Chapter 196 Traces of Enemies in the Dark Forest

The chief representative of the Semu tribe is waiting in the hotel.

This 40-year-old middle-aged man has thin and dark skin, dark cyan tattoos on his cheeks, and a pair of hazel eyes are shining, giving people a very shrewd feeling.

When the Holy Blade team appeared, the lustful man could not hide his joy and excitement.

He couldn't wait to ask the old lion, "Lord Samurai, can we go now?"

"Of course!" The old lion smiled and said, "Don't forget the conditions you promised me. We will take your tribe back to the fortress!"

"Please rest assured..." The middle-aged man raised his right hand and pressed his heart, bowed his head and bowed respectfully to the mercenaries: "Our Banga tribe will never forget everyone's help!"

Received the sacred blade represented by the Semu tribe and left the barbarian fortress and quickly entered the secret forest.

Six warriors, two shamans and two archers are quite reasonable in terms of combat. Leon, Old Lion Gucci and three third-level mad warriors of Odniz are the core of the attack, and Larson and two other warriors are responsible for protecting the two shamans.

Fei Li takes another long archer as a scout. The whole ten-person team has a balance of attack and defense. As long as she does not meet a strong opponent at level five, she has the power to fight.

And Gongo, the chief representative of the Semu tribe, was not a burden, and he became the best guide for the team.

Secular people do not have the talent to become warriors and mages, but as the indigenous people of the secret forest, their familiarity and adaptability to the forest environment are beyond the reach of mercenary adventurers.

Many Semu people who settled in the barbarian fortress are part-time as guides for the mercenary team.

The boundless forest seems to be a huge and unparalleled maze, which makes people who go deep into it involuntarily lose their way. The canopy blocks the sun, and the unscrupulous vines and plants are everywhere, which constitutes a lot of obstacles.

Fortunately, the mercenaries were not weak. The two shamans did not slow down. Although they were far less strong as warriors such as Leon, they still walked vigorously through the forest.

Coupled with Gongo's lead, the speed of the Holy Blade team is not slow at all.

At noon, Gongo found a river hidden in the bushes.

There are many streams and rivers hidden in the secret forest. They are like the dense intertwined blood of the forest land. If you are familiar with the waterway, it is a shortcut.

At Gongo's suggestion, the mercenaries cut down the rattan trees with a tomahawk and tied up two rafts from the waterway to the ruins of Gosas deep in the forest.

The dark river in the forest is only seven or eight feet deep. Although it goes up against the current, there is no problem for the warriors with soul power.

The warriors used thick wooden poles to support the boat, and the shaman who ran with the team for a long time was finally able to sit down and rest comfortably to recover their strength.

In the boat trip to the river, Leon and Semu's representative Gonggopan talked in order to understand the specific situation of some Banghal tribes.

The Banga tribe was originally a large tribe with thousands of people, but in the last wave of beasts, they were unfortunately attacked by a group of monsters, and most of the people died in the disaster.

Later, someone told the Banga tribe about the location of the barbarian fortress and taught them to speak the mainland franca.

In order to survive, the remaining clans migrated east under the leadership of the tribal chiefs and finally arrived at the ruins of Gossas.

But near the ruins, the Banga tribe encountered a team of malicious human adventurers and was forced to stay in the ruins of the ruins. They had no choice but to send people to the barbarian fortress for help.

"I've been in the barbarian fortress for several days. I really don't know how they are now..." There was unconcealed anxiety in Gonggo's eyes.

"Don't worry, we will try our best!" Leon comforted.

The pioneering adventure of the four ethnic groups of the mainland in the secret land has profoundly changed the fate of these natives. It is said that the emergence of the beast tide is closely related to the behavior of the four ethnic groups of the mainland in the holy land. The lustful people have definitely suffered from the disaster of the pond fish.

This is the sadness of the backward race. Under the invasion of more advanced and powerful civilizations, unless there is a qualitative change, they will become vassals as the best result.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dense forest became more and more unfathomable. Warcraft roars from the depths of the jungle came one after another, and the night was coming.

The night in the secret forest is dangerous. Although the team did not encounter dangerous monsters along the way, and the river a few feet deep could not accommodate powerful water monsters, the mercenaries did not choose to rush overnight and leaned the raft to the shore to prepare for camping.

For a senior mercenary team such as the Holy Blade, camping in the wild is very common. The warriors found a relatively clean and flat place nearby, cleaned up the vines with a machete, and quickly erected a tent.

The middle-aged fox shaman in the team took the animal skin pocket in one hand and sprinkled special powder around the camp.

