Two or three hours is not a long time.

But in such a harsh environment as the knife wind, it seems to be a bit long.

Andre was actually a little worried, slave hunters like them were naturally used to lurking in all kinds of harsh environments, let alone two or three hours, even if it was more than ten hours. However, after observing the situation for a while, Andrei was slightly relieved, at least the situation was not as bad as he imagined, and almost everyone could get used to this boring wait.

Needless to say, how could they be bothered by these swords from the Savage Lands? The Northland barbarians, on the other hand, have long been accustomed to the tenacity and patience of surviving in a harsh environment, and at this moment they still have special cloaks on their bodies, so it is naturally impossible to feel that there is any problem. Cecilia and the sword-wielding priest Tini, one a magician and the other a priest, were accustomed to silence, and they were both meditating to keep their combat power at their peak.

Only Sean, who seemed to be a little unable to stand such a long wait, had curled up in a ball and was sleeping.

Protecting him were forty Northland barbarians, who protected Sean, Cecilia, and Tini in the middle.

I don't know what the road is about, Andre looked at the scene in front of him where the Northland barbarians protected Sean and the others, and felt like seeing a huge furry monster sleeping.

Outside the cave, the wind continued.

It was about two hours before Andre woke Sean up.

"It's time?" Sean asked.

"Yes, my lord." Andre was a little embarrassed, he really didn't know what words to use to evaluate this lord.

As a result, Cecilia and Tini soon ended their meditation.

Although Tini also became a priest with a sword, she returned to her old ways. And with the stabilization of Eswinter's kingdom of God, she has also obtained a lot of divine powers, and she is faintly about to re-enter the silver realm, but after all, there is still a half-step difference, and she is not as good as Shefanio in the mastery of divine arts, about which Sean guesses that it should be a bloodline relationship.

At least, Tini, who has also mastered the magic of group ice armor, can only function ten people at most like the players in the game, and this is because Tini herself is supported by the foundation of the Ice Church. According to Shefanio and Tiny, if it is a priest or priest with a sword who has been retrained. Unless they are extremely talented, they can only use six or seven people at most.

However, the Divine Officers cannot be calculated in this way, because the Divine Officers have a special amount of sensing and resonance, which can enhance the scope and effect of the divine arts. However, the minimum standard for this resonance is 500 people, and the scope of action can probably reach 30,000 people. This cost performance is quite good, and Sean estimates that he will be able to cultivate such a battle god corps when he can really cultivate it. It will probably be a year from now. Just in time for the war with the kingdom of Dabion.

At this moment, when everything was ready, the team began to form an attack formation and proceed to the cave.

The passage of the cave is not narrow, and it can be seen that the people who opened the cave in the first place were indeed thinking about future generations, and a series of rules did ensure safety. It's a pity that all the rules set by people will definitely have the possibility of corruption and adaptation. Because humans are the race that likes to be tricky and lazy the most.

As soon as he entered the cave, Sean immediately felt an unusual coldness.

Although he also wandered in the wilderness back then, he did not enter through the gateway of the Gap Rift, and later changed with a series of events. I didn't have much to do with the Duchy of Lane, so I didn't care too much about the situation here.

After entering the cave at this moment, Sean felt an unusual atmosphere, because according to common sense, it is impossible for a cave like this to be without wind, because the cave is not sealed, but has three entrances and exits, so the air flow must be circulating.

But in the cave, Sean didn't feel it. And under normal circumstances, unless it is an ice cave, no matter how cool the inside of a cave is, it is impossible to get close to sub-zero temperatures. And in such temperature conditions, there will definitely be a frost reaction, but in this cave Sean did not see this, there was not even a trace of frost on the mountain wall, not even the slippery traces of water.

Everything looked as if the temperature had been kept constant by some strange magic.

"What a strange cave." Sean frowned slightly.

"My lord, there are three of these caves, and we slave hunters privately call them Fire Caves No. 1, 2, and 3, which means fire, and are our refuge and resting base." Andre replied in a low voice, "There were people who were curious about the situation in the caves, and even spent a lot of time investigating, but it is said that after four or five years of investigation, nothing strange was found, and the final conclusion seems to be that the situation of the caves was constant with magic when these caves were opened. ”

Constant Technique, this kind of magic is not a low-level magic, at least it can only be used by a strong person in the middle of the Holy Domain. But even so, this kind of magic has a time limit, and generally speaking, it is very good to be able to maintain it for about ten years, and only gods can really keep a substance and the like.

It's kind of interesting. - Sean nodded secretly after looking around the cave.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

For a player, anomalies in any one place can attract a high level of attention, but whether they can solve the puzzle and whether there is really something hidden is another matter.

