Unparalleled Beast Soul

Chapter 190 Six Enemies in the Dark Forest

The chief representative of the Semu tribe is waiting in the hotel. 【】

This forty-year-old Semu young man is thin and dark-skinned, with dark blue tattoos on his cheeks, and a pair of hazel eyes sparkling, giving people a very alert feeling.

When the Sacred Blade team appeared, the Semuren couldn't hide his joy and excitement.

He couldn't wait to ask the old lion: "Master Warrior, can we start now?"

"Of course!" The old lion laughed: "Don't forget the conditions you promised me, we will bring your tribe back to the fortress safely!"

"Please rest assured..." The young man raised his right hand to press his heart, bowed his head respectfully to the mercenaries, and said, "Our Banga tribe will never forget everyone's help!"

After receiving the sacred blade from the representative of the Semu tribe, he left the wild fortress and quickly entered the secret forest.

Six warriors, two shamans, and two archers are quite reasonable in terms of combat roles. Leon, Old Lion Gucci, and three third-level mad soul warriors from Aldeniz are the core of the attack. Larsen and others Two samurai guard the two shamans.

Feili brought another longbowman to act as a scout, and the entire ten-man team was well-balanced in both offense and defense. As long as they didn't encounter powerful opponents on the fifth level, they were all capable of fighting.

And Gong Ge, the chief representative of the Semu tribe, is not a burden, he has become the team's best guide.

The Semu people do not have the talent to become warriors or mages, but as the aborigines of the secret forest, their familiarity and adaptability to the forest environment are beyond the reach of mercenary adventurers.

Many of the Semu people who settled in the wild fortress all part-time worked as guides for the mercenary team.

The large forest on the edge seems to be a maze of huge horses, which makes people who go deep into it lose their way involuntarily. The canopy that blocks the sky and the sun blocks the sun, and the unscrupulous vines are everywhere, forming a lot of obstacles.

Fortunately, none of the mercenaries were weak, and the two shamans didn't hold back. Although they were far weaker than the warriors like Leon, they still walked like flying through the forest.

With Gong Ge leading the way, the speed of the Sacred Blade team is not slow at all.

By mid-afternoon, Gongo had found a stream leading to a hidden grove.

There are many streams and rivers hidden in the secret forest. They are like the blood of the forest and the land. If you are familiar with the waterway, it will be a shortcut.

At Gongo's suggestion, the mercenaries used battle axes to cut down vines and trees to tie up two rafts, and headed for the ruins of Gothas deep in the forest from the waterway.

The water in Lin's underground river is gentle and not more than seven or eight feet deep. Although it is upstream, it is not a problem for the warriors with soul power.

The warriors used thick and long wooden poles to punt the boat, and the shaman, who had been running with the team for a long time, could finally sit down comfortably to rest and recover his strength.

As the boat sailed across the river, Leon chatted with Semu representative Gong Ge in order to learn about the specific situation of the Banga tribe.

The Banga tribe was originally a large tribe with thousands of people, but during the last beast tide, they were unfortunately attacked by a group of monsters, and most of the tribe died in that disaster.

Later, someone told the Banga tribe about the location of the wild fortress, and taught them to speak the common language of the mainland.

In order to survive, the remaining tribesmen migrated eastward under the leadership of the tribal chief, and finally arrived at the ruins of Gothas.

But near the ruins, the Banga tribe encountered a team of human adventurers with malicious intentions, and was forced to stay in the ruins of the ruins. Instead, they sent people to the wild fortress for help.

"I've been coming to Wild Fortress for several days, I really don't know how they are doing now..." Gong Ge's eyes were full of anxiety that couldn't be concealed.

"Don't worry, we will do our best!" Leon comforted.

The pioneering adventures of the four mainland clans in the sanctuary have profoundly changed the fate of these native aborigines. It is said that the appearance of the beast tide is inseparable from the behavior of the four mainland clans to expand their territory in the sanctuary. The Semu people are definitely It was the disaster of the fish in the pond.

This is the tragedy of backward races. Under the invasion of more advanced and powerful civilizations, unless there is a qualitative change, it is the best result for them to become a vassal race.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dense forest became more and more unfathomable. From the depths of the forest, the roars of monsters came one after another, and the night was coming.

The night in the secret forest is dangerous. Although the team did not encounter any dangerous monsters along the way, and the small river several feet deep could not accommodate powerful water monsters, the mercenaries did not choose to travel overnight and put the raft on the shore to prepare Camp and camp.

For a senior mercenary team like Sacred Blade, camping in the wild is very common. The warriors found a relatively clean and flat place nearby, cleared away the vines with machetes, and quickly erected tents.

