"You probably forgot that I am his follower, and you have to hire him together if you hire me!" Remit pointed to Deren with pride and squeezed the latter, with a look of "How is it, I'm so nice."

And this seemed to remind Vincent.

"Okay, I won't fire him." The young archer showed a strange smile on his face. He squatted down to look at the old cave savage and induced him in a row, "Look, although you are just his follower, I still treat you equally. The commission you give you is definitely no worse than what you give him! Why not compare with 50 copper cloths all day long?"

"Trade!" Remitt immediately smiled proudly, "You human is pretty good!"

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The village of Charles was one of the few small villages that traded here and thus formed the Belita Market.

The long Beileta Market has two gates: South Gate and North Gate. Outside the north Gate is the road that once led to Jumo City, but it has been abandoned for many years and has become a forest again. When you go out of the south Gate, the wide stone paved road is quickly divided into many dirt paths, leading to the nearby small villages.

The village of Charles is not far from Belita.

At 1:30 p.m., the group left the Belita Market and marched in a carriage. At about 4 p.m., they saw a small village with smoke rising from cooking, which was the gathering place of humans named Charles.

However, Vincent did not mean to visit the village, but instead parked the carriage directly at the entrance of the village, and then walked towards a small hill west of the village with six mercenaries and a foreign magician.

"What Lord Vincent wants to hunt is the sub-intelligence race called the 'Mountain Savage'." Jeff whispered to Dellen, glanced at Remitt next to him, and quickly added: "Ahem, of course, all those killed are the lost savages who have been polluted by the dark aura, and they can no longer be considered sub-intelligence creatures."

"I know those rude guys." Remitt snorted, "A mountain savages, a group of stupid savages who live on the mountain, only know how to drive away flies and pick their feet... Don't look at me, our cave savages are civilized and wise races. The knowledge recorded in our savages is even more and more long than you humans..."

"The opposite is true for the mountain savages! They are a group of guys with muscles in their minds! They are called sub-wisdom races that are all praised!"

"The mountain savages and cave savages are enemies!" The old cave savages gritted their teeth.

"Don't you live underground all year round? Where did you get the deep hatred?" Daren interrupted in confusion.

"You must not imagine that those guys invented an evil game to pass the boring time of eating and picking their teeth! That is, waving the big wooden sticks and constantly smashing the moles that popped up from the cave! But those guys have never been very smart. Our cave savages occasionally popped out to see the scenery and breathed fresh air, and were often mistaken for moles..."

Old Remit said, and rubbed the big bag he bumped out on the flying boat guard last night with lingering fear, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memories.

"..." It feels so picture-like, Daren understood it all at once and glanced at the old savage with sympathy.

"So I know them very well." Remitt quickly changed the subject, "Although those guys are a little shorter than ordinary humans, their arms are very strong, at least, not worse than your trainee warriors! The weapon is a wooden stick that never leaves hands, and some have spikes on it... The only way to attack is to smash! Throw it hard from top to bottom! The word skill does not exist in the dictionary of mountain savages. I think even if it becomes a heartless monster, it should be similar."

"Yes." Jeff nodded repeatedly, "We hunted a lot yesterday, and this is indeed the characteristic..."

"Dalen, fight later. Remember to raise the shield and your head will be shrunk!" said the young man in yellow. "Don't move around. Lord Vincent will shoot arrows in the back. If he moves around, it will be bad if he accidentally hurts... Our mission is to block the footsteps of the lost mountain savages, don't let them interfere with Lord Vincent's archery. I believe he will kill all the monsters soon."

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This hill seemed to have been the living area of ​​a group of normal mountain savages.

You can see the simple camp from afar, with some broken mud utensils by the stream, and traces of burnt fires.

But now, under the pollution of the dark aura, the mountain savages in the entire camp have turned into heartless monsters...

A short and strong figure with vigorous hair, surrounded by dirty animal skins, was wandering aimlessly with a large wooden stick. Their red eyes could be seen through their loose hair, and drooling drool flowed to their chests. Occasionally, they would let out a irritable roar and suddenly smashed a few huge rocks with the stick in their hands. I don’t know how the stones messed with them.

At first glance, Daren saw dozens of unscrupulous mountain savages on the small hill ahead, so the total number near this camp may be more than one hundred.

"Stop here." Vincent made a silent gesture, "I'll shoot a few arrows and lead a few, it's best to pray too much... Of course I don't mind, but then you will be in danger."

Everyone became a little nervous after saying this.

"Swoosh--"

An arrow with an iron-clustered wooden pole suddenly flew out from behind the small mound where everyone was hiding.

Everyone's eyes moved with the arrow, up and down, watching it cross a high parabola and falling down the chest of a heartless mountain savage who was just poking!

[Jeff said it well, Vincent's archery technique is very powerful.]

Such thoughts arose in Daren's mind.

With Gene, Daren, naturally, knows how difficult it is to ensure accuracy while shooting at high shots!

The lost monster who was hit screamed and fell to the ground on the spot.

However, its screams aroused the alertness of several nearby mountain savages. They roared and searched here.

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"They are here!"

“There are four!”

"Put the formation! Get ready to face the impact!"

With Vincent's order, six mercenaries, including Delen, raised their large shields in their hands in order, shoulder-to-shoulder, with shields next to them, forming a "steel wall"! And they hid behind the small mound and did not go out to fight, preventing more mountain savages from forming an encirclement.

Just a moment later, four crazy and heartless mountain savages bypassed the small mound. When they saw everyone, they immediately ran over with excitement and roared and strides.

"Bang bang bang!"

The four large wooden hammers quickly fell on the shield like crazy hail.

Amid the scattered sound, Daren immediately felt a huge impact from the other side of the shield. This force was so great that it even made Daren's arm hurt through the shield! Fortunately, the six people were side by side, and the sticks of the four mountain savages did not always fall on Daren's shield, and the others also shared a lot.

The mountain savage is worthy of being a fool who is described by Old Remit as a "muscle-brained" one. He clearly has a row of hard shields in front of him, and the hardest hard bones to crack, but he doesn't know how to take two steps!

Instead, he stood in front of the six people carelessly, throwing his arms around and smashing it hard.

But at this time, Vincent took action.

After four mountain savages arrived at the small earth slope, they had already left the sight of the large group of companions. Afterwards flew out from Vincent's bow, two of the mountain savages were continuously hit by arrows and blood was poured on their chests, and they soon fell straight down!

At the same time, Remitt sneaked to Deren's side at some point, and a bone staff quietly stretched out from under the shield that Deren's raised, and poked it twice.

The only two remaining savages in the mountains turned into stone sculptures in an instant.
Chapter completed!