But no matter how you look at it, the Gorge Rift is really not normal at all!

Sean was still thinking about the situation in the cave, and Andre next to him had already pulled Sean, and when he came back to his senses, he found that there was a faint fire shining not far ahead. It was the temporary camp of the slave catcher team in front, but because it was in a cave, of course it would not be possible to set up camp, and naturally there were no wooden fences and tents or anything like that, but more than 70 people occupied a corner, and then slept with their backpacks as pillows, and more than ten fires were raised around them as warmth.

However, because of the distance, only the figures can be seen, but the specific situation is not very clear.

"Your Excellency?" Andrei asked quietly.

Sean's team. It was originally a preparation for a sneak attack, so entering the cave did not raise the fire. And the cave is very dim, and it is actually difficult for ordinary people to see the environment clearly if they don't hold torches, but Andre's slave catching team has more than five years of experience, and he has long been accustomed to the terrain, and there are orcs, gray elves, dwarves and other races in the team, dark vision is not a problem for them at all, and the northern barbarians and bear people also have dark vision.

The only problem was Sean, Cecilia, Tiny and Andre and a few other humans, but with the help of others, it wasn't much of a problem. So at this moment, it has been touched within a distance of tens of meters. The other party still hasn't found out, maybe even the other party's slave catching team didn't expect someone to attack them in this situation, after all, they don't have slaves now, and they are not enemies, so there is no value and need to do it at all.

It's just that. Sean has never been one to play his cards by reason.

He wanted to attack this slave catcher purely because it was a member of the kingdom of Dabion.

"Shoot first." Sean spoke. "How many people can be hurt, how many people. Let the bears build a defensive line first. Prevent the impact of the other party. ”

All the arrangements were quickly translated into concrete orders and were conveyed.

Forty bears immediately stepped forward cautiously, and then lined up, just enough to form a defensive line so that the other side would not bypass the defensive line. Sean glanced at it, judging by the bearman's size. This cave can accommodate about six or seven humans of normal size walking side by side, which immediately aroused Sean's curiosity, because according to normal logic, a cave is only used to temporarily shelter from the sword wind. There's no reason to make it so spacious.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Behind the defensive line constructed by the bears were forty Northland barbarians who had already drawn their bowstrings. The Northland barbarians were not good at shooting, and they were not good at using weapons, but under the education of William and Reina, as well as the Long March led by Alfred, it naturally became no longer a problem, not to mention that after the corresponding materials increased, there were enough arrows for these Northland barbarians to conduct shooting training, although the time was not long, but at least it also improved a lot of experience.

In this dispatch, in addition to the normal standard configuration, each Northland barbarian also had two bags of arrows, one bag of fifty standard iron-headed arrows, and the other bag of thirty enchanted armor-piercing arrows. These armor-piercing arrows were bought by Sean in the trading capital, and later one was placed on the basement floor of the Black Swan Castle, and a total of 1,200 enchanted armor-piercing arrows were brought out this time, which shows how much attention Sean attaches to this time.

At a distance of tens of meters, it is a target that cannot move, and no matter how stupid the Northland barbarians are, it is impossible to shoot off, not to mention that they have also received a certain degree of training.

So when Sean gave the order and forty arrows shot out in a volley, the slave catchers who were still asleep immediately let out a panicked howl.

In fact, as Andre expected, these slave catchers who drank a little wine to warm up lost their previous shrewdness because of the strength of the wine, and when they woke up after being attacked, they did not immediately launch a counterattack and defense, but fell into a two-second sluggishness, obviously their brains were still a little unable to keep up with the situation. And in such a situation, how could the Northland barbarians, who had fought several tough battles and ruthless battles, miss it, so the second wave of arrows immediately poured out.

However, in the blink of an eye, the slave capture team targeted by Sean had at least more than ten killed and more than a dozen wounded.

At this moment, the other party finally realized that they were under attack.

Almost instantly, the slave hunters immediately picked up their weapons to defend themselves, and even began to organize a counterattack. But the dozen or so arrows that came in fragments were not a deterrent at all for the people who had already been prepared on Sean's side, and several bear people judged that they just raised their impact shields to intercept them at will, and these arrows were blocked one after another, and they didn't even have the strength to nail them to the shield.

And Cecilia, at this time, had already finished chanting the incantation, and a fire dragon roared and appeared on everyone's heads, completely reflecting Sean and the others who had been lined up in the army. At this moment, Sean even heard the frightened sound of the other party's slave catching team gasping coldly. (To be continued.) )

PS: Telecom actually stopped my broadband, ORZ...... Just came back from paying the fee. The scene of a sea of people is really a bit scary.