The predator standing at the top of the food chain in the dense forest found the prey in advance was several caravan guards, with a blood-stained feather pinned to the forehead on their heads, and because they did not have the status of nobility, they did not wear the ground like a turkey, but simple leather armor.

When the experienced spotted leopard saw these few people in charge of the pathfinder, he knew that the caravan was following behind, and with the cover of the bushes, he sneaked forward quietly, and within a mile before and after, he found a small caravan of fifty people.

The pack beasts that are responsible for carrying the goods are alpacas that can be seen everywhere, there are thirty-six in total, all of them are fat and strong, and they are led by the reins of the animal trainer who has domesticated them since childhood, and walk in a neat queue, and the sacks on their backs are bulging, and they do not know what goods are inside.

The leopard warrior Klut also carried life in the caravan when he was a teenager, and he knew the variety of goods at a careful glance, and nodded lightly with a smile: "The main thing is grain and salt." High-quality fur, possibly beasts with special powers, from the offspring of the totem. Flint for ignition, natural iron, fine linen, animal bone weapons. It's a caravan with a lot of force, and it's a bit tricky to sell goods of high value. ”

Hearing what these professionals said, most of the members of the team were a little moved, and even the villains who embraced the darkness and immersed their bodies and minds in the bloody path couldn't help but look at it.

Driven by lucrative profits, the scattered team finally boosted their morale. Subsequently, the leopard warrior Klut began to arrange the division of labor, and several of them, who were bullying by nature and afraid of the hard, were sent out to attack the sentinels in front of the caravan.

"You can only lose, not win. If the caravan sentinels take advantage of the victory, lead them into an ambush circle. There are only three sentinels, and there is a feather pinned to his head, which is considered a samurai from a serious background. There were dozens of us, each with a stone, and we smashed it in all directions, and no matter how strong the samurai was, they would be smashed to the ground. ”

The leopard warrior Klut gestured with his hands in a gesture of encirclement, and his firm and powerful voice made everyone present nod. There are many people who bully few people, and they fight a good fight, and fugitive slaves and homeless people like this style of play the most, thinking that the strategy of "Big Brother" is simply flawless.

Of course, there are also people who disagree, villains with dark powers, Nikon with three coyote claw marks on his arm, who speaks to many people: "What should we do if the caravan's sentinel is not fooled, and he does his duty and does not chase the bait?"

The leopard warrior Klut smiled disapprehantly: "There is indeed such a possibility! Experienced caravan sentries are all the best guards in the guard, and senior warriors who have experienced all kinds of big scenes. If they don't fall for it, I'll lead the leopard to take action myself. When their attention was being distracted, the ambush circle took the opportunity to move over. ”

At this point, Klut used three small pebbles to represent the caravan sentinels, twisted one of the branches that had broken off the excess branches, swept away all the leaves, and drew a circle near the stones.

"Three veteran samurai, I am not sure of victory, and I have to rely on everyone's joint efforts to solve the battle. ”

Nikon, who raised the question, was someone who had witnessed Big Brother fighting spider monsters near the ruined city-state.

He knew very well that Klute was not fighting alone at that time, and he was by no means alone, but he was able to conquer the war leopard and become a rare leopard warrior, and the ordinary two-feathered warriors in the rainforest city-state were probably not his opponents.

Nikon couldn't help but secretly wonder: "There are only three sentinels in the caravan, I estimate that it is not enough for Klute to kill alone, and with the adult war leopard, the only way for the sentinel to escape is completely eliminated." It's time for me to change my mind. ”

Thinking of this, Nikon looked sideways at his partner, the only one who could be trusted in his back and could be fully trusted. After a bizarre adventure, the three of them were originally fugitives, but after a bizarre adventure, they gained the appreciation of the evil forces hidden in the depths of the darkness and became fanatics walking on the bloody road.

Originally, they were ordered to infiltrate the ruined city-state and prepare to investigate the core secrets of the Spider Temple, but what they never expected was that before the three of them could make a move, they were served by Big Brother Kluter.

