There was a ride galloping across the grassland.

The man on the horse was a teenager who didn't seem to be very old, but considering his pointed ears, he was old enough for a human.

As the young man rode along, a large tribe soon came into his sight.

Wood is extremely scarce in the wilderness, so it is often not easy to build some buildings out of wood. However, this tribe has a wall of fire iron wood about ten meters high. This kind of wood is a very special kind of wood, and ordinary flames cannot ignite on it at all, so even in human countries, fire ironwood is often used as one of the important building materials for border towns or fortresses.

This tribe was able to use fire and iron wood as a wall, which shows its rich heritage.

And in the entire wilderness, there is only one tribe that can afford such wood, and that is the Storm Feather tribe.

As this ride approached, several guards of the Wind Feather Tribe, who were originally standing guard, also recognized this person, and they naturally knew that this person should be on patrol with a team today. According to the standard configuration of the Savage Lands, each tribe will arrange patrols for its direct territory to patrol the security of the territory, and these patrolmen can naturally serve as scouts and vanguards when necessary.

And each patrol team is made up of eight to ten people.

At this time, seeing the boy return alone, the other highland elves who were in charge of standing guard immediately realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Someone hurriedly asked, "Why did you come back alone?" What about the others? ”

"Detained." The teenager's face was so anxious that he almost cried.

But it's no wonder, after all, today's boy participated in the tribe's patrol mission with the team on the first day. As a result, he didn't expect that there was an accident on the first day, so how could he not be in a hurry? You must know that most of the people in the Wild Lands are the most lucky. In layman's terms, it is superstition, and they believe that if the first mission goes smoothly, or if something good luck happens, then it will be of great help for the rest of their lives.

Of course, if something unfortunate happens, then the rest of your life is probably going to be bumpy. And this kind of bump and bump can even affect the happiness of the marriage that follows - most men will not marry those women who encounter bad luck on their first mission; The same. Nor would a woman marry such a man.

"How did it get seized?" An elf who looked to be in charge of arranging the patrol mission quickly appeared in front of the teenager after receiving the report, "What happened to you?" ”

See your boss show up. Naturally, the teenager immediately began to tell the story of what had happened to them.

What happened was very simple, it was nothing more than that the boy followed the other seniors of the team to go on a five-day patrol mission - because the Wind Feather tribe was different from the ordinary second-class tribes, their direct territory was slightly larger than the average second-class tribe, and it usually took about five to eight days to arrange patrol missions. But even the other second-class tribes. In general, the patrol mission will be arranged for at least three days.

And generally when a patrol team has new people to join. In order for these newcomers to adapt to the work as soon as possible, the workload is usually not too high-intensity, so it is often five days. Originally, because of this teenager joining, the captain of this patrol team joked that their mission this time was good and could be completed easily, and it seemed that this teenager seemed to bring them good luck.

As a result, before they could say this, they encountered a team of humans on the road.

In the wilderness of the region, which can already be regarded as a deep hinterland, it is naturally a very shocking thing to encounter the human team. So the team was stunned for a moment. Then, as all patrols in the land would make, they attacked the human team.

Considering the first attempt at patrol by a newcomer. Therefore, the strength of this team is stronger than the average patrol team - this is also the protection measure of the elven tribe, if it is a barbarian tribe, there will be no such good thing, after all, the elven tribe is notoriously difficult to give birth. Of course, all the elven tribes are not happy to see the future of their tribe due to an accident that leads to their death due to the first mission. Therefore, this patrol team with newcomers is not only led by a high-ranking golden powerhouse, but there are also two powerhouses in the same team who are also golden-level powerhouses, and the rest are high-ranking silver masters, and everyone is also an experienced person.

However, such a team with extremely rich strength and experience was all knocked down in the face of the attack on that human team. What made the young man even more incredible was that he couldn't even see how the other party made a move, he only felt that after a whirlwind, all of them had fallen to the ground, and their mounts were more like hell, they didn't dare to turn back at all, and fled away in all directions.

From beginning to end, everyone, including the teenager, had no idea what was going on.

However, the other party did not hurt the killer, but made them breathe a little sigh of relief.

