Chapter 14 Saving Lives

"It's human," Carlos said disapprovingly. "Maybe you can grab some clothes and something to eat. ”

Morey shook his head, speechless.

Carlos could actually think of such a funny joke, and Morey was also impressed by him. The wild people in the Warcraft Forest have been wild to the point that the Warcraft are all recognized, it can be said that they are some cannibals, and they usually wear some animal skin bras, grass skirts, etc., and it is said that they may not take a bath once in their lives, and Carlos actually wants to find someone to borrow clothes to wear.

As for the mercenaries who eat it, what they know about savages is that if you kill a tribe, then go through what they're cooking, and you'll probably find your lost teammates.

Just kidding, they're cannibalistic!

"Mr. Carlos, I know that our clothes are now damp and about to grow mushrooms, but I still have to solemnly tell you," Morey's expression fell, "In order for us to have a chance to 'stand outside the pot' and cook, let's take a detour if we don't have any opinions!"

Carlos shrugged, his samurai suit was dirty, but he could bear even ten times the hardships of his warrior pride. In fact, he also admired Morey's knowledge, and he did avoid a lot of dangers with Morey in the past few days, and Morey's wild knowledge was obviously much richer, making life in the forest a lot easier.

"Okay, we've been walking for a few days, but the route isn't back to Glenn, I'm sure you've already seen it. ”

Carlos nodded.

Morey's eyes were fixed on the map, and as he calculated the distance, he explained, "Our goal is the town of Eiger, which is also the closest town to us. In fact, it has been impossible to go back the way we came since we fell into the rift, and now it should be the quickest, and if we are lucky, we should be able to sleep in the hotel in three or five days. ”

Carlos had no objection, as long as he could reach a populated place, he was confident that he would return to Fury Wind City, and just take the carriage and ask for directions and walk slowly. However, it was a sudden change in Morey's expression, and he dragged Carlos to hide behind a bush.

"There is a voice!"

Carlos knew that Morey's mental power was extraordinary, and when he heard this, his face immediately became stern, and his hand had been quietly pressed on the hilt of the sword, as long as there was something wrong, he would shoot!

Sure enough, within a minute, noisy footsteps and violent wheezing were heard, and it was actually a mercenary staggering away, with a frightened look on his face. Behind him were a group of dark-skinned men with spears in their hands, dressed very poorly, and only wrapped the vital parts with animal skins, while the other places simply showed off, and while chasing back, they whined some unintelligible local words in their mouths, and the eyes of the chase were not like hatred at all, but more like prey.

Morey's pupils shrank - the notes on the map are indeed accurate, and there are indeed savages here!

The mercenary looked very wolfy, but Morey's heart was still moved when he saw his face clearly.

"It's Claire!"

Claire has been having a terrible few days!

He was not killed by the crocodiles, although he was swept into the lake, but fortunately he was not noticed by the crocodiles, but fell down the waterfall with the current! Fortunately, after not falling to his death, he immediately found this path from the map, but he had neither the experience of an old mercenary nor the strong mental power of Morey, and finally ran into this group of wild men after carefully driving for a while.

He was already dizzy and injured, and if he had time to wait for healing, it was a miracle that he could get to this point by being on the road alone, but it was only a matter of time before he was caught up by the savages - not that those savages were much stronger than him alone, but now Claire has almost no ability to fight.

"Ahh

Claire screamed and fell to the ground, tripped him over a tree root, and was chased by the wild men and pushed to the ground. The knife sharpened from the bone was pressed against his neck, and then he was quickly tied up. This method of tying is also very elegant, it is to tie hands and feet together, and then put it on a stick, carried by two savages, how to look at it and how it looks like the mercenaries beat the wild boar.

Claire was caught not far from Morey's hideout, and Morey could even clearly see the despair in Claire's eyes.

To save, or not to save?

It stands to reason that although he doesn't have a deep friendship with Claire, he should help him for the sake of taking care of him for a few days, but after all, this is the territory of the savages, and if they detect it, it is obviously not conducive to his departure, Morey can't help but hesitate in his heart.

