said that Cao Ying Cao Ying was here, and just thinking about the gray camel merchant, there was actually a caravan running over!

Something is wrong! Leon's heart moved, many gray camels are big caravans, how could they enter the depths of the Wuthering Forest to trade.

The area around Wuthering Forest is a mountainous area with dense forests, and there are usually no roads to follow, making it very difficult to trek.

Therefore, it is simply self-inflicting trouble for large caravans to enter the forest, and whether it is an orc or a goblin, there is not much oil and water to squeeze, and it is definitely worth the loss to earn a little profit from hard work, so it is usually a small caravan that enters the forest, with three or five guards and a few gray camels at most.

Could it be that ... Leon immediately had Holm called.

Home, a goblin warrior captured in the Battle of the Hammer Tribe's camp a month ago, also acts as a guide for Leon, and it wouldn't have been easy to destroy the Greenfields without the goblin leading the way.

Leon had promised to let it go as long as it was obedient, but after destroying the Green Fields tribe, the goblin warrior did not run away, but instead offered to stay and join Leon.

The reason for its complete defection is unknown, but the goblin traitor saved himself, because Leon would not let it leave alive and give it a chance to report to other goblin tribes.

And the other two goblin warriors who were originally guarding the Hammer tribe have long since become fertilizer in the forest.

Since he took refuge in Leon, the goblin warrior named Holm has also behaved quite dogged, and the surname Leonso has handed over the greenskinned goblins to it to manage, and it has actually made a good noise, whipping the lazy green-skinned goblins with a whip that is not soft at all.

It is undeniable that in the goblin clan, Holm is a rare clever character.

"Your Excellency, do you have any orders?"

Holm soon came over, nodding his head and greeting and paying homage to Leon.

With a wave of his hand, Leon stopped the other party's farts behind him, and directly asked about the caravan.

After a few words of conversation, Leon gradually felt the bottom of his heart.

Like all goblins, the Green Goblin Tribe is also attached to the Elves, but the elves who are high above are not very good at them, and are regarded as pariahs and slaves, and only the strongest Goblin Knights are treated better.

The goblin tribe has to serve and fight for the elves, but also to maintain their own survival, and they have to pay a batch of tribute to the elves every year, which is not a small pressure.

In order to survive and gain the favor of the elven masters, the goblin tribe pursued the beasts in the Wuthering Forest, and some of the captured slaves were handed over as tribute, and the other part was sold to the human slave traders in exchange for various supplies and food.

For the last few years, the Greenfields have been trading with a slave band.

There is no doubt that the caravan found by the fire hammer is not an ordinary caravan of gray camels, but a team of slave traders!

Since the Green Fields tribe had been wiped out, the slavers had no news at all, and as in previous years, they came with a large number of supplies, and this would be the last and biggest deal of the year.

Rob it!

After understanding the origin of the other party, Leon immediately stood up, and the fierce light flashed in the tiger's eyes.

He has never been a good man and a woman, and when he started from scratch in the past, he did a lot of black and black things, and now he is really no psychological pressure to return to his old business.

For the Orcs, the most hated enemies are naturally the elves' accomplices, lackeys, the goblins, followed by the Terran slave traders.

"Rock Hammer, gather the team, we are ready to fight!"

Leon's roar echoed through the valley camp, and the Hammer Tribe was once again urgently mobilized.

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At the same moment, in the forest more than ten miles away from the Valley of Hope.

A team of dozens of gray camels was trudging forward, and the two guides were panting and sweating profusely as they swung their machetes to cut through the vines that stood in their way.

After this trip, I will never come again!, Kristol, who was riding on the back of a gray hunchback, cursed and swore in his heart.

The damp and dense forests annoyed him, and the endless mountains and forests always reminded people of the legendary wilderness, and walking in them with a caravan was a great chore.

But Christol had to come, because he was only a mid-level steward in the Tattsol family, and since the former steward of the slave trade team had retired with honor, he was ordered to take over this unenviable position.

Dealing with a bunch of filthy goblins who eat human flesh!!Kristol vomits just thinking about it.

Thankfully, this errand is not dangerous and there is oil and water to be fished, the place where the Green Field Goblin clan is located is not a dangerous deep forest, and it can be completed in three days to complete the back and forth in the forest without encountering terrible monsters.