Because after seeing the strength of the other party, everyone in this patrol has already understood one thing, they are not the opponent of the other party at all. Then things were much simpler, the other party just asked about the identities of himself and the others, and then let the boy come back to report the news, as for the others, they were very "politely" left by their side as companions, saying that they wanted to ask them to lead the way to the Wind Feather Tribe to talk about something.

After listening to the young man's description, the commander who was responsible for arranging all the elven patrol tasks of the Wind Tribe immediately turned pale, obviously becoming extremely angry. In an instant, a violent momentum emanated from his body, turning into a shocking air flow and roaring, this was a powerhouse at the peak of the lower Sacred Domain, and he was only one step away from the realm of the Middle Sacred Domain.

Soon, the alarm sounded in the Wind Feather Tribe, and the news quickly reached the ears of the Wind Feather Tribe.

I have to say that the Wind Feather Tribe's work efficiency is indeed extremely fast, perhaps because they still maintain the vigilance of long-term battles. In a short time, the order from the Captain of the Wind Feather Tribe was issued, for the patrol commander to lead people to rescue their compatriots, and to teach those outsiders a hard lesson.

Considering that these people were able to easily defeat a well-trained patrol team, many of whom were masters of the Golden Realm, the patrol commander also realized that the other party was likely to be a powerhouse of the lower Sacred Realm. The so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other side can win all battles, so the patrol commander asked how many people the other party had shot before, and after getting an accurate answer that the other side had only four people and only one person, the patrol commander pondered for a while, and then set off with a huge number of thousands of people.

The size of thousands of people is naturally nothing for the Wind Feather Tribe. After all, as one of the three major elven tribes, almost all the elves in the entire wilderness land were led by these three tribes, and compared to the ordinary second-class seats, the Wind Feather tribe was naturally much larger in scale. Therefore, the size of thousands of people is only the number of a regular army of the Wind Feather tribe, but considering that this army has always been the vanguard of Wind Feather as the vanguard army, and it is also the unit with the highest mortality rate, the actual combat effectiveness is naturally not low.

This is a fourth-tier army.

I think back then, when Vivien was only a high-ranking golden powerhouse, she was able to fight a lower-level Sacred Domain powerhouse with a fourth-level army of 5,000 people who was seriously injured and defeated. At this time, the number of this army is also 5,000 people, but in addition to the patrol commander who is a powerhouse of the Holy Domain, there are two other powerhouses who are also of the lower Sacred Domain, and there are more than a dozen powerhouses of the Golden Realm.

This scale can be described as vast and powerful.

Soon, the army was led by the young man and the human team that had captured seven patrolmen of the Storm Feather tribe and was heading towards the Wind Feather tribe.

This human team is naturally five people: Sean, Harding, Cecilia, Heatley and Nolo.

And the one who shot all those patrol officers to the ground was naturally Nolo.

Only he was able to capture them all alive without harming the Feather of the Wind Clan. Although Harding was able to capture them alive, he must have shot without knowing the severity of the shot, and maybe he would hurt a few people in the process. As for Cecilia, it would be much easier to have them burned to death while running and charging than to capture them alive. If it weren't for the pointy ears of these people, Sean would have killed all these guys who attacked him, after all, they have done a lot of these things along the way.

But since you're coming to "visit" the Wind Feather Tribe, you're of course going to be as polite as possible. If they kill the members of the Wind Feather Tribe, then I'm afraid that no matter how much benefit they bring, the Wind Feather Tribe will only draw their swords against them. Therefore, as long as Sean and the others see that it is an elf along the way, they will be merciful, as for how to deal with it if it is found that it is not the Wind Feather tribe after interrogation, it depends on the mood of Sean and others.

At this time, Sean looked at the mighty army in front of him, he raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Yohe, the scale is quite huge." ”

However, compared to Sean's appearance that he was still able to talk and laugh, the commander of the other party's army, the patrol commander, instantly felt a big head when he saw Sean and the others. (To be continued......)

PS: Six more, 20,000 words, the limit. It's night, I'm tired too, let's rest early, good night!