"Uncle Witt, you say you are relieved, but in fact you don't worry about me at all." Wilson was a little speechless, but Witt just laughed and didn't say anything.

Still, he led the way in front of him, lifting the curtains of the carriages for Witt to inspect.

Dozens of carriages, all filled with enchanted iron cages, each containing five slaves.

Among them, human slaves, ten are young men, fifty are teenagers, ten are adult women, and fifty are young girls.

Aegean orc slaves, three wolf maidens of Wolf, and one maiden of the Boer antelope.

In addition, there are special monster maiden slaves - thirty-six harpys.

This totaled one hundred and sixty slaves.

It can be said that every slave here is a carefully selected and high-quality product, and it costs a considerable part of the wealth of the Hygrindand family.

Witt inspected a circle and found that there was no trace of destruction in the enchanted iron cage, the slaves imprisoned inside were fully dressed, there were no scars on their bodies, and their breath was stable, and he nodded with satisfaction, and glanced at Wilson, who was standing on the side with a speechless face, Witt frowned, and said in a serious voice,

"This time the family paid such a big price to buy such a group of slaves, if it is not safe, if there is a little flaw or accident, the consequences may be very serious!

.... And, Wilson, you know, the next journey is the most dangerous, the danger level of the Dark Forest has skyrocketed since the centaur group has settled, and the number of adventurers who have died in the past few months has exceeded three digits, including many experienced and powerful mid-level professionals, I hope you will take this matter more seriously.

If it weren't for the head of the family and several elders who had something important and couldn't get out for a short time, they would have come with the head of the family this time. ”

Now that the entire Silgrinder family is tied to the same carriage as the black dragon, the family wants to become stronger and occupy more positions and resources in the Duchy of Cas, and it cannot do without the support of the black dragon - especially after Roy discovered the special effect attached to the dragon's blood.

Wilson's expression was serious, and he said seriously, "Uncle Witt, I will definitely not slack off on this mission." ”

"Well, you don't have to be too nervous, I will also enter the Dark Forest with you, and there are allies in the Dark Forest to pick us up, don't worry too much." Witt said with a smile, his tone changed,

"Alright, now you go and get some rest, I'll take care of this side."

Wilson nodded, not polite. It took ten days to escort this cargo, and he didn't rest well, even if he was strong, he was a little tired at the moment.

....

The wide blade attached to the fierce white fighting spirit slashed through the space, and with a pop, the human head rolled to the ground, and the blood was spilled, and the headless centaur body fell heavily on the snow after losing its strength to support it, stirring up a cloud of snow dust.

Clang~!

Wilson, who had just killed a Centaur Warrior, backhanded off a Centaur Warrior who wanted to sneak up on him.

"A Hurricane Centaur warrior of intermediate professional strength." Seeing the pale cyan fighting aura coming out of the centaur weapon that sneaked up on him, Wilson's eyes narrowed, and the muscles of his arm burst out, first knocking the hurricane centaur warrior back, and then leaning forward after him, the speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly increased, and a brilliant white light was drawn.

"How is it possible, this power—" The hurricane centaur's eyes widened, and the palm of his hand reaching his neck was only halfway out, and his head fell to the snow, dead and blind, and the headless corpse gushed with blood, soaked in the flawless snow.

This hurricane centaur warrior could never have imagined that a human would have such exaggerated and outrageous power, and he would be killed directly in an instant by a moment of negligence.

Wilson sneered, the seventh-level low-level career level plus the sixth-level high-level creature level, to a certain extent, is no less than cultivating two professions at the same time, and the strength is not a simple seventh-level, not to mention killing a careless sixth-level hurricane centaur warrior in seconds, even the seventh level is not impossible to kill in seconds.

The Captain of the Hurricane Centaur was killed on the spot, causing the centaur warriors who suddenly appeared from the forest to attack the convoy with their pupils shrinking and hurriedly chose to retreat.

Seeing this, the cavalry guarding the convoy only pursued and killed for a hundred meters, and after slaughtering five or six centaur warriors, they retreated.

"Hurry up and inspect the goods!"

On the side, Witt, who was sitting on the back of the black-scaled beast, hurriedly shouted anxiously after the battle was over.

A group of cavalrymen immediately drove their mounts past the carriages, lifted the curtains, and quickly checked the safety of the goods.

"It's okay here."

"It's okay here."

"Newspaper... One carriage was damaged, a female slave died, and one was slightly injured. ”

More than a hundred cavalrymen quickly counted the losses.

One man and one woman died, both adult human slaves, and three wounded, but not serious.

When the news reached Witt's ears, his face was a little ugly, but he was relieved in his heart.

The most valuable Aegean orc slaves and white dragon drakemons don't have an accident, and adult human slaves have the lowest value in this batch of goods, and two dead are nothing.

"Speed up, these centaurs will be back soon! And guys, do you want to die, why are you still carrying corpses?! Drop it all for me! Witt scolded, and thought about taking away the corpses of his dead companions.

The cavalrymen looked at each other, gritted their teeth, threw the bodies of their companions into the snow, turned over and mounted their horses.

The coachman, who had hidden in the carriage and had low combat effectiveness, also quickly got out, and drove the carriage with a nervous expression, the whip was waved, and the horse ran quickly with four hooves.

It is still the outermost part of the dark forest, and although the roads are bumpy, the trees are scarce, and the horse-drawn carriages can walk.

After the convoy traveled about two kilometers, the surrounding mountains and forests became more and more complicated, and the carriage could no longer be used.

The cavalrymen quickly dismounted, lifted the iron cages containing the slaves out of the carriage, and then grabbed the two specially made iron handles at the front and back of the cages.

Drink!

A slave iron cage was lifted by two dismounted cavalrymen, and more than thirty huge iron cages dismounted nearly seventy cavalrymen to act as cage coolies.

The iron cages of slaves, which weighed an average of one ton, were as easy as if they were carrying small wooden barrels in the hands of these cavalrymen, and they ran methodically to carry the cages.

After a few more kilometers, the ground shook slightly.

The centaurs are coming.

Just as Witt's face was ugly, and he was about to order Wilson to take some of the men and slaves first, and he came to break off, there was also the sound of rustling footsteps in front of their team.

Under the vigilant gaze of Witt and the others, a monster warrior wearing armor and holding a fine iron sword, with a height of between one meter and eight to two meters, walked out of the jungle.