"Is this the Demobile Valley?" Going north and avoid contact with Molia's Greek army as much as possible, Mobis and his men finally arrived at the hidden pass mentioned by the old man. Sure enough, they are really rare. Since the economic center of South Peloponnese moved, many classical towns have lost their wealth and have been successively invaded by foreign invasions and natural disasters. Therefore, the Demobile Valley has such a desolate scene, as mentioned before, which is an excellent place to hide.

The old man riding a tall horse and wearing a cloak shrugged slightly and said, "It's this place. I think you can finally believe me now. I believe that even Justinian will not be able to find this place for a while. Please feel aggrieved and others during this period."

"Well." Mobis nodded, and had to admit that it was very difficult to find such a place, and it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. It can be said to be the safest place at present. Even though he had always been disgusted with Leosgros, he did not object to anything else. Then he signaled his subordinates behind him to follow. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he entered this valley, the threat brought by Justinian could finally come to an end. After all, the shadow brought by Justinian before was too deep. Now they only want to settle in one place and wait for the end of this mission.

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The Demobil Valley, as a dangerous place, was once a place that many ancient Greek city-states often competed for, but now it has been forgotten by most people. Its outer edge is a dense vegetation, vines and branches blocked the view, and along the hidden path, the Venetians finally entered the valley. Looking at the cliffs around, Mobis felt that everything was too deserted, so that this place actually made him feel uncomfortable. But soon, Mobis shook his head and threw this idea to the other side, which was very unlucky for marching and fighting.

Looking at the old man riding a horse in front, Mobis suddenly remembered something and asked casually: "By the way, when will your master's affairs end in Tripolis? Lord Wenier gives us limited time." This time, they took this great risk to sneak into the Molia area to find out the truth and collect information about Justinian, but because of the limited time, Mobis and Leosgross took a separate action. But Mobis always felt that the cunning man should have something to do and hide something, so he deliberately or unintentionally wanted to explore the old man's words in front.

But the old man riding a horse led the way smiled and did not answer directly, but said, "Please don't worry about this. The Duke is not surrounded by the Duke, so why would he do anything else? After that, I believe the Duke will contact us."

"I hope so." Seeing that the other party was so nervous, Mobis was suspicious and had more speculations, but he remembered that he had indeed placed someone next to Leosgross, but he was not as worried as before. After all, this place was beyond Tripolis. So despite his doubts, Mobis had to believe the other party for the time being.

With his men, Mobis finally entered a circular valley under the guidance of the other party, but when the empty valley entered the man's vision, he was a little confused. Apart from the bare stone, there was nothing here, and there was no place where the food and grass that the other party had previously claimed was hoarded.

This scene puzzled Mobis, looking at the old man with his back to him, and asked, "Is this here? You have not led the wrong way!"

"Of course there is no more, Lord Mobis." The old man in a cloak replied in front of him, and he was still calm and slowly moving forward in the face of the questioning.

"Where is the food? In this place where birds do not shit, do you want us to starve to death here?" Mobis, furious, couldn't help but raise the whip in his hand, but the next second the man seemed to remember something suddenly and stopped, and his expression became a little wrong. Mobis then realized that the old man who was already riding a horse had unknowingly distanced him by more than ten meters.

It was not until this time that the old man who took off his cape turned his horse's head and looked at the Venetian behind him. A mocking expression appeared on his face, and the wrinkles on his face became even more ugly and ferocious.

"Did you realize it's not right now? Lord Mobis, it seems that I really look down on you!" The old man laughed out loud with a little teasing meaning, but Mobis' first reaction to this was not anger but fear.

He shouted almost in a screaming voice: "Catch him!"

With a command, the two best warriors around Mobis rode up on their horses. Although they didn't understand what was going on, the Venetians felt a little uneasy when they looked at this scene.

But looking at the Venetian who rushed up to catch him, the old man was calm and unhurried. He cracked his mouth and revealed his incomplete teeth and made a scammering laugh.

"What a pity, it's too late!"

"Swish—Swish—" Two sounds, two bows and arrows shot out from the top of the valley at an extremely fast speed. The two riders riding on war horses had no time to react. The seated war horse was shot directly and fell to the ground and lifted the two of them off the saddle. They fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up.

Looking at this scene, all the Venetians from Mobis were shocked and finally realized the danger was coming.

"There is an enemy attack!" Mobis roared, and the other Venetian riders drew their long swords from their waists to prepare for battle. It is obvious that the so-called Demobil Valley is not a hiding place at all, but a trap that has been prepared long ago.

I saw that on the bare mountain, the ambush who had removed the disguised ambush surrounded the Venetians who had entered the range of bows and arrows. At the previous mountain pass, the ambush who had already been hiding, the Venetians' last way was cut off. At this moment, Mobis finally realized the fear of real death. But he was staring at the sneered old man opposite. It was obvious that all this was the arrangement of Leosgros, but Mobis wanted to know why the other party did this!

"What do you want to do?" Looking at the ambush several times that of his own, Mobis finally understood that he was fooled. Leosgros just wanted to cut the bridge across the river. This was a trap that had been designed long ago! But Mobis still didn't understand why the other party did this, and he was willing to use this method. Leosgros had a common enemy with them, and he was expelled from a place without any standing, but why did he have so many more people under his command!

"Of course I'm cleaning up you for Lord Leo, otherwise?" the old man said softly, his words filled with bone-broken chill.

Close together, the Venetians could only be back to their backs at this time, but no one knew it would be of no use. Just aiming at them with condescending archers would be enough to become a fatal threat.

What should I do? Are I struggling to death or waiting for death?! Thousands of thoughts came into my mind. Mobis, who was sweating in his nervous palms, looked at the calm old man and finally spoke: "Do you know what the consequences of what you are doing now? Leos Gross will not forget who took him in the sea like a betrayal dog!"

In this situation, Mobis thought about it and could only temporarily use the power of Venice to deter the Greeks in front of him to achieve the goal of delaying time.

However, the old man did not respond to this at all. Instead, he looked down at Mobis who was at slaughter, and said, "It will not be a problem for you. Although this place is a trap specially set for you, there is one thing I did not lie to you. That is, this place is really rare. Even if all of you present are buried here, you will not be discovered. Even if your master Baron Vernier wants to investigate, you will have no clue at that time. And this confusing account will naturally fall into Justinian's hands. Who will doubt us? And more importantly, your death will allow the Duke to return to Moria and regain what originally belonged to him."

In the eyes of this old man, these Venetians were already dead, so he expressed Leosgros' true ambition without hesitation, which was to satisfy the other party's wish before his death.

But Mobis still had a question in his heart, looking at the other party and asked, "But if that's the case, why did you want to save us before? Wouldn't it be safer to fall into the hands of the Greeks?"

Seeing that Mobis still had such questions, the old man shook his head and said helplessly: "It's not because you are too useless. You almost fell into Justinian's hands so quickly and almost destroyed the entire plan. So instead of taking risks, it's better to clean up you here. With the temperament of that little fox, you will definitely track it down to the end. As long as you trip him here, the higher the chances of the Duke's success in Tripolis. Can you rest in peace now? Venetians? No matter how delayed the time, there will be no other result. Since you stepped into this land, you have been dead!"
Chapter completed!