Two members of the human adventure party passed side by side under the tree, dragging Roy and Claire's two tents in their hands.

Claire and Roy hid in the tree and looked at each other, if the two tents were picked up, they might actually have to sleep in the tree for some time to come.

The jungle of Málaga is humid and muggy, with many poisonous ants and mosquitoes, and losing your tent has to rely on those insect repellent herbal creams......

But at the moment, it is impossible for the two of them to fight desperately with the two members of the human adventure group below for the sake of two tents, so they can only squat on the tree and stare dryly.

Before the two members of the party could walk over, another voice came from the morning mist:

"Did you find anything?"

Following the sound, Roy saw a member of the human party walking from the No. 2 check-in point, wearing delicate armor, a long sword at his waist, and a shield behind his back, looking much better equipped than the other party members......

"I found two elven tents, and I don't know who left them."

The members of the party who dragged the tent spread out the tent in their hands and reported to the leader.

"Move back to the camp, you should be on guard at all times, and when the fog clears, there should be elves coming this way, and see how many fish can run in today."

"Yes!" The two members of the party dragged their tents and continued to walk down the cliff.

It's a pity that neither Roy nor Claire can understand what he is saying.

Roy and Claire find themselves unable to get close to the second check-in point, so they sneak out of the woods.

Because of the cover of the morning fog, the members of the adventure party did not find out, and the two hid in a forest dense with wild grass and vines, and Roy planned to find a higher place to observe the elves at the second sign-in point.

It can't be any special campsite, and it's probably only for geography students.

The morning fog gradually lifted, and the jungle became like a steamer again.

Roy and Claire crouched in the bushes, a kilometer away from the second check-in point.

Claire's face became ugly when she thought of the Silver Moon Elves who were sitting stiffly and motionless.

"Roy, you say...... What did they do when they came to check-in point two? ”

Roy said, "I bet they must be hunting down the Elven Academy students, and as long as they wait there, there will be a steady stream of elven students coming in." ”

The two looked at the second sign-in point with some humility, and Claire asked Roy, "What do we do now?" ”

"Gotta spread the news of the elf's capture," Roy said......, "Someone has to stop those students who are about to sign in on the road, and someone has to go to the high ridge to send a distress flare, Claire, you stop the other students who are rushing over on this road, and I'll go to the top of the mountain to send a distress flare!" ”

"Be safe!" Claire also knew that flares were more dangerous.

Because as long as the signal flare is issued, it means that the place where they are is completely exposed, and the members of the group of adventure groups will also touch the place where the signal is transmitted, and in this case, the person who sent the distress signal cannot go too far, once someone sees the distress signal and comes from the air support, someone needs to respond.

The two bumped fists, and Roy said to Claire:

"You too, be careful, they're professional hunters."

"Hmm." Claire agreed.

……

Roy cleaved a vine in front of him with a machete in his hand, and walked towards the densest part of the mountain.

He wanted to find this kind of wooded area that was very difficult to walk, and after reaching the top of the mountain, he would stay longer.

In addition to a hatchet and a kettle, he carried four magic flares on his back, and the bushes were filled with weeds and thorn vines, some parasitic vines hanging from the tops, and some thick giant trees covered with slippery moss.

Passing through a cloud of mosquitoes, Roy suddenly realized that the road to the top of the mountain became more difficult without Claire opening the way in front of him.

It had to be faster, Roy thought to himself, and moved forward as quickly as he could.

Walking alone in the overgrown jungle, Roy was suddenly a little scared, worried that a monitor lizard would suddenly rush out of the grass and bite him off in one bite.

Sweat trickled down my cheeks, and the small sesame seeds on my body that had been scratched by thorns hurt like pins and needles.

Desperately chopping down the wild grass in front of him, Roy felt that his arms were a little heavy, and he couldn't grasp the firewood knife anymore.

I took out a roll of linen bandage from my pocket, held the handle of the knife, and then used the bandage to wrap the handle tightly with my right hand, so that I could hold the handle without much effort, and I felt that the whole knife became an extension of my right arm.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, Roy felt that the last bit of strength in his body had been squeezed dry.

At this time, Roy suddenly remembered, why didn't he bless himself with a 'power blessing'?

It didn't seem to be too late, Roy first performed a 'secondary healing technique' on himself to relieve the pain caused by the small wounds cut by the thorns, and then blessed himself with a 'power blessing', and then felt a trace of strength return to his body.

Finally, he did not forget to bless himself with a divine glimmer of light, and then began to observe the terrain around the top of the mountain.

Roy wanted to climb a high cliff that was not hidden by trees, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the ideal position, and there was no prominent ridge in this Malaga jungle.

The top of the mountain is full of dense woods, completely obscuring the sky.

