After the leader's order was issued, the garrison in the dark was quickly mobilized, and the black-robed people guarding the goods ran along the road line in the cave, and arrived at the preset defense post in a very short time.

They lit torches with tung oil as the main fuel for lighting, and the blazing black smoke flames illuminated the entire cave as bright as day.

Black-robed men armed with improvised crossbows stood guard at various intersections, and companions armed with custom-made magic items, long rods and short knives, took cover in front of them, ready to deal heavy blows to the incoming ones.

Everything was ready, and all the black-robed men gathered their breaths and waited quietly for an enemy to emerge from nowhere.

With such a lineup, even if a certain squadron of the Law Enforcement Brigade of the Anti-Slave Inspection Department comes, I'm afraid it won't get much benefit, right?

But there was still not much joy in the leader's hairy face, and he looked gloomily at the top of the cave, not knowing what he was thinking.

What followed was a long wait, so long that the arms of the black-robed people raised their weapons were sore, and the person they had been waiting for finally came.

The karst cave formed by the erosion of thousands of years of flowing water collapsed without warning, and the large rockfall instantly buried the black-robed man who had no time to dodge below.

Almost instantly, the black-robed men of the old Frings' underground slave market lost almost a tenth of their manpower, but this was only the beginning.

The blazing sunlight shone through the gaps in the cave, and the strong light caused a short-term blinding effect on the black-robed people who lived underground all year round.

In the panic, some black-robed people raised the crossbow in their hands and shot crude crossbow arrows in the direction of the cave opening.

The next moment, the girl who fell in the sunlight swung the big sword in her hand and swept away these weak arrows.

She rode a huge hamster down from the sky, like those heroic Valkyrie in mythology, bringing divine punishment of light and blood to the black-robed people below.

The sound of a high chant resounded throughout the cave, not from the girl's mouth, but from the great sword in her hand that condensed the flames.

The enchanted inscription gave the sword an indescribable power, and the magic infused by the wielder filled every corner of the sword in an instant.

So the soul of the hero who stayed in it awoke, and she sang the hymn of the warriors of ancient times in high spirits, and the magic that had been flowing calmly between heaven and earth began to converge in this direction according to the characters of the hymn, and in the time of a breath brought the terrible power of this sword.

Shi Junjun, who was holding the sword, felt the pressure coming from her hand, and the weight of the already heavy sword at the moment had almost reached the limit that her body could bear.

And at this moment, the light and flames on the sword also skyrocketed to the peak.

Then swing your sword!

The moment the hamster landed, the girl swung her sword and swung it at the black-robed man who rushed towards her like a tide.

She swung only one sword.

In an instant, the flame-colored light flickered, and with a breath-like fluctuation of her sword, it swept towards the black-robed people who were surging around.

The long rod and simple crossbow arrow in the hands of the black-robed man were about to touch the girl's body, but the long rod and crossbow arrow encountered that fluctuation, and the metal encapsulated in magic power was melted into molten iron after being forged in an instant, and it still emitted a faint red light and heat when it fell to the ground.

No one could react, and the fluctuations were like a hurricane swept by, and in that hurricane was the scorching heat of the sun's surface.

All the people who came forward to besiege remained motionless in the last second's position, first playing games like one, two, three, wooden figures, like sculptures, except that most of their bodies were charred black from top to bottom.

The next moment the charcoal collapsed, and the charred and scorched body tissue fell to pieces on the ground, including the bones that supported the body, and most of the legs that were lower still intact in their original appearance, like a creepy forest.

No blood flowed out, and all the blood on their bodies was burned dry in the moment the wave swept through.

The leader, who was nearly a hundred paces away, had already sensed the danger at the first sight of the big sword in the girl's hand, and in a hurry, he pulled the black-robed man beside him and hid behind a thick rock pillar.

But the rock pillar more than half a meter thick still couldn't block all the power of the fluctuation for him, and he still felt the pain of almost burning in the moment he swept through.

What kind of magic is this? What kind of magic is this! Is there such magic in this world?

The leader wanted to roar loudly and ask loudly, but in an instant, the men of the old Frings underground market were lost, and those who survived were too frightened to organize any effective attack.

The only good news was that the sword seemed to have taken a toll on the sword-wielding girl as well, and the formidable flame of light on the sword skyrocketed and then quickly fell.

But no one dared to bet on whether she could swing the second sword again, and the frightened black-robed people either stayed where they were, or threw down their weapons and desperately slammed their legs and fled backwards.

The girl easily did what the 29th Detachment of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade under the Anti-Slave Trade Department of the Kingdom failed to do with a lot of manpower and material resources.

One man, one sword, leveled the old Frings' underground slave market.

Before the umbrella over the heads of the old Frings slave traders was effective, she alone wiped out 90 percent of the entrenched slave family.

And she also had the obsession of cutting the grass and eradicating the evil, and the huge hamster pounced on the surviving black-robed man the moment it landed.

Like a sword from before, no one is the enemy of this hamster.

By the time the leader decided to leave all his men behind and run away, the slave traders in the old Frings' underground slave market were almost dead in the cave.

"Lord Shi Junjun, there is still a fish that has slipped through the net, well, it looks a little different from the others."

"If you're not mistaken, it's the leader of these slave traders, right? I caught him in a hurry, remember to spare his life, I don't know if the captain of the anti-slave trade department can catch more slave traders......"

Damn, you just look down on me like that, and you're already talking about catching me......

The leader gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the dark path that only he knew.

In order to be faster, he even abandoned the two-legged walking that he had so hard to train, and changed to the innate four-legged running posture of their clan, just to be faster, faster.

During the run, the leader's clothes were lifted by the wind, and when she saw the fur and animal ears covered by the cloth, Shi Junjun's expression was complicated.