Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

The rushing horses and beasts were in great chaos, and there was a burst of dust all around, which undoubtedly had some impact on the observation of optic nerve images.

But compared to the madness of the people around him, Loki remained calm and observed.

He struggled to control the reins in his hands. As long as the goat, which was half as short as the surrounding goat, could escape, he would be fine tied to the goat's back.

Although the visual image was somewhat affected, it was still clearer than what the people around him could see. Of course, he discovered that the riding figure who was about to stop his path was not dressed as a slave, but Ken from the Black Street Brotherhood. .

The goat was much shorter than the horse beast, and Loki himself was at an absolute disadvantage. His arm and the longest weapon on his body, the dog-legged knife, were not necessarily as long as the long sword in Ken's hand.

Ken rode half of his body to block the road ahead and shouted: "Littlefinger, you are mixed up with a group of slaves. You can't escape."

Loki's gray eyes flashed coldly, his masseter muscles on both sides tensed tightly, and he cut the rope binding himself to the sheep's back without saying a word.

A ferocious smile flashed across Ken's face. He saw that this was a mountain goat specially used by dwarves. It was much stronger than ordinary goats, but it was only about one meter tall at most, and its impact and height were far inferior to those of horse beast mounts. Advantage.

Without waiting for more thought, he saw the little finger in front of him holding the reins with one hand and holding up a crossbow with the other hand. It was a crossbow that was already strung and ready to shoot at any time.

Holding the crossbow in one hand, Loki lacked stability in the bumpy state, but he was not without accuracy.

The moment he felt his arm adjusted, the crossbow arrow shot out with a swish of black lightning.

Ken was in such a hurry on horseback that he couldn't dodge, so he could only lie down on the ground as much as possible. Fortunately, the arrow did not hit any vital parts of his body, but a sharp pain that penetrated his lower body reminded him that an arrow had actually hit his butt. .

Loki gritted his teeth and immediately put away his crossbow. In such a hurry, he had neither the ability nor the time to aim and choose a target.

Moreover, Ken, the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood, is obviously not the arrogant thief he was before. He wears a layer of leather armor on his upper body.

The leader of the Black Street Brotherhood in front was slightly injured, but it was difficult for him to control the horse beast from the side to stop the goat. Looking at the enemy getting closer and closer, he could only rush over with all his strength.

Loki held the reins tightly with one hand and pulled out the sharp dog-leg knife tied to his thigh with the other hand.

The back of the knife hit the sheep hard on the butt, and the ram's eyes turned blood red, and it seemed to be so stubborn that it didn't care about any obstacles ahead.

Ken looked at the goat that was getting closer. The goat was much shorter than the horse beast. For a moment, he couldn't slash the goat with the edge of his long sword.

Moreover, Ken's hip was injured and he couldn't lift himself even if he tried hard. He had no choice but to ignore the order to capture him alive, so he could only slash the half-elf's little finger with his long sword.

Loki dodged for a moment, then immediately let go of the reins, holding the dogleg knife tightly with both hands, and used his side to parry the incoming long sword.

The sound of metal collision was covered up by the chaos, but the force from the weapon was almost unbearable, which was reflected in the half-elf boy's trembling and sore arms and his clenched teeth.

"Charge, charge!" Loki clamped his legs on the sheep's back and sped up a bit, so that the two mounts were almost touching each other.

The ram's sharp long horn slashed hard at the horse beast's abdomen. Ken slashed again with the long sword in his hand, but was parried aside by the half-elf boy who tried his best.

Ken suddenly felt something was wrong with the mount beneath him, and a neighing sound came from the horse beast's mouth.

It turned out that its abdomen was stabbed with a huge wound by the goat's sharp horns. The horse trembled twice again, and then the whole body including the man and the horse suddenly fell forward and fell to the ground.

The half-elf boy yanked on the reins and tried his best to avoid being affected by the fallen horse beast. He didn't even bother to stop to replenish his wounds and ran away in the chaotic flow of people.

Gary, the warrior professional on the other side, although he stopped five or six slaves, the price he paid was

It had reduced his own speed, and he had nothing to do with the remaining figure that was running away like crazy.

……

The sound of horse hooves roared past, and the slave team fled wildly for about half an hour.

Although there was no threat behind them, they wanted to get away from this place close to the human city as soon as possible.

But at this time, most of the horses and beasts under them could no longer bear it, and the team had to slow down. Loki controlled the reins, and the speed of the old ram's mount slowed down a bit.

He gently touched the ram's neck with his hand, and felt a trembling feeling, which was a spasm that was about to give out strength.

During this desperate escape, Loki was grateful to his loyal mount companion.

The speed has slowed down, but before the sun has receded in the afternoon, the surrounding terrain has slowed down, and there are shadows of lush green forests, and the surrounding vegetation is developed, indicating that we have almost reached the basin of the Cooper River.

There was no thick fog in the afternoon sun, and finally a black tower appeared in the distance ahead.

Gradually cheers came from the slaves. It was the observation post of the Fog Tower camp. Several human observation soldiers were usually stationed here. There was a beacon tower usually covered by a tarpaulin on the top of the tower. They finally reached their destination.

A smile finally appeared on the half-elf boy's face, and his heart, which had been hanging on the tip of the knife, finally felt a sense of relief.

The same was true of the slave team, and there were even a few wild laughs, "Haha, these stupid humans, how could they set off beacon fire in a place that is usually densely foggy? It can't be seen from a hundred meters away in heavy fog."

"I'm finally going home. I can take a boat and float downstream along the Cooper Mother River for three to five days before I can go home."

But the cat orc Ruby suddenly discovered something, pointed behind her and shouted: "It's not over yet, those damn guys are catching up again, look at that."

An adult half-elf suddenly said in fear: "What is that? There are more than 20 people chasing us, and there are several knights in armor. Oh my god, we are finished."

A bearded mountain slave shouted: "Shut up, as long as we rush over and use the fastest speed to force some boats, it will be enough to escape."

"Quick, run." "Don't worry about what's behind, just rush over and you'll be free."

Loki's gray eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his masseter muscles tensed up.

There was no other way but to forcefully urge the old goat, who had little strength, to quickly mix among a group of fleeing slaves.

Although the slave team tried hard to escape, the horses and beasts they snatched were obviously not as good as the chasing mounts. The distance between the two parties was gradually shortening, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape.

But fortunately, the Cooper River is right in front of us. It has a span of nearly a hundred meters, and the menacing rapids of the water can be felt in the distance.

After crossing the area where several caravans were stationed in the Fog Tower Camp, the slave team quickly saw several idle boats on the river, less than 200 meters away, and there was no one holding the tools for crossing the river.

The hope of escape is at hand.

A team of slaves roared and ran wildly, and suddenly there were several sharp sounds cutting through the air from behind.

A series of fast black lights flashed across. They were crossbow arrows fired from behind, but fortunately there were not many of them, and there was no accuracy during the rush. They only hit two slaves, and one of the strong orcs had no reaction even after being hit by an arrow in the arm. .

Just as they were about to approach the docking position of the ferry, another thick spear flew out from behind. Fortunately, this spear was not accurate and ultimately missed and stuck in the soil, but the dangerous feeling immediately spread to the hearts of all the slaves.

Suddenly there was a low cry that cut through the air, and another spear flew forward, like a deadly black shadow quickly passing through.

This is Gary, a professional warrior who is good at throwing spears. He is desperately trying to stop the slaves.

Suddenly, the half-elf boy felt something in his heart, and a shiver of hair stood on end, like needles pricking his back.