These powders can drive away poisonous insects, mosquitoes and ants, and can also cover the breath of the mercenaries. The shaman even laid a small temporary warning array.

Although this is only the near edge of the secret forest, and there will be no really powerful warcraft, it will never be wrong to be careful.

After the tent was set up, Fei Li and another archer lit a bonfire together. The red flames dispersed the darkness and drove away the moisture in the jungle.

The iron pot full of water was put on the bonfire. Leon took out the rye bread with dried meat from his bag and baked it by the bonfire. The unique aroma of the bread suddenly fluttered in the small camp.

Fei Li, who was busy by the bonfire, glanced at Leon and underestimated in a low voice, "It's a luxury to bring bread!"

Mercenaries who enter the secret forest adventure will usually carry a sufficient amount of dry food if they don't go back and forth on the same day. Generally, they mainly eat dried meat with salt, and very few people will bring bread.

This is because bread is expensive and takes up a lot of space. From the perspective of filling the stomach, it is not as good as meat, and the surname price ratio is quite poor.

Leon smiled, picked up the baked bread and took a bite, and said vaguely, "There is a saying in my hometown that there is a saying that if you don't bring money to death, you don't take it away. Why should you wrong yourself if you should spend it?"

He reached out and took out a long bread stick from his bag and handed it to Fei Li: "I still have it here. Let's share it together."

Although the two were a little unhappy when they were in the mercenary union in the morning, now the same team is a comrade-in-arms partner. Leon took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Fei Li in order to improve the cohesion of the team, not because she is a beautiful woman.

There was a smile in Odniz's eyes sitting on the other side, which obviously agreed with Leon's goodwill.

Fei Li snorted coldly, and the frost on her face melted a lot, but she didn't go to pick up Leon's bread.

On the contrary, another archer of leopard descent next to him reached out and took the bread and smiled at Leon, "Thank you, Brother Leon!"

The archer, named Kaka, is the youngest and weakest in the team. He is just 20 years old this year and is a second-class elemental shooter.

In addition to the inherent seven-level and three-level warriors, the warriors of the Bemon Orcs can generally be divided into three categories.

The first type is a mad warrior who is biased towards attack, the second type is a shield warrior who is biased towards defense, and finally an elemental warrior who specializes in elemental soul skills. The three major warriors have their own characteristics and abilities, which are indispensable for the core force of the Bemeng orcs.

Although the archer with the soul core is essentially a samurai, he has developed a unique professional system, thus becoming the existence of reading power.

After having a soul core and being able to use soul power, the archer's ability has been greatly improved, and the choice of power directions are also divided into three categories - sharpshooter, elemental shooter and assassin.

The sharpshooter focuses on the cultivation of soul power, pursuing an ultra-long killing distance and accurate and strong defense-breaking ability. It is similar to a sniper on the battlefield.

The elemental shooter gives the arrows a spell-like effect. Flame arrows, frozen arrows, thunder arrows, etc. are all their specialty.

The last type of assassin abandoned the long bow and used the crossbow and dagger instead. He was proficient in stealing and assassinating in the dark.

In the Holy Blade team, Feili is a sharpshooter and Kaka is an elemental shooter. The cooperation between the two makes the team have a strong long-range attack ability.

After dinner, Odniz arranged the personnel on duty.

Reon was assigned to watch midnight, together with the old lion Gucci.

......... "Revenge, this is definitely revenge!" The old lion opened his sleepy eyes, yawned his mouth, and wrapped his body with a blanket: "Damn it, the old man Odnez still hates me for stealing his bottle of rum!"

The secret forest is sultry and humid during the day, but it is very cold at night. Especially in the middle of the night, it is cold. It is not a comfortable thing to be on duty.

Leon laughed hoarsely. He reached out and touched it in his bag. He took out a metal wine jug and threw it away: "I still have it here. I'll give you a taste!"

In fact, how can a third-level madman be afraid of the cold? This old guy is nothing more than scratching.

"That's good!" The old lion immediately smiled and couldn't wait to unscrew the lid of the pot and take a big mouthful.

"Drink slowly, it's all yours!" Leon laughed and said, "I have something better here."

He turned his wrist and magically turned out a wooden box.

Just as Leon was about to open the lid of the box, his expression suddenly sank, and his dark eyes glowed sharply. He turned his head and looked to the left.

There is a dark jungle, and the faint light of the bonfire is unable to penetrate the shading of the vines, and the dark silence.

But Leon's intuition tells himself that something is lurking there to peep into the camp!

(to be continued)