Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

When it was time to retreat, Loki gritted his teeth. Although he was still unwilling to do so, this was the best choice.

The horse beasts coming not far away are all elite members of the Black Street Brotherhood. They have at least the strength of a second-level apprentice. Their physical advantages in all aspects are far beyond what Loki, a half-elf who has not grown up, can compare with. .

There was even the high-level leader of the Black Street Brotherhood, Ken, whom Loki had seen from afar. His strength attributes even exceeded those of Quaid at the time, and he was also a fifth-level apprentice.

Avoiding the bright hiding place, the half-elf boy quietly cocked the short-arm crossbow and aimed at the fat and luxuriously dressed slave trader.

Although this fat slave trader has no grudge against him, as long as the slave trader dies - not only will the chaos intensify, but the escape of this group of slaves will not subside for a while, and the same is true of Loki's personal survival probability. will increase significantly.

Loki secretly found a reason to kill him - to defeat these old-era slave owners!Then, he gently pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

The crossbow string rang softly, and the crossbow arrow hit the slave trader's neck.

But what the half-elf boy didn't expect was that the warrior professional named Gary reacted and raised his small buckler in front of the slave merchant, blocking the arrow.

Gary put down the buckler in his hand, and his alert eyes immediately looked towards a dark place without light. He was clearly aware of arrows flying from that direction, but he couldn't see who was hiding inside.

"Danger Intuition?" Loki felt shocked. This is a common skill for professionals. It can be the first to detect certain dangers. He had heard the tauren mention it before.

Obviously, the plan to kill the big slave merchant in a sneak attack failed. It was dark and no one found him, so escaping was the best choice. After all, he was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Not far away, many slaves took advantage of the chaos and grabbed some horses and beasts, and were already planning to escape north. The remaining slaves were women and children, but Loki had no choice, and even his own life was at stake.

Loki wanted to provoke a fight between the slave guards and the Black Street Brotherhood, but the members of the Black Street Brotherhood were not so reckless and stayed on the periphery and did not approach the slave caravan.

The half-elf boy quietly disappeared into the chaos.

Under the cover of darkness, Loki ran to the bushes behind a slope and pulled out the old ram that had been eating night grass.

Time did not allow him to stay for a moment longer, so the half-elf boy threw down all the too heavy weapons and supplies.

Loki climbed on the strong old ram, gently clamped his legs on the ram's back, held the reins tightly, and headed north.

At this time, the chaos on the road leading to the Fog Tower Camp was still continuing, but there were fewer and fewer slaves resisting. Most of the slaves who still had the strength had fled in all directions, and most of the slaves still chose to go to Cooper in the north. long river.

We must catch up with the group of slaves and run in front of them...

This is the only thought in the half-elf boy's mind at the moment. He knows that only in this way can he increase his chances of escape.

The north outside the Fog Tower City is not a flat terrain. There are mostly high and low slopes in the wilderness, so the road leading to the Fog Tower Camp is not straight. This is the opportunity for the half-elf boy to ride the goat and catch up with the slaves.

Loki did not choose to take the main road, but walked directly through the wilderness slopes.

The clouds in the night sky occasionally reveal a little starlight, but the surrounding environment is still dark, and the terrain here is rugged and complex.

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bsp;But what is unimaginable is that the half-elf boy rode the ram and ran all the way without slowing down at all.

This actually all relies on the help of quantum biological computers. The memory and vision-related systems make him seem to have an innate sense of spatial direction. By identifying the direction only once through the stars, Loki will basically not go in the wrong direction.

At the same time, he adjusted the low-light vision optimization to the highest level. The scenery was definitely not as clear as during the day, but it was enough to allow him to avoid some bumpy and concave roads that were difficult to travel on.

The dark time before dawn has passed, and a red light has risen slightly on the horizon behind me, and it will be dawn soon.

Loki was now tired, hungry and thirsty. Unfortunately, he rode the old ram in the wilderness for half a night and failed to catch up with the large group of slaves running in front.

It's not that Loki doesn't work hard. Speaking of which, he hasn't slept for almost two days and two nights. This should be because the slave running in front has too strong desire for survival and freedom, or the old ram's legs are too slow. Otherwise, how could he not catch up?

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It was already bright, on the road leading to the fog tower camp.

More than a dozen elite members of the Black Street Brotherhood are riding on horseback, led by Ken, the top gangster.

Traveling with them were several slave guards, the most conspicuous of whom was Gary, a half-plate armored warrior. He used to be an adventurer running for money, but now he is under the care of a big slave merchant. to recover his slave property.

Gary suddenly waved his hand to slow down his horse and shouted loudly.

"Stop, Mr. Ken, there are some knights chasing us behind, are they yours?"

Ken looked back, and he could barely see six or seven knights in armor in the distance, galloping on their horses as if they were planning to catch up with them.

After a while, Ken finally saw the appearance of the people coming. They were seven knights wearing fine mail armor. The leading knight had a cloak on the back of the armor. It was the old Harvey he had seen before. , uncle of the dead ghost Quaid.

Old Harvey obviously recognized them. He rode close to them and said with a bad expression: "Have you caught the person I want, the half-elf kid you promised to capture alive?"

Ken's mouth was bitter and he said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey, we are chasing Littlefinger now. It won't be long before you..."

"Idiot, it won't take long? Yesterday you promised me that you could catch me alive this morning, but now? It's almost noon."

"Sorry, Mr. Harvey..."

"Don't be sorry. Just remember that my nephew died miserably. If you can't find that half-elf bastard, I won't let you Black Street Brotherhood go. Also, where is your thief who is familiar with tracking? Let him come to see you. I."

"Hug... Last night, Justin wanted to capture Littlefinger alive alone, but he was found dead in the wilderness."

Old Harvey was unexpectedly furious. He threw his gloves hard on Ken's face and cursed: "You idiots, the thief you invited is also an idiot. If I hadn't personally brought people here, wouldn't I have Have you let the half-elf kid run away?"

"Why are you still standing there? Are you going to watch him go to the Fog Tower Camp? Are you going to let him find a boat to float across the Cooper River?"

"Catch up as fast as you can. They will definitely pass by the Dwarf Ridge Canyon. The road to the Fog Tower Camp can only go through the canyon without having to climb mountains and ridges."

After a few dark curses, Old Harvey kicked the horse's belly a few times, and a group of nearly 30 pursuers galloped north.