Chapter 196: The Enemy in the Dark Forest (Part 1)

The chief representative of the Seme tribe was waiting in the hotel.

The middle-aged man in his forties has a thin figure and dark skin. He has a dark blue tattoo on his cheeks. His pair of light brown eyes shine, giving people a very alert feeling.

When the Holy Blade Team appeared, the Semen could not hide his joy and excitement.

He couldn't wait to ask the old lion: "Sir Samurai, can we set out now?"

"Of course!" the old lion smiled and said, "Don't forget the conditions you promised me, we will bring your tribe back to the fortress safely!"

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

He received the sacred blade represented by the Seme tribe and left the wild fortress and soon entered the secret forest.

Six warriors, two shamans and two archers are quite reasonable in terms of combat duties. Leon, the old lion Gucci, and Odniz, three third-level crazy soul warriors, are the core of the attack, and Larsen and the other two warriors are responsible for protecting the two shamans.

Fei Li brought another longbowman as a scout. The entire ten-man team had both offense and defense, and had a balanced strength as long as they did not encounter a powerful opponent at level 5, they would have the power to fight.

And the chief representative of the Seme tribe, Gonggo, was not a burden, he became the best guide in the team.

The Seme people did not become a samurai or a mage, but as the indigenous people of the secret forest, their familiarity and adaptability to the forest environment are difficult for mercenary adventurers to reach.

Many of the Semu people who settled in the wild fortress all work part-time as guides of the mercenary squad.

The boundless forest seems to be a huge maze, which makes people who are deeply involved in it lose their direction involuntarily. The canopy that covers the sky and the sun blocks the sun, and the unbridled vines are everywhere, forming numerous obstacles.

Fortunately, the mercenaries were not weak, and the two shamans did not drag their feet. Although they were far less powerful than warriors such as Leon, they were still walking steadily through the forest.

With Gong Ge's leadership, the Holy Blade Team was not slow at all.

At noon, Gongo found a small river that was hidden among the trees.

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

At the suggestion of Gongo, the mercenaries cut down the rattan trees with their battle axes and tied up two rafts, and headed from the water to the ruins of Gossas deep in the forest.

The water level of the underworld in the forest is only seven or eight feet deep. Although it is going upstream, there is no problem for the warriors with soul power.

The warriors used thick and long wooden poles to support the boat. The shamans who had been running with the team for a long time could finally sit down comfortably and rest and recover their strength.

While sailing on the river, Leon and Seme representative Gonggo started to talk to find out the specific situation of some Banga tribes.

The Banga tribe was originally a large tribe with thousands of tribes, but in the last beast tide, they unfortunately encountered an attack from a group of monsters, and most of the tribes died in that disaster.

Later, someone told the Banga tribe about the location of the wild fortress and taught them to speak the common language on the mainland.

In order to survive, the remaining tribesmen migrated east under the leadership of the tribe chief and finally arrived at the ruins of Gossas.

However, near the ruins, the Banga tribe encountered a team of human adventurers with bad intentions and was forced to stay in the ruins of the ruins. In desperation, people sent to ask for help from the wild fortress.

"It's been several days since I came to the Wild Fortress. I really don't know how they are now..." Gong Ge's eyes were filled with unconcealed anxiety.

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

The adventures of the four tribes in the mainland's secret realm in the Holy Land have profoundly changed the fate of these native natives. It is said that the emergence of the beast tide is closely related to the behavior of the four tribes in the Holy Land. The Seminary people will definitely be affected by the fish.

This is the tragedy of backward races. Under the invasion of more advanced and powerful civilizations, unless they undergo qualitative changes, they will become vassals as the best result.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dense forest became more and more unfathomable. The roars of monsters from the depths of the jungle were rising one after another, and night was about to come.

The night in the secret forest is dangerous. Although the team did not encounter dangerous monsters along the way, and the river several feet deep could not accommodate powerful water monsters, the mercenaries did not choose to rush around overnight and leaned the raft to the shore to prepare to camp and sleep in the open.

