Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

After the soft noise came out, there was also some commotion from other cage cars holding more than a dozen slaves.

Although most of these slaves have their hands and feet bound and their mouths gagged, slaves can also make noise by twisting their bodies and hitting the cage.

Several guards who heard the sound quickly woke up. Amidst the low-pitched scoldings of the guards, there were several clear and loud whipping sounds at the same time.

After a while, the commotion of the slaves in the cages gradually stopped.

Loki gritted his teeth. He clearly felt the two green lights, which were the eyes of the orc female slave looking at him.

The half-elf boy thought that no one would notice him sneaking in the darkness, but he didn't expect that he would be watched by a pair of green eyes from the beginning to the end.

Loki's face looked a little ugly, and it didn't feel good to be noticed.

Those green eyes should be those of a female orc from the cat tribe. Her hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes, and her mouth was also tied with ropes and blocked.

But the darkness could not block her vision, as her green eyes stared at the thin figure of the half-elf in the darkness.

Unable to delay here any longer, Loki packed up the food and fresh water as quickly as possible, not even taking away the clothes he planned to take away. After all, he couldn't let anyone discover his traces.

In addition, the people in this group of slave caravans are by no means good people. If they are not careful, they may become one of the slaves in the cage.

Looking at the thin figure who was about to leave, the cat-orc man knocked on the cage wall unwillingly, and whined from his blocked mouth.

Loki didn't intend to stay any longer, so he bypassed the cat orc's carriage far away, sneaked into the dark environment from another direction, and left in the direction he came from.

Slaves have always been the lowest miserable existence, and the fate of slaves may even be worse than that of beggars. The cat orc was obviously asking for help from him.

But Loki didn't intend to stay. It wasn't that he was cruel, but that he didn't have that much ability at all. His physical attributes were only the strength of an ordinary first-level apprentice, and some of his physical attributes, such as strength and constitution, made him even more powerful than an ordinary adult first-level apprentice. Not as good as anything.

Loki has enough troubles. If his predictions are correct, there will be a large number of people pursuing him later.

If he distracted himself from rescuing a slave at this time, he would probably be discovered by the big slave merchant. The worst slave guards were some with the strength of apprentices, so he could only choose to leave cruelly.

In the darkness under the starlight, Loki left quietly. He walked about 200 meters in the direction of his mount.

At this moment, something suddenly felt wrong. The sound wave image in the auditory system jumped strangely once or twice. It was the tiny sound made by other things besides myself.

The half-elf boy took out the tactical claw knife he carried with him and gently put down a few bags of food and water on his back. He felt his breathing speed up slightly.

At this moment, a mocking voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"You lowly half-elf brat, you kept me waiting for a long time. If you don't come back, I will ride that goat to catch you..."

Before he finished speaking, Loki was startled. He immediately turned around and ran away, running towards a bush in the darkness without looking back.

But before he could take a few steps, he felt a heavy blow on one side of his waist, almost knocking him over.

Severe pain immediately shot up the side of his body, and Loki felt as if his ribs were broken.

"He is indeed a half-elf kid who only knows how to run away. He is so lowly that he is worthless."

I don't know when, but a figure appeared less than ten meters away on the right, wearing a dark thief's casual clothes.

The figure dressed as a thief threw a ball of rope and dropped it on the ground next to the half-elf boy.

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bsp; "Half-elf cub, don't waste any more time, tie yourself up, go back and wait obediently to be hanged or skinned, don't waste my time."

The words were so contemptuous, but Loki did not dare to look down upon him at all. Through some actions such as the rogue micro-hitting him, the retina immediately made the fastest judgment on his attributes. Strength was at least ≥1.1, and agility was at least ≥1.7.

These data are only the roughest judgments, but they are far beyond Loki's strength, and even stronger than Quaid, who narrowly escaped death.

Seeing the half-elf lying on the ground clutching his body, the thief became impatient and pointed to the rope on the ground with disdain.

"Stupid little brat, don't struggle needlessly. Although I hate you - the smell of a lowly race."

"But in order to save time, I will still take action personally, and I will give you a lesson for such an rude and despicable little thing."

Loki felt a little secretly resentful, and he gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression.

But the half-elf boy finally picked up the rope on the ground and struggled to stand up.

After getting up, Loki showed a look of hesitation and fear on his face.

"Master Thief, please be kind and spare me for the sake of me being a poor beggar child."

The thief had a sneer on his face and said disdainfully: "Child? What child would be called Littlefinger? Such a stupid nickname. Remember, half-elf cub, you have no right to beg for mercy!"

Loki squeezed out two tears on his face and said pitifully: "Please don't hit me again. I'll tie myself up and come here."

After saying that, Loki fumbled with the ropes with both hands, and soon tied his wrists tightly, making it seem like there was no room for escape.

When passing by the thief, the thief slapped the half-elf boy hard on the face.

He insulted contemptuously: "You lowly little thing, waste my time, go to the goat, so I don't have to bother to catch you and leave."

Loki walked forward slowly, feeling a pain on his cheek. He lowered his head slightly, but his gray eyes grew colder and colder.

"Don't play any tricks, half-elf kid, or I won't be able to help but cut off all your fingers here."

Another kick hit the half-elf boy's back. Loki was kicked to the ground, and his mouth was filled with dust. He struggled twice before he stood up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, please don't hit me again."

The half-elf's voice was faintly crying, and he walked to the goat begging for mercy.

The thief held the reins of the old goat and looked at the half-elf boy with amusement and contempt.

Loki's tied hands looked inconvenient. He tried his best to put his hands on the goat's back, but the ram was breathing heavily and became unresponsive. He tried several times but still couldn't climb up.

Loki said with a fearful expression: "Master Thief, I'm sorry, I'm tied up and can't climb up."

The thief said disdainfully: "Stupid half-elf kid, you just want to play tricks with me. I will tie you tightly to the back of the sheep and make you quieter along the way."

After saying that, I planned to put him on the back of the sheep and tie him up.

But at this moment, the half-elf suddenly dodged, just in time to avoid the thief's hand that was grabbing him.

After Loki quickly dodged with his shoulder, he quickly turned around without waiting for this level of thief to make any further moves.

From the legs to the abdominal muscles, the body exerts force almost at the same time, and the man rises slightly into the air.

Then, he swung out his right leg violently. It was a standard volley and roundhouse kick, and his back heel directly hit the opponent's arm.

Fatal Round Kick (guaranteed knockdown) - from Double Dragon.