Ryan's Sword

Chapter 115 Chapter 110 Scene Five Poacher Squad

"Then, what about the breath of life other than them?"

The elf captain's stern and deep voice made the female elf who had spoken earlier stunned for a moment.

"Hey, is there another breath of life!"

In the moonlight, she gently stroked and combed the smooth and fine feathers of the Lightning Falcon, held it to her shoulders, and listened attentively.

With her gentle and skillful movements, the Lightning Falcon approached her ears very humanely, and conveyed the information it had detected to its owner with a deliberately low chirp.

"Reynolds said that she didn't sense any malice on that aura of life, nor did she have any previous natural marks, so she didn't report his existence before."

"I see."

The elf captain nodded slightly.

"Don't be careless, any human being may be our enemy," the elf captain glanced around at the patrol team members, and said coldly: "Time has proved that this cunning species can disguise itself better than wild beasts.

While speaking, the elf captain seemed to have thought of some bad memories, which made his words full of bone-chilling chill like the icy wind blowing from the north of the Aujin Mountains.

"Then what shall we do, Captain?"

a male elf asked in a low voice.

"Those whose identities have already been identified are shot to death!" Captain Elf's calm voice had already sentenced the unsuspecting poachers in the distance to death. In prison—if he dares to resist, he will be killed together."

"Mother Nature and our fellow man, no blasphemy will be tolerated!"

His chilling voice seemed to resonate with all the elves. They nodded in unison with mournful eyes, and repeated softly but firmly——

"Mother Nature and our fellow man, no blasphemy will be tolerated!"

On the other side of the forest, Ian was slowly moving towards the firelight under the cover of the trees.At this time, he didn't know that his every move had already fallen into the eyes of the elf patrol in the darkness. In fact, when he could barely hear the intermittent conversation in the night wind, his attention was caught by the vision Refreshed task prompts in attracted the past.

"Trigger task-remove threat (branch line): Eliminate the poacher team, task reward: 10000 Exp* per person, skill point *1* per person, there will be additional rewards for total annihilation, task failure: no punishment, whether to accept (Yes /no)"

"It's actually an annihilation mission..."

The mission system that suddenly jumped out to join in the fun made Ian's movements stiff for a moment. To wipe out an entire poacher team in a one-to-many situation, even if the sneak attack was successful, it would be a difficult task to kill one person first.

"This is a group of Iron Rank poachers, not wooden dummies on the training ground, Mr. System!"

This sudden refresh of side quests obviously exceeded the abilities of white-ranked characters. Even if Ian had the ability to fight against iron-ranked enemies, group battles and single-handed battles were two different things.

After a little hesitation, Ian still chose to accept this sudden mission.

Firstly, Ian had come straight to this group of poachers. Even if they couldn't wipe them all out, this battle was inevitable; secondly, although the elf patrol team hadn't shown up so far, he believed that this group of poachers The law enforcers in the forest will definitely approach them as soon as possible following the firelight in the night and their special perception of malice.

Wouldn't it be a pleasure to cooperate with them to complete the pincer attack on poachers.

At this time, the group of poachers who had just selected a camp and lit a bonfire did not realize that there were already two groups of people staring at them in the dark.

A black iron marching pot was placed on the blazing bonfire, and the water filled in it had already boiled.

A chunky, bald middle-aged man was processing the wild vegetables picked in the forest and his own ingredients on the stone pier next to the campfire, and kept throwing them into the tumbling iron pot.But in a short while, a pot of thick and delicious broth has already wafted a rich food aroma to the surroundings.

"Fourth, is the soup ready? I'm starving to death!"

"boom--"

There was a rough roar, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.Just by the sound, one can imagine the scene of a reckless big man smashing the heavy weapon in his hand into the dirt ground driven by hunger.

"Be quiet, Ron!"

A more powerful and deep male voice followed, suppressing the reckless man's desire to vent.

"Do you think we are still within the scope of the empire? This is the border of the elves, put away your battle axes, and don't provoke the elf patrols!"

"Well... Got it, boss!"

The light of the bonfire illuminated a small area in the forest. In the center of the camp made up of three linen tents, there were six men with strong temperament sitting around.Even the bald middle-aged man who looked like a chef revealed a cold aura that only a killer could have.

