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The side of the Slave Catching Alliance was like punching the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking the mentally retarded power of the Beihai Kindergarten, without taking the Moon Elf in his eyes at all.

The undercurrent that had existed since the establishment of the slave hunting camp burst out directly at this moment, and the strife and hatred that had been in place for days were simply sublimated at this moment.

Even if the prescient leader ordered to finish the business and settle the private matter, the red-eyed rabble was the majority after all, and they brought the overall rhythm into a chaotic situation, and it was no longer possible to ban the more and more red-eyed trash fish orders that could no longer be solved by force.

There are not a few gangs that kill when they meet along the way, and there are also some sane ones like elves and purple-haired men.

The reason for this is that they have no external worries, and they believe that as long as these competitors are solved, the Moon Elves are simply at their fingertips.

Although Verrell once had a record of killing two water test legends by one person, most of the camp leaders knew how much water those two people had.

Until Verrell had given it his all, they would never have imagined what power was hidden in the emaciated body of the Moon Elf's only pillar!

So to them, the Moon Elf is just a piece of meat on a board, and they can cut it however they want!

So they have no scruples, they meet to do it, they meet on the road to take revenge, there are grievances and complaints, it is not a big deal to slow down others, anyway, there are ordinary Moon Elf clansmen who drag them down, and the leaders of all parties don't think they can go.

So they fought unscrupulously, and they couldn't say that they still had the idea of finishing this fight and then going to cut off their beards halfway.

The ideas of their own people, the promotion of others, have intensified all this, and by the time some leaders feel that something is wrong, it is already a little uncontrollable.

It's just that their chaos didn't bother anyone else.

The most powerful and most determined group of people in the Slave Hunting Alliance are undoubtedly the various temple personnel in the guise of the slave trapping group, and no matter how bad they are, they are also believers.

Most of them gave up a lot of unhappiness and contradictions, and hurried to the small village of the moon elves, their affairs are all private matters, and it has always been their proposition to do the right thing first and solve the private matter.

This is true of goblins, elves, purple-haired men, and the same is true of the human side with the most factions.

Their common goal is to be the Moon Elves, and they all abandon their other opponents to do their job perfectly to the satisfaction of the gods they believe in.

As for the alien ogre side, they can be excluded for the time being, and their little abacus cannot be said to be much more than the others under the old ogre's scheme.

It's just that due to some "dragging", they are still in a hurry for the time being.

Almost every side has some manpower with them, and it is these people who have slowed down the speed of travel and become a burden. If it is a legend who goes alone, it is estimated that this dozens of miles will only take half a bowl of tea.

But again I had to bring it. If it is just a simple battle, it is naturally safest to travel lightly, but obviously the current situation cannot be summarized in this way.

Because your majesty is asking for a living moon elf!

These legendary uncles are naturally good at making plans, fighting, killing, and killing, but they can't do such a thing when escorting "slaves".

Therefore, a group of subordinates is bound to win.

However, there are also many people who dislike their little brother and are really dragging their feet, and they have already taken the first step.

Hank is such a person.

He and Yin Fan set off with the team before, but he really hated the team's rapid progress, and he hurried over after letting Yin Fan lead the team alone.

He could still recall Yin Fan's warning in his ears now

"The patriarch of the Moon Elf has killed two legendary beings, it is better to run first when you meet her, and it is better to run first when you meet other forces!"

Hank is a ranger class, a legendary profession desert banisher, with a number of escape secrets, if you want to escape, few people can really catch him, but thinking about Yin Fan's warning signal, Hank shook his head a little funny.

He hadn't seen those two stupid people who died tragically, he had only recently arrived at the camp, but listening to the small talk of other people, he could also tell that the stupid people who were fooled and lame by those two were extremely watery, and they were simply pseudo-legends.

Not to mention the spellcaster, Uncle Hank, I can slash a bunch of people to death with one sword!

Hank thought to himself, a little smug on his face, but his eyes were still paying attention to the situation around him.

Although he has the nature of a megalomaniac, he does not joke with his own life.

Now it is almost deep into the enemy camp, and if you are not careful, you will not be on guard, and you will not discuss it if you accidentally overturn.

According to other people's markings, it is about four or five miles away from the small village of the moon elves, if it is normal, this point can pass with a few breaths from Hank, but not at the moment, at least as the destination gets closer and closer, Hank's movements are becoming more and more cautious.

There is no reason to be so close to the base camp, and the Moon Elves will not have any back-up!

Hank was suspicious, walked a few hundred meters, his eyebrows jumped, and he looked at a piece of ground carefully.

He looked left and right, didn't notice anything unusual, and walked to the edge of the anomalous ground.

Bending down and reaching out, a layer of simple camouflage directly leaked the filling.

At first glance, it is a large pit four or five meters wide.

The mouth of the pit is not big, but the bottom of the pit is the real big killer, at least Hank doesn't see anything under the darkness.

He estimated in his heart that there should be layers of steel thorns set up underneath to do secondary damage.

It's really estimated that a high-level professional will die if he falls, but for legends, it's a joke.

Hank, who spotted a trap, visibly felt much more relaxed, which was normal.

After all, I have just discovered a dangerous hidden danger, even if it is not on the side of myself, I will be a little excited.

But for a moment, the wind changed slightly, and he suddenly felt as if he smelled a ...... Bloody gas!

And smelling freshness, it seems to have just died?

As for the location...... Hank glanced at the pit and felt a little creepy.

Who else is there in this place at this time?

There is a high probability that it is a leader-level person who came over first and planned to grab a profit.

That said, there's a good chance that there's a legendary corpse that just died in the pit!

The wanderer's vigilance saved his life, though he didn't have a second life.

Several magical conglomerates mixed with fireballs, wind blades, and ice arrows suddenly emerged from a hidden place and shot towards Hank's location.

The ranger's vigilance saved him once, and this time he dodged the attack at once, without even touching the corner of his coat.

But then there was not so much luck.

He was directly shot through the right half of his body by two transparent singularities, and was directly frozen by a cold current on his footboard, obviously there was no way back.