Representatives of the chiefs of the Semu tribe were waiting in the hotel.

This middle-aged man in his forties is thin and dark-skinned, with dark blue tattoos on his cheeks, and a pair of light brown eyes that are shining, giving people a very smart feeling.

When the Divine Blade team appeared, the man couldn't hide his joy and excitement.

He couldn't wait to ask the old lion, "Lord Samurai, can we leave now?"

"Of course!" the old lion smiled, "Don't forget the conditions you promised me, we will bring your tribe back to the fortress safely!"

"Please rest assured..."The middle-aged man raised his right hand and pressed his heart, bowed his head and bowed respectfully to the mercenaries: "Our Banga tribe will never forget everyone's help!"

After receiving the representative of the Semu tribe, the Divine Blade left the Savage Fortress and soon entered the secret forest.

Six samurai, two shamans, and two archers are quite reasonable in terms of combat duties, with Leon, the old lion Gucci and Odeniz three third-level berserk warriors as the core of the attack, and Larsen and two other samurai responsible for protecting the two shamans.

Fei Li took another longbowman as a scout, and the entire ten-person squad had a balanced strength in attack and defense, as long as they didn't encounter a strong opponent at the fifth level, they had the power to fight.

And the chief of the Semu tribe, Gongo, was not a burden, and he became the best guide for the team.

The Semu people do not have the talent to become warriors and mages, but as the natives of the secret forest, their familiarity and adaptability to the forest environment are beyond the reach of mercenary adventurers.

Many of the Semu people who settled in the Barbarian Fortress worked part-time as guides for the mercenary team.

The boundless forest is like a vast labyrinth, making people who go deep in it involuntarily disoriented, and the canopy that shades the sky blocks the sun, and the unbridled vines and plants everywhere constitute a lot of obstacles.

Fortunately, the mercenaries were not weak, and the two shamans did not lag behind, although they were far less strong than the samurai such as Leon, they still walked like a fly through the forest.

With Gonggo leading the way, the speed at which the Holy Blade team moved forward was not slow at all.

At noon, Gonggo found a small river that was hidden in the trees.

There are many streams and rivers hidden in the secret forest, they are like the blood of the forest and the earth are densely intertwined, and if you are familiar with the waterway, it is a shortcut.

At Gongo's suggestion, the mercenaries cut down rattan trees with their tomahawks, tied up two rafts, and traveled by water to the ruins of Gosas, located deep in the forest.

The water of the dark river in the forest is gentle and only seven or eight feet deep, and although it is against the current, there is no problem for the samurai with soul power.

The samurai used long wooden poles to prop up the boat, and after running with the team for half a day, the shaman was finally able to sit comfortably and rest and regain his strength.

During the boat ride on the river, Leon and Semu talked to Gongo, the representative of Semu, in order to find out some details about the Banga tribe.

The Banga tribe was originally a large tribe with thousands of people, but in the last beast tide, they were unfortunately attacked by a group of demonic beasts, and most of the tribesmen died in that disaster.

Later, the Banga tribe was told about the location of the Savage Fortress and taught them to speak the continental lingua franca.

In order to survive, the remaining tribesmen migrated eastward under the leadership of the tribal chieftain, and finally reached the ruins of Gosas.

However, near the ruins, the Banga tribe encountered a squads of ill-intentioned Terran adventurers and was forced to stay in the ruins, sending people to the Savage Fortress for help.

"I've been here for a few days, I don't know how they're doing..."Gongo's eyes filled with unconcealed anxiety.

"Don't worry, we'll do our best!" reassured Leon.

It is said that the emergence of the beast tide is inseparable from the behavior of the four tribes on the mainland in the sacred region to expand their territory.

This is the sorrow of the backward race, under the invasion of more advanced and powerful civilizations, unless there is a qualitative change in them, it is the best result for them to become vassals.

The sky was getting darker, and the dense forest was becoming more and more unfathomable, and the roar of demonic beasts from the depths of the jungle came one after another, and the night was coming.

The night in the secret forest was dangerous, although the team did not encounter dangerous monsters along the way, and the small river several feet deep could not accommodate the powerful water monsters, but the mercenaries did not choose to rush overnight, and leaned the raft to the shore to prepare to camp for the open.

For a veteran mercenary team like the Divine Blade, camping in the wilderness was a common thing, and the samurai found a relatively clean and flat place nearby, cleared the vines with machetes, and quickly erected tents.

The middle-aged fox shaman in the team carried a bag of animal skin in one hand and sprinkled special medicinal powder around the camp.