The Green Goblin Tribe and the Slave Traders have been working together for several years, and the trade between the two sides has always been quite pleasant, and the stupid goblins will never learn the art of trading, and as the leader of the team, Kristol can make a fortune from it.

According to the escort warriors in the team, the two wizards in the Green Field Goblin Tribe are not very easy to deal with, and if you want to complete the transaction smoothly, you have to give them a little favor first.

Christol was very unimpressed by this, in his opinion, goblins were goblins, even if they were goblin wizards, how could they be his opponents.

Thinking of this, Christol's mood was slightly better.

He looked back and saw thirty-seven gray camels laden with goods lined up in a long line, and dozens of escort warriors followed to the left and right, and although the speed was not fast, everything was still going well.

"Steward Christol, it's almost there, and we'll be able to stay in the camp of the Green Fields before the sun goes down. ”

A middle-aged warrior who was also riding a gray camel and following Christol said with a smile: "I've gotten used to it once here, the road in the forest is too difficult to find, and we have too many goods." ”

Get used to you! Christol wanted to scold.

However, the other party was one of the two samurai in the team, and he was also the true leader of the thirty-five escort warriors, so even if he had anything to say, he could only rot in his stomach.

In the Tatsol family, any samurai who has mastered the fighting spirit will not be worse than him as a middle-level steward in terms of identity and status.

"I know, I'm actually glad to have the opportunity to really serve the family, and it's really boring to stay in the shop and socialize with people all the time!" said the steward with a smile.

Laugh at!

There was a sneer from the side, no doubt mocking his insincerity.

Christol turned his face and glared fiercely.

In this team, he only had two samurai to scruple about, and there was endless contempt in his heart for the young magician who was sitting crookedly on a gray camel and looked like a hanger.

A tattered pale gray robe that looked like it had been picked up from a garbage heap, and there was nothing on his body except for a short wand!

Oh my God! Christol wondered if the bean-sized crystal set in the wand could be sold for a gold coin.

Although the young magician named Akram had a jealously handsome appearance, short blond hair, chestnut eyes, a high nose, and a slouched smile on his face, he was enough to be the object of favor among the noblewomen and girls of Fariel.

And this is what makes Mr. Steward disgusted him the most.

It was heard that this Akram was cheating on a baroness, but the incident was exposed, and he had to join the Tatthor family's Yuanwang merchant group through connections to avoid the limelight, and instead sent to serve in the slave trading team.

After arriving at the slave traders, the young mage did not settle down, and from time to time he sneered at Christol.

Almighty God, send down a bolt of lightning and kill this fellow!

Mr. Steward turned his head and prayed silently in his heart.

The team continued through the forest, and finally out of the dense wooded area just as the sun was about to set.

"Look, that's Goblin Valley!"

The escort warrior who acted as a guide pointed forward and said loudly, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

The valley is just a short distance away, and in front of you is a relatively gentle mountainous terrain with sparse woods that are easily accessible, meaning that the final leg of the group will be much easier.

"Guys, let's pick up speed, we're almost there!"

Christol turned his head and laughed loudly: "When this deal is completed and we return to Farir City, I invite everyone to the Red Square Bar for a drink!"

The guards were all smiling, and although they didn't really like the self-righteous new steward, it was always a pleasure to see the destination.

The group could not help but speed up, and it did not take long to cross the mountain, and came to a place that was only half a mile away from the mouth of the valley.

"Hey! The Green Field Tribe actually built a stone wall at the mouth of the valley!" said the middle-aged warrior with some surprise, "There are also a lot more sentry towers. ”

"Looks like they have a lot of captives, otherwise the goblins wouldn't bother to build the stone walls themselves!" said the other samurai laughed.

"That's a good thing!" Kristol smiled, as if he saw gold coins flying in the sky: "This time the transaction volume will definitely exceed the previous ones!"

Under the temptation of money, the steward, who had been shrunk around two samurai, actually urged the gray camel to rush to the front: "Let's go quickly, maybe they have prepared a welcome banquet for us!"

He saw the curling smoke rising from the valley.

The two samurai looked at each other, and the middle-aged samurai smiled bitterly, and could only speed up to follow, and it was also one of his duties to protect Christol.

Soon, the whole team arrived at the mouth of the valley.

Contrary to Christol's expectations, the goblins did not come out to welcome them, the gate was closed, and a dozen bows and arrows were pointed at them on the stone wall.

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