Fortunately, Yang Long didn't have a bad taste for teasing people, and before the guards carefully prepared to lift the canvas of the caravan, he asked lightly: "What's wrong?

Although there are many Lordanren among the traveling merchants, they basically belong to the central and eastern Londanlun people, and Yang Long's Tirisfa accent is also relatively distinctive.

The leader of the Guardian is a seventh-order warrior who served a lowly noble family in Tirisfa before coming to the Stormwind Kingdom, and was sent out to earn commissions after following his master to the Stormwind Kingdom.

Therefore, when Yang Long spoke, he recognized Yang Long's voice, breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his voice to ask, "Mr. Adam, are you okay?"

The name Adam is, of course, a pseudonym, the name of a stormtrooper soldier who almost killed Yang Long when he first came to this world a few years ago, and I felt that it was easy to use.

Not only that, but even Yang Long's face was covered with a camouflage mask, and the exposed parts such as his palms were also slightly camouflaged, and he wore three silver rings.

At this time, Yang Long, judging from his physiognomy, was about thirty-four or five years old, and his appearance was only ordinary, which made people look very peaceful at a glance.

After all, the Grovee family is a super family, and I don't know how many enemies there are for hundreds of years, so it may not matter when the family is complete, but now it is a bit out of place to make Grove name it.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. Yang Long was not completely inflexible, and after thanking him lightly, he took the initiative to lift the heavy canvas that blocked the wind. He jumped out of the caravan and waved at the leader of the convoy.

"Hehe, then I'm relieved. The leader of the escort team came over, glanced at the inside of the caravan without a trace, and after seeing that there were no other unsafe factors, he finally showed a reassuring smile: "I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

"How can it!" Of course, Yang Long saw the other party's small movements, but he didn't feel anything wrong, but felt that these guys were quite competent.

Several of the surrounding guards also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and smiled apologetically at Yang Long. Then he turned around and prepared to continue his round.

"Hey! Yang Long took out a small cloth bag from his arms. Handed it to the leader of the escort, he said very kindly: "The whole caravan is taken care of by a team of brothers, you are working too hard, buy some wine to keep out the cold." ”

There were seven or eight silver coins in the small cloth bag. It is not too much, so as not to be remembered. It doesn't look shabby and dissatisfying. It is very much in line with Yang Long's image of a slightly wealthy exile.

As for keeping out the cold, it's pure nonsense, the Elwyn Forest is like spring all year round, even if the dawn is the coldest time of the year at the end of the year. Sleeping alone will not be frozen, and this coin is naturally a benefit for a few people.

"This" The leader of the guard hesitated slightly, and then naturally took the cloth bag, and said with a smile on his face, "Then I will thank Mr. Adam on behalf of the brothers." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Yang Long shook his head and smiled, turned around and got into the car to put down the canvas, and lay down on his back to rest.

The guards, who did not suspect him, also received a silver coin each, laughed and followed the leader of the guard as they drifted away, and soon disappeared into the night.

Whew――

Almost ten minutes later, the canvas curtain gently lifted a corner, and Yang Long, with a gloomy face, quietly got out of the car, and took advantage of the shadows of the trees and grass to dive straight to the west side.

The moonlight shone through the leaves and fell on Yang Long's face, illuminating his murderous eyes.

In the course of the previous conversation with the escort team, Yang Long's behavior of seemingly currying favor with the escort team was actually to indirectly confirm a question, that is, whether there are two escort teams!

Elwyn Forest is located in the heart of the Stormwind Kingdom, and after thousands of years of reclamation, the roads used for convoys are not wide, and caravans travel along these routes.

In addition to the caravan that Yang Long was in, there were other large and small teams on the trade road, as well as various travelers who came and went, and even some local armies.

But after nightfall, every party on the way, for safety, kept a considerable distance from the other caravanserais.

And just when Yang Long was upset in his heart and broke the caravan to attract the escort, he felt very clearly that a team of more than twenty people appeared in the edge area of perception.

That's why Yang Long bribed the escort team, instead of ending the conversation immediately, while confirming the number of caravan guards, he was also paying attention to the movements of this team that suddenly appeared.

So Yang Long felt that in this secret team, two people came quickly, and after staying for a while two or three hundred meters away from the escort team, they returned to the large army.

Immediately after that, such a team moved away again, and finally stopped less than two kilometers away from Yang Long.

So Yang Long sneaked out at night, wanting to find out about the other party's actions, no matter what the other party's purpose was, the suspicious Yang Long would never allow them to have even one in ten thousand to threaten him.

The distance between the two was not far, and after Yang Long cautiously sneaked for about ten minutes, the bright light of the bonfire in the distance had already appeared in Yang Long's field of vision.

The strength of these twenty people is not strong, the lowest strength is only the first order, and the highest is only the fourth order, Yang Long used the half-filled thief stealth technique, and easily approached the position fifty meters away from the east side of the bonfire.

In a radius of twenty meters around the campfire, there are three mosquito-proof canvas tents, and Yang Long can clearly feel that there are eight professionals who are sleeping soundly and three professionals lurking as secret sentinels.

Nine professionals of different ages gathered around the bonfire, roasting something, a slight aroma like baked potatoes, wafting into Yang Long's ears.

"Three first-order, twelve second-order, six third-order, and one fourth-order professional, they can't make much waves!"

After frowning and thinking about it, Yang Long gave up his plan to kill the three sentinels, sneaked directly to a tent, lifted the corner of the tent and climbed in.

Whew

The tent was stinking, and the four professionals occupied the four corners of the tent, snoring loudly and sleeping soundly, and Yang Long skillfully pressed the neck of each professional, and they fell into a coma.

After doing all this, Yang Long pushed a professional out of bed, let him sit down gently, and quietly listened to the conversation outside, trying to find something useful in it

However, the professionals sitting in front of the bonfire talked about some unimportant trivial matters, and basically the topics were women, money, food, enjoyment, etc., until more than half an hour passed, and Yang Long heard some key points.

"This stuff is fucking unpalatable!" a professional clutched as he grabbed something the size of a round fist and took a bite of it, exhaling as he exhaled.

"It's good to have this, boy!" said another professional with a slightly hoarse voice, laughing, picking up one from the fire and chewing it in half.

After a short pause, after a few searches, the previous professional didn't seem to find the food he wanted, and scolded again: "I don't know how long it will be like this, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Shhhh ”

"I'm afraid of a fart!" the scolding professional retorted, but he seemed to be jealous as well, and his voice suddenly became much quieter, "I don't know when Lord Gray will give the order, I can't wait to kill that old Lordaeron fellow."

"Lord Gray, do you need us to worry about things, can you die if you don't talk a little!" the professional, whose voice was slightly hoarse, immediately interrupted when he heard his companion's complaints.

The conversation that followed had become unnutritious again, but Yang Long had already gotten the information he wanted.

"Gray? seems to be the name of the leader of the city defense forces in the East Valley. Yang Long sat on the edge of the bed in the tent, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous cold light in the dark: "You actually hit me on the head!"

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