Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

At this moment, Loki didn't think much about anything. He relied on his body's instinct to loosen the reins that he had held tightly before.

There was a gentle tremor beneath him, and the running old goat suddenly let out a desperate scream. It turned out that the sharp spear almost pierced the ram's body from behind.

Loki grabbed the short-armed crossbow that he couldn't bear to give up with one hand, and at the same time slightly pressed the old ram's back with the other hand. He didn't even have time to mourn for his loyal mount.

Following the sudden fall of the ram, the half-elf boy suddenly exerted all his strength on his arms, waist, and legs, and his whole body rose slightly into the air.

Due to the huge inertia of momentum, the old goat rolled to the ground and almost broke every bone at the same time. The half-elf boy was lighter and relied on his body to fly into the air, sliding in mid-air with inertia.

This was a life-and-death moment for Loki. At this moment, he was secreting a lot of adrenaline. At this moment, time seemed to stand still for him. The slaves running around him in chaos, as well as the fierce breathing from the mouth and nose of the sitting horse beast, seemed to have stopped. It became still action frame by frame.

Loki's eyes widened. He stretched out a hand in vain and grabbed the saddle of a slave mount not far in front of him.

Fortunately he touched, but the leather of the saddle was as smooth as stone.

The half-elf boy suffered from the lack of any place to hold on. He scratched in vain with the four fingers of his left hand. A stinging pain came from his fingertips. He felt that his nails nearly split when they scraped against the hard saddle.

Finally, his palm felt a leather fixing buckle. Loki clenched it with all his strength with four fingers. The inertia of the horse beast running forward caused a burst of pain in his arm.

A strong desire to survive drove the half-elf boy to persist. No matter how painful it was, he did not dare to relax his left hand at all.

The crossbow arrows in the rear seemed to have a continuous shooting function, and two more crossbow arrows were set during the pursuit.

However, the running pursuers obviously had trouble controlling their accuracy. Except for one or two unlucky ones who were shot in the vital organs and fell off, almost all of them rushed to the shore of the Shitan River.

"Slow down and dismount, hurry up and get on the boat, everyone get on the boat."

"Anyone with long-range weapons, call back and kill these damn humans."

A half-orc slave shouted in an urging manner. While shouting, he also threw his throwing ax backwards. Several strong mountain slaves nearby grabbed the bows and arrows and shot them backwards as well.

Loki gritted his teeth. He did not rush to the ferry to take a seat, but silently loaded the crossbow.

The half-elf boy's left arm was injured due to the violent pull just now, so he could hardly string the crossbow with his left hand.

I saw him clamping the bow arm with his right hand, but he raised one foot to step on the crossbow string. Then his other calf touched lightly under the crossbow. He actually successfully stuck the crossbow string in the machine bracket with only his legs and feet. On.

After placing the crossbow arrows, Loki held the crossbow in his right hand and tried his best to drag it under the crossbow with his left hand to make a support point.

There was no time to aim. The moment he raised the crossbow with his right hand, he immediately pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow directly penetrated the head of the horse beast sixty steps away.

Several small ferries in the rear have all been pushed into the water, and everyone rushed towards the boats. Only Loki was left to wind up the string again with his feet.

The half-elf boy almost held his breath as he aimed the crossbow at an old noble knight in mail.

Loki already had a guess in his mind that this old guy should be the culprit who was being hunted this time - old Harvey, the uncle of the dead ghost Quaid.

A "buzz" sound caused by the crossbow strings reached Loki's ears.

He looked at the arrow that was shot. The target was Old Harvey's head, which was the only vital part that was not protected by armor.

Sure enough, an arrow flashed across quickly, and Old Harvey, who was rushing at the front, seemed to be hit by something suddenly.

Similarly, the whole person was about to fall off the horse backwards. The fellow knight with professional strength next to him reacted quickly and rescued the injured old Harvey.

The half-elf boy secretly sighed. When the crossbow arrow was fired, the optic nerve image responded almost immediately.

That arrow shot was relatively accurate, but Old Harvey once had the strength of a professional. Although he is old now, he still has the attributes of a fourth-level apprentice. Old Harvey seemed to have sensed the danger in a hurry and actually shot it in advance. Dodge.

Unfortunately, in the end, the crossbow arrow only made a long bloody gash on old Harvey's face, which was not life-threatening.

It's such a pity that this old guy didn't go to accompany his damn nephew.

Loki spat hard. The horse beast's speed would reach him within fifty or sixty steps in an instant, so he didn't dare to wait for a moment longer.

He strapped the crossbow on his back as quickly as possible, followed the direction where several boats had just left the shore, and plunged into the water with a diving leap.

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In the cold river water, the half-elf boy struggled to open his eyes. He tried to swim along the current several times, and soon saw the shadows of several boat bottoms on the water.

One of his arms suddenly stretched out of the water, and Loki grabbed the back edge of the boat with his right hand. He emerged from the water and spat.

Since this is a ferry port and the water level is relatively deep, the pursuit of the horse beasts behind them can only be stopped temporarily, but they are not helpless. Everyone dismounts and takes down their crossbows.

Several ferries that had just left the shore immediately became targets. In the not-intense arrow attacks, the casualties of the slaves exceeded those when they were chased just now.

And there is also a first-level warrior professional who can throw short spears accurately. Almost every hit can cause serious injury or death to the slave.

Finally, some slaves couldn't bear it anymore and jumped into the water one after another from the small ferry. It was only at this moment that the threat from the rear was really reduced.

The Cooper River has a huge water volume and a vast drainage basin, and the span of the river sections is generally relatively large. The distance from the Wuta Camp Ferry to the other side is about a hundred meters wide.

The large amount of water and the wide open water surface make the Cooper River not only flow faster, but also contain many undercurrents, which can be seen from the way the ferries gradually speed up.

Some knights in the rear also made suggestions to find a few larger ships to catch up with them. However, because recently a caravan was attacked by orcs in the Cooper River Basin, the number of merchants was reduced a lot, and there were also many fewer ships here. In a hurry, , they couldn't find a ship to pursue at all.

Until this moment, there were finally no more persistent pursuers behind.

But the slaves also faced another crisis. Some of the slaves who jumped into the river just now could not swim, and the current was fast and there were countless undercurrents in the deep water. Even if they could swim, they might not be able to get back on the boat.

Loki felt someone grabbing his arm and pulling him hard towards the boat. He was not polite and followed the force and climbed onto the boat dripping wet.

Other slaves still in the water were not doing well, some of whom could not even swim.

Regardless of his physical recovery, Loki also helped save people.

But unfortunately, on these ferries, which did not even have oars, only a few slaves who were slightly closer could be rescued in the end.

In the dark turbulence, Loki sighed. He even saw a few figures who were still struggling just now. After their heads were submerged in the water, they never came up again.

Of course the half-elf boy knew in his heart that the death of these slaves had nothing to do with him.

But the guilt was fleeting, and Loki was very determined. He then shifted the responsibility for the increased hatred to Old Harvey and the big slave trader.

This group of human dignitaries who care so little about human life, it’s all thanks to them that everyone dies!

I’ll settle the score with them later!