For a veteran mercenary team like the Holy Blade, camping in the wild is very common. The warriors found a relatively clean and flat place nearby, used machetes to clean up the vines, and quickly erected the tent.

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

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

Although this place is only considered a near edge area of ​​the secret forest and there will be no truly powerful monsters, there will never be any mistakes when you are careful.

After the tent was built, Fei Li and another archer ignited a bonfire. The red flames dispelled the darkness and drove away the moisture in the jungle.

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

Fei Li, who was busy by the bonfire, glanced at Leon and whispered: "It's such a luxury to bring bread!"

If the mercenaries who enter the secret forest adventure do not go back and forth on the same day, they usually carry enough dry food, usually jerky with salt, and 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 cost-effectiveness is quite poor.

Leon smiled, picked up the toasted bread and took a bite, and said vaguely: "There is a proverb in my hometown that you will not bring money without death. If you need to spend what you should spend, why bother yourself to be wronged?"

He reached out and took out another long bread stick from his bag and handed it to Feili: "I have it here, let's share it together."

Although the two had a little unhappy in the morning at the Mercenary Union, now they are in the same team and are comrades-in-arms. Leon takes the initiative to extend an olive branch to Feili in order to enhance the cohesion of the team, not because she is a beauty.

Odniz, who was sitting on the other side, showed a smile in his eyes, obviously agreeing with Leon's kindness.

Fei Li snorted coldly, the frost on her face melted a lot, but she did not pick up Leon's bread.

However, another archer next to him who was also a leopard, reached out to grab the bread, smiled at Leon and said, "Thank you, Brother Leon!"

The archer is named Kaka. He is the youngest and weakest in the team. He has just turned 20 this year and is a second-level elemental shooter.

In addition to the inherent seventh-level and third-level rank, the warriors of the Beamon Beasts can be roughly divided into three categories.

The first type is the mad warrior who tends to attack, the second type is the shield warrior who tends to defend, and the last one is the elemental warrior who specializes in elemental soul skills. The three major warriors each have their own characteristics and abilities, and they are all indispensable to the core force of the Beamon Beast clan.

Although archers with soul cores are essentially samurai, they have developed a unique professional system and become independent.

With the soul core and being able to use soul power, the archer's ability is greatly improved. The available power directions are also divided into three categories - sharpshooter, elemental shooter and assassin.

The sharpshooter focuses on the cultivation of soul power, pursues ultra-long killing distance and precision, and has strong defense-breaking ability. He is like a sniper on the battlefield.

Elemental Shooters give the arrows a spell-like effect, including flame arrows, frozen arrows, thunder arrows, etc.

The last type of assassin abandoned the longbow and turned to the use of crossbows and daggers, stealing and hiding the Dark Night assassination and proficiency in everything.

In the Holy Blade Team, Fei Li is a sharpshooter and Kaka is an elemental shooter. The cooperation between the two gives the team a powerful long-range attack ability.

After dinner, Odeniz arranged on duty.

Leon was assigned to midnight, with the old lion Guchi.

………

"Revenge, this is definitely revenge!" The old lion opened his sleepy eyes, opened his bloody mouth and yawned, and wrapped his body hard with a blanket: "Damn, this old guy Odniz still holds a grudge against me for stealing his bottle of rum!"

The secret forest in the secret realm is stuffy and humid during the day, but it is very cold at night, especially when it gets up in the middle of the night, it is not a comfortable thing to be on duty.

Leon laughed silently. He reached out and touched his bag, took out a metal wine pot and left it with him: "I have it here, I'll give you a try!"

In fact, how could a level 3 crazy soul warrior be afraid of the cold? This old guy is just complaining.

"Not bad!" The old lion immediately smiled and couldn't wait to unscrew the lid of the pot and pour a big mouthful.

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

He flipped his wrist and turned out a wooden box like magic.

Just as Leon was about to open the lid, his expression suddenly sank, his dark eyes shone with sharp light, and he suddenly turned his head to look to the left.

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

But Leon's intuition told himself that something was lurking there and peeping at the camp!
Chapter completed!