Not to mention that the Spider Temple has become a Jedi that is difficult for people to enter, and now even the entire ruined city-state has become a forbidden place for birds to cross.

If they didn't care, it was absolutely impossible for Niken and the other three to be punished, but after secretly receiving the punishment, the evil consciousness behind them issued a new order, that is, not to leave the Ash Lake, and to find out as much as possible the secrets behind this paradise of sheltering homeless people and fugitive slaves, especially whether the prayer chanted from the mouth of the priest who led everyone to pray was really the case.

Nikon and others are well aware of this, and the people who have been incorporated into this team are stubborn unbelievers and refined egoists. In other words, it is a shameless person who picks up a bowl to eat and puts down the bowl to scold his mother.

Not to mention that the rainforest city-state will not want these people, even the dark will behind them is too lazy to look at these people, because they are all white-eyed wolves that are not well raised, and they don't even have the most basic gratitude, they are alive alone, but they are beasts inside.

The panther warrior Klut stretched out his hand and waved: "Let's act!" Everyone who had plans was a little hesitant, but they finally complied, after all, if they left the team now, they would go from being lucky enough to get a new home, and in the blink of an eye, they would become homeless and pitiful.

The four men in charge of the bait had untied their obstructive jackets, and put on their sisal weaving coats in consideration of the sharpness of the caravan sentinels' weapons. Not to mention anything else, the resilient sisal draped on the body can add a little bit of defense.

Seeing this scene, the leopard warrior Klut couldn't help but want to shake his head, but he finally held back, nodded approvingly, and watched the four of them rush out of the dense forest and sneak towards the caravan outpost.

Before approaching, the caravan sentinels had not yet noticed that perhaps the four men who were acting as decoys did not pose a mortal threat to them, so their keen fighting instincts unsurprisingly ignored them.

At this moment, the four of them picked up the stones on the ground, suddenly jumped out of the dense forest, and smashed them at the caravan sentry. The blind cat ran into a dead mouse, and a rock hit someone.

Although unharmed, the caravan detective was furious, and his eyes scanned to find four nervous fugitive slaves, with slave marks on their cheeks.

Thinking that he had been injured by the fugitive slave, the caravan sentry clenched his obsidian spear, rushed forward two steps to accumulate strength, and threw it at the fugitive slave with a smug look on his face.

A spear as high as a man, as fast as an arrow from a string, shot towards the target. Unfortunately, due to the dense hanging aerial roots in the jungle, the obsidian spear deviated slightly from its target and was pinned to the ground fiercely, its tail constantly shaking and shaking, making a buzzing sound.

The pleasure of the four fugitives throwing the stone, after the obsidian spear that was close to them almost pierced one of them, quickly dissipated and receded, and the fear of death completely gripped their bodies and minds.

Especially the fugitive slave who happened to hit the caravan sentinel, for the first time he felt that death was so close to him, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were already trembling, and he couldn't help but scream, like a turkey that was choked by the neck, and then took the lead and turned around and ran.

The other three were also panicked, forgetting that they still had the task of luring the enemy in, and turned around and fled in different directions. All this caused the caravan sentry, who was extremely experienced in the enemy, to misjudge and think that the battle was just an accidental incident.

However, the only one who was wounded, believing that he had been insulted and that he had to be cleaned thoroughly with the blood of the fugitive, left his post despite the dissuasion of his two companions, and pursued the fugitive who had hurt him.

As he passed the obsidian spear, the caravan sentry retrieved his weapon and, following in his fresh footsteps, vowed to kill the dastardly fugitive slave.

In the ambush circle not far from here, Nikon was lying on the trunk of a tree, watching every move of the bait, including the response of the caravan sentry, and couldn't help but complain when he saw the four fleeing in different directions.

When the leopard warrior Krut heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Maybe this is better!" The bait that escaped separately concealed the smell of possible traps. There was a caravan sentry who had been fooled, and it was exactly what I wanted. ”

"Kill him!"

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