At this time, a strong man with short hair was lifting a thick-backed battle ax in the shape of a crescent moon from the ground, and the metal ax blade still had dark coagulated blood stains and unremoved rust stains.

Such a ferocious weapon obviously doesn't need a sharp edge, just the power it uses and its own heavy weight are enough to cause unbearable damage to the enemy.

The boss in the mouth of the strong man Ron is an old-fashioned warrior. His weapon is a wide-bladed sword, coupled with a light shield that is also carried on his back, it is combined into a classic that can attack and retreat. combination.

Among the remaining three people, there was a masked man dressed as a thief. His main weapon was a dagger with a sheath around his waist, and his secondary weapon was a sawtooth dagger stuck in a leather boot.

The rest of the two were well-dressed, and they all looked like warriors with leather armor and one-handed swords. From the outside, these two warriors were much younger than the others. They looked about the same as Quinn, both in their 20s. The appearance of early.

Even so, these two young warriors also have the strength of the iron rank, even among adventurers of the same age, they are enough to be described as excellent.

At this moment, the bald middle-aged man who was in charge of cooking the dinner lifted the lid of the iron pot, and suddenly a more intense smell of meat came out, which seduced the strong man at the other end of the campfire, Ron, so greedy, he immediately twitched His huge nose sniffed fiercely a few times.

"Barton, Dave, the soup is almost ready." The bald-headed middle-aged fourth child reached out to pick up the salt and seasonings wrapped in oil paper, and sprinkled them into the boiling soup pot. At the same time, he looked at the two The young soldier staring at the soup pot ordered: "Go, take out the bowl and bread from the package."

"Understood, Fourth Uncle."

The slightly older warrior pushed Button and pushed his companions, and the two immediately got up, raised a corner of the tent behind them, and followed the instructions of the bald, middle-aged fourth child, to put a stack of iron bowls that looked like small basins and stone-like bowls. The black bread was taken out.

From the way the young soldier Barton called the bald fourth brother and the behavior he took for granted after hearing the order, it can be seen that they often do such odd jobs in this team, just like nephews who followed the bald fourth brother out for training. generation.Moreover, Barton and Dave have a vague similarity in body shape and appearance, which shows that the two are very likely to be biological brothers with a blood relationship.

As the two of them rummaged through the items, Ian, who was hiding on a tree branch not far away, saw hooks, shackles, snares and other arresting tools piled up in the tent he raised.It can be seen that this group of poachers is quite well prepared, and they are likely to be experienced veterans.

The broth was out of the pot, and the bald old man quickly distributed food for everyone.The first bowl of broth and the largest piece of black bread were snatched by the strong man Ron. The boss who folded his hands and stared at the flames and the masked thief crouching in the shadows a little further away did nothing about it. no response.

The bald fourth took a look at the strong man who was already gobbling it up, and continued to scoop up the broth with a spoon, poured it into the remaining big bowl, and motioned for the two little soldiers beside him to give it to the other two in the team. sent.

Barton and Dave respectfully delivered the food to the two silent elders. Finally, they each took a bowl of broth and devoured the black bread.

This silent dinner didn't last long. The strong man Ron was just hot, and he snatched the whole marching pot and the remaining black bread in front of him, and ate it up with a snort.In fact, his own portion of food was enough to feed an adult warrior, but when all the food was gone, he was still belching, showing a look of unfinished business.

"Boss, I'm going to bed."

"Go."

The strong man Ron gave a muffled report like a routine. After receiving the answer, his huge body with an iron ax on his back stood up from the dirt ground, walked to a tent like a stupid bear, and lifted the entrance The sackcloth made a short body and got in.

A moment later, Mulei's snoring came from it.

Under the command of the bald fourth brother, the two young fighters cleaned up the mess after the meal, while he himself bared his two golden front teeth, picking the crumbs of meat between his teeth with a sharpened wooden stick , and leaned over to the boss who was still frowning and thinking.

"Boss, since this afternoon, your complexion has been sour. Do you have something on your mind?"

Hearing the bald fourth's voice, the boss slightly raised his head and glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to the endlessly dancing flames in front of him.

"Yes, I was thinking..."

As the leader of the team, the boss showed a hint of hesitation on his brows, and said in a deep voice, "I was thinking, should we stop after we finish this vote?"

"Close hand?!"

The movement of the bald fourth elder froze his teeth for a moment, and he raised his voice and shouted in surprise.

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