a brown robe, dressed in a variety of patterns, and wearing a tall hat, said lightly.

They marched through a valley that was narrow and rugged, and the team was unusually slow, filled not only with the angry shouts of the dwarves, but also with the faint sound of weeping.

I have to say that this is a special slave hunting team, not as noisy and scattered as those folk slave hunting teams, those slave hunting teams of the folk chamber of commerce, some of which sound good are slave catchers, and some of them are a group of rabble, undisciplined, unorganized, and only rely on human weapons and numbers to catch slaves.

This team is not like those mercenary slave hunting teams, the mercenaries are a group of daring adventurers, many of them are still the kind of outlaws, and that kind of team often has a strong and even ferocious evil spirit.

And this team, it can be seen, after a long-distance attack, they are already very tired, but their team is still neat, although there are only about a hundred people, but it faintly gives people a feeling of thousands of troops, and there is a killing atmosphere invisibly, it does not look like a slave hunting team, but like a ...... And an elite army!

From the sky above the valley, this team still maintained a certain formation despite its exhaustion, those slave hunters, all wearing delicate leather armor, the weapons in their hands were cold and bright, looking very sharp, full of elite appearance.

"My lord, I heard that there is a Graystone Alliance in the Great Wilderness recently, with endless food and magical walls...... All in all, the Greystone League is said to be a great place to be, you see... Are we..."

A man in a black samurai suit made a decapitation gesture with a grim expression that seemed to be bound to win the Greystone Alliance.

"No, the rumors of the orcs are not true, and we don't have enough forbidden cages, and even if the rumors are true, we can come back next year...... Just let them develop a little longer, after all, it will be our wedding dress, haha......" The man named Eren laughed, and between his words, he already regarded the Graystone Alliance as a treasure waiting to be collected.

Immediately, the group burst into laughter, a laughter filled with brazenness and deep contempt for the orcs.

This group obviously had no intention of attacking the Greystone Alliance, they only had a hundred people, and in the face of a rumored orc alliance, it was obvious that the kind of cage made by special technology was obviously not enough, so the Greystone Alliance invisibly escaped.

At the same time, another man said subtly: "If it weren't for the Guardian Alliance in the Orc Clan, we would have captured all the orcs in this area a long time ago, and if it weren't for the fear of being discovered by the Guardian Alliance, we would have captured those rude and savage orcs as coolies." ”

Speaking of which, a few unscrupulous black-clothed warriors couldn't help but rein in, the Guardian Alliance, this does have some deterrent effect on them, of course, it is only some, because this group of people has a special background, they vaguely grasp certain bottom lines, and they can firmly control the bottom line that does not exceed the bottom line of the Guardian Alliance.

Just as several black-clothed warriors were about to continue to say something, the man dressed as a mage named Alan quickly took out a magic staff, a ghostly light flashed in his eyes, and after a while, his face changed, "Oh no, my mage's eye has detected something, there is an enemy approaching!"

A strange mist drifted in, and a strange scene appeared.

In the valley, the neat and indifferent escort team was under the fog that could be seen by the naked eye, and those guards with sharp weapons and bloody and indifferent breaths were staggering and staggering like drunk one by one.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A shout sounded, and a group of minotaur warriors holding black spears and wearing leather armor made of some animal skins appeared in front and behind the valley, and at the same time, on the valley, a rabbit female warrior with arrows on her back and a strange crossbow in her hand, full of wooden mechanical beauty, appeared on both sides of the valley.

Looking around, the slave catchers were unknowingly blocked in the valley.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and in the face of those oncoming minotaur warriors, those guards did not dodge in the slightest, allowing their spears to penetrate their chests, which looked very strange.

"Oh no! there's something wrong with the fog!"

These strange scenes in front of Allen's eyes couldn't help but change his face and shouted loudly.

Seeing those minotaur warriors harvesting those human guards like wheat, Allen's face couldn't help but sink, he couldn't believe that this elite army, facing the dwarven warriors in the depths of the Great Wilderness, and those powerful orc weapons, they could all defeat, and at this moment, they would be planted in this small gutter.

"Domifa is looking for ......"

Bursts of obscure words floated up, Alan held a wand, and kept chanting something, a green light flashed, turned into a halo, and spread instantly, where the green light shone, the fog receded, and some determined guards instantly became clear, holding weapons and fighting back.

Dispel spell, an immunity-type spell that a bronze mage will have, can dispel all negative states, and is a low-level spell that is widely used in war, and at this moment, with Allen's spell, under the light of the dispelling aura, a fair hand-to-hand combat is about to begin.

"Retreat!"

With a loud shout, countless minotaurs retreated decisively, not at all nostalgic for the team that was scattered in formation.

In the blink of an eye, the minotaurs had all run away, leaving only the guards who met the enemy in a hurry.

"My lord, to chase or not to chase?" asked a black-clothed warrior through gritted teeth, looking at the corpses in front of him, they had lost at least thirty people in this despicable sneak attack.

This was still the timely reaction of several black-clothed people, the terrifying silver fighting spirit erupted, several massacres were avoided, and the mage's spell was blessed in time.

"Don't be impulsive," Alan said with a gloomy face, "there are crossbow-wielding warriors on either side, and I suspect there is a conspiracy beyond the valley......"

Alan really couldn't imagine that they actually made a mistake at this moment, although the enemies in front of him were all bronze, and he didn't see the silver ones, but the enemy was very cunning, and if he missed a blow, he immediately retreated, and he would never entangle.

In the case that humans still have to guard slaves, the orcs' actions are perfect, using a special fog to weaken the enemy, taking the opportunity to strike, and deliberately avoiding a few black-clothed warriors, causing more than thirty casualties, and the most aggrieved thing is that they still dare not pursue, and even Alan suspects that the crossbowmen on both sides of the valley did not shoot because they did not shoot because of insufficient range, but because of ...... Fear of accidentally injuring a minotaur.

"Haha," a fierce minotaur man with a steel axe appeared on the valley, and he shouted: "This mountain is opened by me, this tree is planted by me, if you want to live from now on, leave the road money, dare to say no words, go forward and scratch your head." Die in the wilderness, kill or bury!"

This minotaur is dressed strangely, wearing a cowboy hat and a small vest, looking like a unique fierceness in a desert area, this minotaur is the "wilderness dartman" Baron!