The young fox-born shaman of the team carried an animal skin bag in one hand and sprinkled special medicinal powder around the camp.

These powders can drive away poisonous insects, mosquitoes and ants, and can also cover up the breath of mercenaries. The shaman even set up a small temporary warning circle.

Although this is only the edge area of ​​the secret forest, and there will be no truly powerful monsters, there is always nothing wrong with being careful.

After the tent was set up, Feili and another archer lit the bonfire. The red flames dispelled the darkness and drove away the moisture in the jungle.

The iron pot filled with water was placed on the bonfire. Leon took out the rye bread with dried meat from his bag and baked it by the bonfire. fluttering.

Feili, who was busy by the campfire, glanced at Leon, and underestimated in a low voice: "It's a luxury to bring bread!"

If the mercenaries who venture into the secret forest do not go back and forth on the same day, they usually carry a sufficient amount of dry food, usually dried meat with salt, and very few of them bring bread.

This is because bread is expensive and takes up a lot of space. From the perspective of filling the stomach, it is not as good as meat, and the price/performance ratio is quite poor.

Leon smiled, took a bite of the hot bread, and said vaguely: "There is a proverb in my hometown, money is not brought with you when you are born, but you should not take it with you when you die, so why should you spend what you should spend?" Own."

He reached out and took out another long breadstick from the bag, and handed it to Feili, "I still have some here, let's share it together."

Although the two of them had some unpleasantness when they were in the mercenary union in the morning, but now they belong to the same team and are comrades in arms. Leon took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Fei Li, and it was also to improve the cohesion of the team, not because she was a beautiful woman.

Ordeniz, who was sitting on the other side, had a smile in his eyes, obviously approving of Leon's gesture of favor.

Feili snorted coldly, the frost on her face melted a lot, but she didn't pick up Leon's bread.

On the other hand, another archer who was also a leopard descendant reached out and took the bread, and smiled at Leon, "Thank you, Brother Leon!"

The archer's name is Kaka, and he is the youngest and weakest in the team. He just turned 20 this year and is a second-level elemental shooter.

In addition to the inherent seven-level and third-level ranks, the warriors of the Bimon Beast Race can be roughly divided into three types.

The first category is the Berserker who is inclined to attack, the second is the shield warrior who is inclined to defense, and the last is the elemental warrior who specializes in elemental soul skills. The three major warriors have their own characteristics and abilities, and they are all the core force of the Beamon beast clan indispensable existence.

Although an archer with a soul core is still in the category of a warrior in essence, he has developed a unique professional system and thus become an independent existence.

After possessing the soul core and being able to use the soul power, the ability of the archer has been greatly improved, and the direction of power to choose from is also divided into three categories: sharpshooter, elemental shooter and assassin.

Sharpshooters focus on the cultivation of soul power, pursuing ultra-long killing distance and precise and powerful defense-breaking ability. They are similar to snipers on the battlefield.

Elemental archers, on the other hand, make their arrows have magic-like effects. Flame arrows, frozen arrows, thunder-throwing arrows, etc. are all their specialties.

The last category of assassins abandoned the longbow and used crossbows and daggers instead, proficient in stealth and night assassination.

In the Sacred Blade team, Feili is a sharpshooter, and Kaka is an elemental shooter. The cooperation between the two makes the team have a powerful long-distance attack ability.

After dinner, Ordeniz arranged for the staff on duty.

Leon was assigned to the midnight watch, with the old lion Gucci.

.........

"Revenge, this is definitely revenge!" The old lion opened his sleepy eyes, opened his bloody mouth and yawned, and wrapped his body with a blanket: "Damn it, Oldeniz still hates me for stealing His bottle of rum!"

During the daytime, the forest in the secret forest is hot and humid, but at night it is very cold, especially in the middle of the night, it is very cold, and it is not a comfortable thing to be on duty.

Leon couldn't help laughing, he reached out and fumbled in the luggage, found a metal wine jug and threw it away: "I still have it here, let me try it!"

In fact, how can a third-level crazy soul warrior be afraid of the cold? This old guy is just complaining.

"Not bad!" The old lion smiled immediately, and couldn't wait to unscrew the lid of the pot and took a big gulp.

"Drink slowly, it's all yours!" Leon said with a smile, "I have better things here."

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a wooden box as if by magic.

Just when Leon was about to open the lid of the box, his expression sank suddenly, his dark eyes shone sharply, and he suddenly turned his head to the left.

There was a pitch-black jungle, the faint light of the bonfire pierced through the cover of the vines, and there was a deep silence.

But Leon's intuition told him that something was lurking there and spying on the camp!

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