"Huh?!"

"Aru Aru!"

The savages were very happy to be successful in hunting, and instead of killing Claire, they stuffed Claire with a ball of stinky skin and blocked Claire's mouth, which was about to be carried away. It seems that catching their prey alive will make them a little more satisfied, probably because of the freshness.

But with this jolt, a ballball the size of a pigeon's egg rolled out of his arms. A sharp-eyed savage picked it up at once, and his eyes suddenly showed an excited look, waving his spear and screaming excitedly, while the other savages also showed excited expressions when they saw this scene.

Morey's face changed several times, and finally he couldn't help but pat Carlos on the shoulder. "Hey!"

"Huh?"

Morey lowered his voice and asked in a sly whisper, "If we make a move, can we leave them all behind?"

"If you want that, I'll grab it for you!" Carlos glanced at the wildlings with disdain, not taking their strength seriously.

It is estimated that this brother is usually used to it, and it seems that the first reaction when he sees something outside is to do it! At that time, Morey was robbed by him when he was condensing the heart leaf, but fortunately, the thing finally returned to Morey's mouth, and it was fed by the beauty herself, in fact, it was not a loss.

But anyway, at this moment, Morey was still a little moved, although he was very unhappy when he was robbed, but when he robbed someone, this kind of companion was simply superb.

Before Morey could say to do it, Carlos slammed his giant sword across the bushes and rushed straight away! The savages were also startled when they saw this, but before they could react, the heads of the two people had already flown up, and the blood splattered on Carlos's face, making his eyes look like fierce gods! Fierce swordsmanship is like a harvesting scythe in this group of savages who are slightly inferior to even low-level swordsmen, and every time the sword light flashes, it always brings a puff of blood!

Even if there are injuries on his body, what if his fighting spirit does not recover? Carlos is a genius in the first magic martial arts academy of Talir after all, even the fourth-order demonic beasts dare to fight hard, even if the strength is discounted, it is still a melon and vegetables to abuse the savages!

This was the first time Morey had seen Carlos use swordsmanship on people, and he was shocked and quickly hid in the dark to activate the fire bomb technique, knocking out several wild people who wanted to carry out a sneak attack.

In the past, slashing and killing beasts relied on brute force and fighting spirit, where could Carlos's gorgeous swordsmanship be brought into play. Carlos's swordsmanship was originally a swordsmanship for the sake of battle, and at this time, it was like a fish in water in the face of humanoid creatures, and Morey saw Carlos smile for the first time, although it was a cruel smile.

When it comes to combat, Carlos has a rightfully proud spirit.

Although Morey has been confronted by Carlos, he only has the knowledge and experience to face it, and when it comes to strength, Carlos actually disdains it in his heart - the ability to throw a few fireballs is not enough to be seen by Carlos.

In terms of age, a twenty-year-old mid-level mage is already very good, but if it is in the Raging Wind Academy, this level can only be regarded as a bad street. The power of the second-order fire bomb technique does seem to be very ordinary, and any intermediate magician can easily release it, and a person with such strength can make the top students of the angry wind care when he grabs a lot of money in the Raging Wind Academy?

In Carlos's opinion, Morey is only strong in vortex magic and profound knowledge, and as for the battle, he still has to be provoked by Carlos, this judgment is actually very reasonable.

Because of common sense.

Generally speaking, a magician who has studied the same magic deeply can exert more power. But although Morey's fireball was released quickly, its power was barely second-order, so it seems that his magic talent should not be very high, and it may be an element of luck to be able to advance to an intermediate magician.

However, Carlos did not think, or at all, that Morey was not a magician at all!

Fourteen wildlings didn't survive a minute under Carlos's sword!Claire was face down in the mud, and he didn't even feel suffocated when he was turned over, which showed how quickly the battle ended. And the wild men who had pursued him before had now become more than twenty copies, and they were all painted all over the ground.