Two hours later, as the Falcon kept bringing back news, the mercenary team tracked the group of pilgrims to the borders of the Duchy of Rhodok. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All the villages along the way appear to have been looted by the same group. From the indications left at the scene, it appears that the looters were also armed with a small number of combatants.

In every village where militia was stationed, the resisters were killed and nailed to stakes, leaving the corpses exposed to the sun.

"These inhuman guys, when I catch up with them, I'm going to cut them with my own hands!"

After clearing a village, Deacon wielded his sword, gritting his teeth, severing several crossbows left behind by the pilgrims, cursing the villains.

"Leave the battle to us, you better watch from the sidelines! We also hate these guys, and we can't let them go......" Merck, who had just finished disposing of the dead bodies, suggested to him out of concern.

"Don't underestimate me. Back then, I was also a mercenary, and with this big sword and accurate axe throwing skills, I was quite famous in the mercenary world!"

The tavernkeeper's eyes were filled with the murderous smell of the past, and the present Deacon did give a strange deterrent.

"Then why don't you keep going," Merck asked, curious. "Maybe you're a well-known mercenary leader now!"

"I can't rule it out," Deacon said truthfully. "But since I got married and had children, I have wanted to live a stable life, and I don't want to hang my head on the waistband of my trousers and make my wife and children afraid. ”

"We'll help you get your wife and kids out!" Merck assured him. [As long as they are alive.] 】

Merck is an upright and brave young man who will not kill for the sake of the dinar, but he will draw his sword for the sake of justice in his heart.

The Masked Man never said a word, as if all of this had nothing to do with her, and the only thing she cared about was the treasure.

It wasn't until Falcon, as a scout, brought back information that the group planned to set off again.

On the way, Deacon explained to them the clues brought back by '****' and analyzed the most accurate results.

"We're getting close to them, now they're camping in the jungle near ahead, let's take a chance to raid them!" Mocha suggested.

"I guess there are no objections, right? let's kill these crazy guys!" Dickon excitedly swung his greatsword and smashed the stake at his feet.

There was no objection to the group, and as the group got closer to the target woods, the horseshoe prints everywhere caught their attention.

"It seems to be a small troop of cavalry, about twenty men, heading in the direction of the woods...... "Mo Cha examined the horseshoe prints and gave a general message.

"I don't know if it's friend or foe, Deacon, can you ask your eagle for some information?" Niza pinned her hopes on the tavernkeeper and his falcon.

"Not now, the **** is tired, let's go in and have a look!" Deacon urged him to step forward.

"I can't help it, let's go......" Niza grumbled, but she couldn't change it.

The crowd gathered up 120,000 points of spirit and went deep into the woods.

They are located in the only jungle on the border between the Kingdom of Svadia and the Duchy of Rhodok.

Thanks to abundant rainfall, a variety of plants thrive deep in the jungle, and this abundant natural forest is also home to an abundance of wildlife.

With a few screams, there was a roar in the jungle, and a wounded giant bear rampaged through the forest.

A steel knife stuck in its back kept dripping blood, and the pain caused the bear to run like crazy, aiming directly at the mercenary group members in its path.

As the bear struck, the masked man who reacted the most quickly fired several arrows at it, which pierced through the skin and stuck in a thick layer of fat, causing no damage at all.

The bear still roared forward, and the group scattered to avoid the onslaught before being swept away.

"Damn, its skin is too thick to hurt it...... It's best to go!" the masked man suggested.

"Let me go!" Merck jumped off her horse and drew her bow to aim at the bear's head.

"Merck, danger!" Wiggins' concern seemed unwarranted at the moment, and the moment before the bear approached Merck, he let go of the bowstring in his hand, and a hunting arrow shot directly through the bear's right eye, causing the bear to take a few steps back in sharp pain.

But the beast will not be slaughtered by the hunter, and it opens its bloody jaws and pounces forward again.

At that moment, another arrow pierced deep into the bear's left eye, and before the blind bear lost its balance and collapsed, another arrow flew through its hind legs and held it to the ground.

Although the last two arrows were not fired by Merck, his hunting rhythm was not interrupted.

Merck jumped over the bear's head and stood on its back with an iron spear as a pole in the sprint, pulled out the broken sword on the bear's back and stabbed it into the bear's throat, twisted the hilt of the sword and released a large amount of blood, and fell back to the ground.

"Without your two arrows, I'm afraid I'd be more than lucky!" Merck looked at the masked man with a grateful gaze.

As the bear fell, Merck withdrew her sword and spear, and the arrow that had stopped the bear from counterattacking was indeed fired by the masked man, and she also put away her bow and arrow on horseback.

"Merck, what a professional bear hunting skill!" Nizar stopped his frightened mount and drove Merck's horse to his side.

Mo Chaqi immediately urged, "Let's go quickly, we may encounter more trouble if we stay in this primeval jungle." ”

There was a sound of footsteps in the depths of the treacherous forest, and Mo Cha turned over and dismounted, and listened carefully to the ground with his ears close to the ground.

The final conclusion was that someone was running fast in the jungle, smashing branches and rattans in the woodland with his panicked footsteps, and running straight at them.

"It's just one person, maybe a hunter, do you want to go and see it?"

Seeing that everyone's faces were pale, Mo Cha felt that he had said another nonsense, so he had to get back on his horse and lead the team in the direction where the footsteps came.

The target was apparently closer than expected, and in only a hundred breaths or so they came to a clearing in the middle of the forest.

As far as the eye could see, in addition to the corpses of some gray-robed men who had just died, there were only a few footprints trampled by the horse's hooves and headed west.

The corpses did not have many wounds on them, and they were all killed by a blow to the nails and damaged their internal organs.

Merck and Mo Cha went to examine the corpse and horseshoe prints, respectively, while the others searched the surroundings for any signs that might have been missed.

"The blood is still warm, and apparently the time of death was on our way here! Incredibly, the weapon used by the attacker was only a mace-headed club worn by the enforcer, and it had to be supplemented with great force to kill with a single blow. Killing them in such a short time without leaving superfluous traces is something only cavalry can do. Merck checked the clues on the body and reported it to the others.

"Maybe it's the small group of cavalry that came ahead of us, and these corpses are probably the ones who ransacked the village. Wiggins guessed.

With no more clues, the group had to abandon the bodies and continue to track them down. (To be continued.) )