These powders can repel poisonous insects, mosquitoes and ants, and can also mask the aura of mercenaries, and the shaman even set up a small temporary guard circle.

Although this is only the near edge of the secret forest, and there will be no truly powerful magical beasts, it is never wrong to be careful.

Once the tent was set up, Fei Li and another archer lit a bonfire, the red flames dissipating the darkness and banishing the moisture from the jungle.

An iron pot filled with water was set up on the campfire, and Leon took out the rye bread with jerky from his bag and baked it beside the campfire, the peculiar aroma of bread wafting through the small camp.

Fei Li, who was busy around the campfire, glanced at Leon and said in a low voice: "It's a luxury to bring bread too!"

Mercenaries who enter the secret forest for adventures usually carry a sufficient amount of dry food if they do not go back and forth on the same day, usually mainly dried meat with salt, and very few people will bring bread.

This is because bread is expensive and takes up a lot of space, and it is not as good as meat from the point of view of filling the stomach, and the surname-price ratio is quite poor.

Leon smiled, picked up the baked hot bread and took a bite, and said vaguely: "There is a proverb in my hometown, which is called if money is born and death is not taken away, and what should be spent will be spent, so why should you wronged yourself." ”

He reached out and took out a long bread stick from his bag and handed it to Fei Li: "I still have it here, let's share it together." ”

Although it is said that when they were in the mercenary union in the morning, the two had a little unpleasantness, but now they belong to the same team and are comrades-in-arms, and Leon took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Feili, also to enhance the cohesion of the team, not because she is a beauty.

Odeniz, who was sitting on the other side, had a smile in his eyes, obviously agreeing with Leon's overture.

Fei Li snorted coldly, the frost on her face melted a lot, but she didn't go to pick up Leon's bread.

Instead, another leopard-born archer next to him reached out and took the bread, and smiled at Leon, "Thank you, Brother Leon!"

This archer's name is Kaka, and he is the youngest and weakest in the team, just turning twenty years old this year, and he is a second-level elemental archer.

The warriors of the Beamon Beast Clan, in addition to the inherent seventh-level and third-order ranks, can be roughly divided into three major types.

The first type is the offensive mad warrior, the second type is the defensive shield warrior, and the last is the elemental warrior who specializes in elemental soul skills.

And the archers who have soul cores, although they are still essentially samurai, have developed a unique professional system, thus becoming the existence of reading power.

With a soul core and the ability to wield soul power, the archer's abilities are greatly improved, and the power directions available are also divided into three main categories - Marksman, Elemental Archer and Assassin.

The marksman focuses on the cultivation of soul power, pursues ultra-long killing distance and accurate and strong defense breaking ability, and is similar to a sniper on the battlefield.

Elemental Marksman, on the other hand, gives the arrows a spell-like effect, with Fire Arrows, Frozen Arrows, Thunder Thorn Arrows, and so on.

The last group of Assassins, on the other hand, abandoned the longbow in favor of a bow and dagger, stealthy and proficient in assassination in the night.

In the Holy Blade squad, Fei Li is the marksman and Kaka is the elemental shooter, and the two work together to give the team a strong long-range attack ability.

After dinner, Odeniz arranged for the personnel on duty.

Leon was assigned to the midnight watch, along with the old lion Gucci.

......... "Revenge, this is definitely revenge!" The old lion opened his sleepy eyes, opened his bloody mouth and yawned, and wrapped his body in a blanket: "Damn, this old fellow Odeniz still remembers that I stole his bottle of rum!"

During the day, the secret forest is hot and humid, but at night it is very cold, especially in the middle of the night, it is cold, and it is not a comfortable thing to be on duty.

Leon smiled dumbly, he reached out and touched it in his bag, and took out a metal wine jug and threw it away from the other party: "I still have it here, give you a taste!"

In fact, how could a third-level mad soul warrior be afraid of the cold, this old guy was nothing more than scratching.

"Not bad!" the old lion suddenly smiled, and couldn't wait to unscrew the lid of the pot and take a big sip.

"Drink slowly, it's all yours!" Leon smiled, "I have something better here." ”

With a flick of his wrist, he magically pulled out a wooden box.

Just as Leon was about to open the lid of the box, his expression sank suddenly, his dark eyes revealed a sharp light, and Huo Ran turned his head to look to the left.

It was a dark jungle, and the faint light of the campfire could not penetrate the obscurations of the vines, and there was a dull silence.

But Leon's instincts told him that something was lurking there to peek into the camp!

(To be continued)