Seeing a large tree with a huge canopy not far away, Roy gritted his teeth and began to try to climb the tree.

After blessing the blessing of strength, Roy felt that it was much easier to climb the tree, and grabbed the branch of the big tree, and it didn't take long for Roy to climb to the canopy, leaning on a strong branch, Roy used a firewood knife to cut off all the branches above his head that blocked his vision.

He didn't even let the branches fall under the tree.

Instead, he took out a rope and tied up the discarded branches and hung them on the branches.

After finally cleaning up the canopy around his body, Roy took out a magic flare, unwrapped the brown paper that wrapped the flare, and pulled out the fuse of the flare as Claire said......

There were no sparks and smoke, and magic threads appeared on the entire magic flare, which filled all the space, and the magic flare flew out of Roy's hand, and it silently rushed into the air, and then burst into a dark red fire.

It's like a brilliant firework, but you can't hear any sound.

The dark red firelight even stagnated in the sky, and it lasted for more than ten seconds before it gradually faded......

When the fireworks exploded in the sky, Roy was still worried about whether the magic flare could be detected by the rescue team from afar, but when the red fireworks exploded in the sky, Roy put down his hanging heart......

Eye-catching, enchanting.

It's like a red rose in full bloom.

After releasing the magic flare, Roy waited a few more minutes before releasing another flare into the sky......

Two magic signals popped up in the air in a row, which means that the situation is extremely urgent, and as long as the rescue team can see the magic signal, it is necessary to put down everything in their hands and rush to support.

Roy has released the second magic flare, and he has to wait here......

When the rescue team arrives, Roy fires a magic flare for close guidance.

This time is the most dangerous time for Roy.

He could only wait above the canopy now so that he could see the rescue team that arrived, but waiting in place was undoubtedly sending him to death......

……

At check-in point 2, the group of members of the party was waiting for the other young elves to throw themselves into the net.

A dark red flame in the sky, through the dense foliage of the jungle, made it clear to many members of the party......

The leader of the warriors also saw the light flame for the first time, and his face, which was still laughing heartily, immediately became gloomy, and he slammed up from his seat and waved his hand at the jungle beside him.

A group of adventuring members who were lying in ambush emerged from their hidden places and gathered around the leader of the warriors.

Benjamin, a magician sitting on the side, immediately pulled out the magic handle and wanted to go to the direction where the flare was lit up to probe it, but was pulled by the warrior leader.

The leader of the warriors yelled at the assembled members of the band:

"How did you find out so quickly?"

At this time, naturally no one will stand up and take the blame for everyone.

The leader of the warriors glanced around the crowd, randomly selected two rangers, pulled them both to the front, and then commanded:

"You two go to the location where the flare is fired, kill the genie who sent the flare, and then go straight back to the landing site, and we will wait for you by the sea for two hours."

The two rangers seemed accustomed to this kind of finishing work, and when they heard the leader's command, they agreed without hesitation.

"Understood, head!"

The leader of the warriors glanced at the Silver Moon Elf students who were tied into zongs on the other side, tore off the clothes that were covering the outside, and ordered the rest of the people: "Take these guys, let's withdraw!" ”

“……”

The members of the party untied the elves' legs like donkeys, tied a rope around their necks and held it in their hands.

In this case, it would be no problem for a party member to take five or six elves with him.

In a tent, the academy instructor who had been waiting for the elf students at the sign-in point was already a little stinky.

He lay in the tent with his eyes wide open, and there were flies around the wound on his neck.

The members of the party did not pay any attention to the corpses lying in the tent, but picked up the last few wounded young elves from the ground, and said in Elven language with fierce eyes:

"Are you going to follow us obediently, or are you going to let me hang you here?"

"If you don't want to die, don't be left behind, whoever walks slowly, I will hang him directly, and then give him a knife in the chest......"

The young elves, who had been trying to struggle, fell silent all of a sudden.

A contemptuous smile appeared in the eyes of the members of the party......

As soon as he stretched out his hand to touch the white and tender face of an elf girl next to him, the warrior leader who walked over quickly stretched out a big hand to pinch his head.

The leader of the warriors came up to him and said in a hoarse voice:

"An intact elven girl's auction reserve price at the auction house is fifty magic crystals, if you can come up with this money, I don't mind selling her to you, selling it to anyone is selling...... It saves you a lot of trouble, right? ”

The member of the adventuring group had his head pinched by his big hands, and he did not dare to resist at all, and looked at the leader of the warriors with a look of horror, his face full of begging for mercy.

The leader of the warriors still said to himself:

"But I don't think you've saved enough money! So...... If you still want to keep this claw from turning into a cold iron hook, you have to control it, can you? ”

"Yes! Head, I can ......"

The party members responded with trembling voices.

(End of chapter)