Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

On the road leading to the Fog Tower Camp, Loki could still see slaves walking in twos and threes from time to time.

Finally in the morning, the half-elf boy riding the ram caught up with the slaves who were the first to grab their mounts and escape. Most of them were strong adult slaves.

The cat orc also snatched a brown horse beast from the escort and was riding at the front of the slave team.

Loki put away his weapon and put on his hood to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He gradually approached from behind and slowly merged into the fleeing team.

No matter how strong his will was, there were times when his body couldn't bear it anymore, and after all, the old ram was not as suitable as a horse for carrying people on long distances, so it was time to slow down.

This group of slaves had become frightened, but there were still some who were extremely vigilant. A strong female mountain slave quickly discovered the rather eye-catching goat mount.

"Where did you grab the goat? I don't remember those damn guards having this thing."

Loki glanced at her, but did not answer. Instead, he quietly tightened the reins and unobtrusively changed his position in the team.

Most of these escaped slaves were strangers to each other, and they might even speak different languages. There was no need for him to care about anyone's suspicions.

The female cat-orc in the slave team had keen hearing. After discovering what was going on, she quickly slowed down her horse a little and controlled the horse to walk towards Loki unnoticed.

"Who are you? Half-elf boy."

Loki took out his water bag and took a sip of water, licked his chapped lips and said, "No one, just call me little finger."

The cat-orc snatched his water bag, took a deep drink, and then said: "I don't know what your purpose is, but I want to thank you, Littlefinger, my name is Ruby."

Water flowed from the corner of Ruby's mouth and spilled onto the slender and strong neck. She wiped it nonchalantly and said, "Is there anything to eat? Some more food."

Loki glanced at him, took off a carry-on bag from the sheep's back, and threw it directly to the cat-orc Ruby.

There was a lot of dried meat and some dry flour biscuits and bread inside, which were the guard rations stolen by Loki. Ruby looked at these with some surprise, took out the piece of dried meat and couldn't wait to bite it with her canine teeth.

Loki didn't care about this little food. He said, "Give some to everyone to restore their strength. The next journey may not be easy."

Ruby nodded, stuffed a few more pieces of food into her mouth, and summoned two slaves to divide the remaining food equally.

Loki glanced around. There were about 20 people in this group of escaped slaves, either alone or two people riding a horse beast. Although the team chatted loudly and didn't speak much, they all maintained an excited mood.

After a scorching noon, along the road leading to the Fog Tower Camp, the uneven team of slaves finally arrived at the unknown small canyon. Although the slopes on both sides were not high, they were extremely steep and difficult to climb.

Loki referred to the precise map in his retina. The canyon in front of him was the only way to escape. After passing here, it would take less than a few hours to reach the Fog Tower Camp.

The Fog Tower Camp is a gathering place for merchants. It is backed by the Cooper River, which is convenient for commercial transportation. It is the livelihood of these slaves and the escape destination of the half-elf boy.

"Damn, who is that."

"Someone is chasing us."

"Oh my god, run."

Suddenly bursts of hurried shouts came from his ears. Loki quickly turned around and saw two galloping horse beasts not far away.

Those sitting there were obviously the men who were chasing the slaves.

The two pursuers on horseback were very fast. Not only did they quickly surpass the group of slaves, they also ran towards the narrow mouth of the canyon in front, slowing down and stopping, obviously trying to block them.

Loki clearly recognized the appearance of the two people. One of them was Ken, the senior leader of the Black Street Brotherhood, and the other turned out to be Gary, the warrior in the slave guard he had seen before. He was a first-level professional. A strong warrior.

A northern mountain slave suddenly shouted: "Gather together, rush forward together, no one can block our freedom, no one can block our way home."

Ruby also shouted: "Charge over, no matter who they are, there are only two of them, gather together and tear them apart."

Loki quickly took out the rope and carefully tied his thighs to the sheep's back. While running, he strenuously strung up the crossbow and placed other weapons at his fingertips.

"Fight!" The half-elf boy secretly gritted his teeth.

No matter who blocks his way to survive, even if it is a professional with a huge difference in strength, he will fight to the death.

"You damn slaves, stop it."

Warrior Gary dismounted from his horse in front, holding a round shield and short spear and roared. The roar completely overwhelmed the slaves' desperate momentum for a while, and even made some timid horse beasts unconsciously pause.

This is an advanced skill for professionals - Battle Cry. Generally, only warrior professionals with strong bodies and strong cardiopulmonary abilities will choose to learn this skill. Loki heard the Tauren Duncan mention it before.

The cat-orc Ruby looked wildly dissatisfied, showing four sharp canine teeth and growled: "Come, charge, there are only two of them, two damn humans."

At this time, a black light suddenly flashed, and a galloping horse beast among the slaves suddenly fell to the ground as if it was shot by something. At the same time, it also stumbled a charging mountain slave slave on horseback behind it.

It turns out that what shot the horse beast was actually a throwing spear!Loki gritted his teeth.

The half-elf boy hurriedly avoided the slave who fell to the ground. He glanced at the horse beast that was pierced by a short spear. Its power was comparable to some siege crossbows. It seemed that warrior professionals were more dangerous than imagined.

Most of this group of slaves were previously strong warriors, and only in this way could they flee at the front. The spear throws of the warrior professionals did not scare them, and the slaves in the front row rushed even crazier.

The slave's impact strategy is correct. Professionals are extremely intimidating to ordinary people, but it depends on their application of strength and skills. If only based on physical attributes, this warrior professional is at most twice as powerful as ordinary people. , he still couldn't stop the group of slaves on horseback head-on.

"Slow down their speed, rush in from the side, and kill anyone who resists."

Warrior Gary mounted the mount that Ken had moved over, and he gave instructions loudly.

"Damn it." Ken cursed in his heart. Although he had the strength of a fifth-level professional apprentice, there was no guarantee that he would not be in danger when people were running around like this. However, he gritted his teeth and carried out the plan.

Although Gary is not an authentic knight, with his rich experience as an adventurer, these are not a problem for him. His personal strength is also stronger than every slave. He rushed into the fleeing team and started to kill everyone who passed by. The slave beside him.

There was a chaotic sound of horse hooves. Although Ken could no longer tell the difference between east, west, north and south, he finally broke into the slave team. At the same time, he suddenly spotted a somewhat unusual figure, which was a thin slave riding a goat.

goat?The one among the slaves, and his mount is a goat?

Littlefinger, I finally found you, half-elf cub, Littlefinger.