"hehe"

Youke sneered after hearing this.

He concluded that this was impossible to happen and was full of confidence, "Haha, I'm afraid they won't come out! We have been capturing slaves for so many years. If those old guys were determined to fight to the death, could they still wait until now? I'm afraid they are thinking of some ethnic group.

Continuation, hiding inside and lingering. What's more, now they are forced to the door and dare not come out, which means that the people in this holy land do not have the strength to crush our 'Narwhal Group'. There is no sixth level

, If we really have to fight head-on, are our equipment still afraid of these primitive savages? They’re here and we’re all done.”

""

Only then did all the minions suddenly realize

On the cliff at the edge of the holy land, the beheaded bodies of the Daru tribesmen were thrown down one by one.

The young druids on patrol spread the news back to the village.

At the same time, in front of the sacred tree house of the Emerald Holy Land, the Deer Chief and the Wolf Grannies led the Daru people to pray devoutly.

For hundreds of years, prayers have never been answered.

But they are still pious.

Without the Archdruid, they have lost the ability to communicate with the God of Nature.

The sound of gunfire could be heard from time to time on the edge of the cliff to the east, and the slave-catching group was using artillery to test the restrictions of the Holy Land.

Boom, boom, boom

Every time, it seemed to shake the hearts of the tribesmen.

After praying, the elders discussed how to deal with this inevitable crisis.

Outside the tree house.

The Daru people are very excited.

Especially the young druids, all of them were eager to go out and fight the enemy to the death.

"Lord Patriarch, let's go out and fight those damn slave-catching groups!"

"Yes! Even if we don't go out, those greedy humans will come in sooner or later."

""

Compared with the impulsiveness of young people, the dozen or so old people sitting around the round table in the tree house seemed much more rational. But their eyes were also gloomy and full of helplessness. The crisis of genocide made everyone breathless.

.

"Now that the Holy Land is discovered, more and more slave hunters will come. If high-level professionals really come, even if there are restrictions on the Holy Land, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to hold on for long."

"Master Patriarch, we think we should think about a way out. Let us old guys stay in the Holy Land and arrange for the young people to move. There is no place for us in the Silent Forest anymore. Let's go to the east of Luge Mountain. Although there is

It’s dangerous, but at least it can give the tribe some hope of continuation.”

""

The day in Silent Forest is not too long, and the sun is already far to the west at noon.

The three of Su Lun have already reached the depths of the Silent Forest, and they still have half a day's journey to reach the Emerald Holy Land.

However, before they reached it, they suddenly heard the sound of intensive gunfire.

The Silent Forest is filled with adventurers who hunt for monsters and treasures, as well as slave hunting groups. Sporadic battles are normal.

But this time, the fighting news came from a different direction.

Yuta's wolf ears twitched slightly, and after listening attentively, he discerned the direction. A deep worry suddenly appeared in his crystal eyes, and he asked uncertainly: "The sound of gunfire seems to be coming from the direction of the Holy Land?"

Su Lun heard the same thing and said: "It is indeed the southwest."

Yuta's expression was solemn as she listened. Without any delay, her hands turned into wolf claws and she climbed up the giant tree on the side.

Su Lun wanted to understand the situation, so he also untied the spider spear and followed.

The two climbed to the top of the tree, and their view suddenly broadened.

The weather is very good today and the visibility is very high.

Su Lun narrowed his left eye slightly, and the excellent sight distance of the Omniscient Eye allowed him to clearly see that the direction of the fire explosion was indeed the edge of the Emerald Holy Land!

Yuta also discerned something, and his expression changed, "Something happened in the Holy Land!"

The two got off the tree, and Su Lun told Mr. Jing the situation.

The three of them did not stop, but went to the Emerald Holy Land as quickly as possible.

Juta turned into a white wolf and ran on all fours, traveling very fast in the jungle.

Not to mention Mr. Jing, as soon as the light and shadow passed by, the person teleported a thousand meters.

In contrast, Su Lun is not good at running long distances, so he can only ride on Jutta.

Not long after, the three of them had arrived at the place where the sound of gunfire came from.

On a huge tree far away, the three of them stopped and observed.

They saw that the dense forest in the distance was in full swing. A large slave-catching group with more than 3,000 people was cutting down trees to build a camp. The roar of steam logging machinery was endless, and the giant trees hugged by several people fell one by one. These people had probably arrived.

After a few days, the camp has begun to take shape and looks ready for long-term operations.

Su Lun recognized the flag, thought of some situations, and said: "That is the 'Narwhal', one of the three major slave trading houses of Lu Ying. Such a large group of three thousand people usually has a group leader.

About level five strength."

They also saw the grizzly bear tribesmen locked in wooden cages.

While they were observing, they happened to see a heavily armed slave-catching team escorting several people to the edge of the cliff.

There is dirt and blood on the cliff that has coagulated into clots. You can tell what these people want to do without even looking.

Yuta's face turned ugly, "Those people want to lure the tribesmen in the Holy Land out!"

Su Lun frowned and murmured in his heart: "Greed is really the bad root of human nature."

The slave business has always been full of blood, but looking at the scene in front of him, his face was also very gloomy.

"I'll go for a minute!"

Seeing that several tribesmen were about to die in the hands of the slave catchers, before Su Lun and Yuta could react, Mr. Jing jumped down from the tree next to her. She pulled it casually, and the golden-patterned cloak enveloped her whole body, giving off a domineering feeling.

The incomparable aura swept towards the slave camp like a torrent.

The Isaac family has an alliance with the Daru tribe, so it is naturally impossible for Mr. Jing to just watch the Daru tribesmen being killed by these people.

Originally, when encountering this kind of situation, even if Juta's strength was no longer what it used to be, extra caution was needed.

After all, the combat effectiveness of such a large slave-catching group cannot be evaluated solely based on the rank of a few top professionals.

A well-trained group of 100 people can cross levels to surround and kill professionals of a higher level. Such a large team of thousands of people with well-equipped equipment may also have a fifth-level leader, not to mention sixth level, normally seventh level

Professionals may not be able to get benefits. Not to mention whether there will be some cursed objects with strange effects.

But that's generally the case.

Juta watched Mr. Mirror rushing into the camp head on, and wanted to follow him to help.

Naturally, Su Lun would not hide.

The two looked at each other, saw the thoughts in each other's eyes, and jumped down.

Su Lun guessed that Mr. Jing's action was definitely not as simple as stopping this killing. With her coming, the entire slave business in Northland might change!

There must be a big fuss today to scare the monkeys, so this face will be used. Su Lun didn't expect this face to appear on the wanted poster.

He also pulled it easily, and the same golden-patterned cloak was draped on him.

"Who are you!"

"No, someone broke into the camp!"

"Everyone alert!!!"

""

Mr. Mirror rushed in front, followed closely by Su Lun and Juta.

The men in the slave-catching group watched them rushing over, holding guns and cannons one by one and pointing them at them.

Snipers on the towering sentry tower also aimed at them.

Mr. Jing did not take action immediately, but stood there and shouted: "Call your group leader over."

Not long after, a thin middle-aged man with gold teeth in his mouth walked out of the main tent, leading a group of fully armed men.

Su Lun sensed that the man with gold teeth was really a fifth-level professional, and several people around him were also fourth-level ones with strong auras.

Moreover, this group of people has the vigor and vigor of an army. You can tell by looking at them that they are powerful.

Level 5 professionals are already considered masters who can intimidate a party, and they also have their own arrogance.

The man with gold teeth squinted his eyes and looked at the three people in front of him, a cold light bursting out of his eyes.

Under any circumstances, forcing your way into someone else's camp is an act of declaring war.
To be continued...