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Forty-Seven wasn't so lucky to have a tracker by his side to show him the way, and from another point of view, the lack of reprimands from the side made him relax, and on the fifth day, he was still wandering around the cold wasteland that looked like nothing as far as the eye could see.

Finally, there is something different, a slope appears in the line of sight of Forty-Seven, although it is not high, but at least you can expand your field of vision a little, maybe you can find something, the best group of innocent thieves are squatting on the other side and drinking without knowing whether they are alive or dead, and they have never thought of finding someone to kill so much effort...... Wait, this slope is a bit weird.

Looking down at the ground beneath my feet, the soil on this slope seemed to be softer, with signs of churning, and as if there were one or two stalks of grass mixed in—but there were no shrubs on or near the slopes, not a single grass.

Is this angle pushed out?

Forty-Seven closed his eyes and reopened them a moment later, he didn't know if his eyes' new features, similar to the infrared night vision devices they had been equipped with in the past, could penetrate the dirt and rocks, but he had to try it to find out.

Forty-Seven's worries were unnecessary, and he glanced at his feet, and couldn't help but wonder, humans are really imaginative creatures. Under the thin sand and gravel, a humanoid form of life reacted impressively, and he had been standing on the body of this unlucky guy for a long time.

Forty-seven stepped up slightly, and there was a slight sound below, as if it was the sound of a wooden board breaking, hoping that the kid's waist would not be broken like this.

Forty-seven pretended not to hear it, untied the great sword from his back, and plunged it into the sand and stone with a "poof", piercing through the plank that was blocking the man, just between his two strands.

But there was still no movement.

I'm so patient, I want to see what you look like. Thinking of this, Forty-Seven thrust one hand into the earth and stones, and violently lifted the wooden board that covered him, and grabbed the man below and pulled him up, and as the stones and dirt fell, a thin thief like a bush branch appeared in front of Forty-Seven.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, hero, don't kill me!" the man's head shook like a wave, and his thin neck seemed to bend several times, so that Forty-Seven feared that his head would be shaken off by himself.

"Keep your cloudy eyes open, look at the Monarch of the Demon Realm, and if you don't tell the truth, I'll burn you to ashes with the fire of hell!" Forty-Seven roared at the thief in the tone of Abazig, the wings behind him spread like the fangs of the Great Serpent. The thief's cheeks and collar were immediately blackened by the flames that erupted from forty-seven mouths, which immediately stopped the fellow's shaking of his head.

This is the base of a group of thieves, the thieves went out to rob, leaving themselves to look after the house, originally wanted to go out to breathe, but saw forty-seven coming from a distance, and hid underground in a hurry, but was still caught. That's all the information that the thief who has been scared so incoherent can provide.

"Finally came to this place. Custer flicked his ears a few times, and the location of the mobile sentry was roughly clear.

He motioned for the two knights to try to reach as quietly as possible towards the dead end on the left, where his bow and arrows were useless and had to be pried off in a primitive way.

Hit three left eyes, cut off a head, and they could push forward a little more.

On the fourth day, Jossen and the others found the base of the thieves, which was a ring of low-rise houses, not tall, but covering a large area. However, Qiao Sen never imagined that a group of thieves in the cold wasteland would have hundreds of minions, and they were quite heavily guarded.

"How many people are there this time?" asked Josson in a low voice, as he looked at a pair of Custer who could barely match the ears of sonar equipment.

"It's going to be a little busier than it was just now. Still in his left eye, Custer drew another arrow and stared at it.

Repeatedly swapping places, masking the sound, and choosing the best stealth route, Qiao Sen was already sweating slightly, but the effect was very good, they could already see that in the corner of the square, several minions were playing with a captive.

They are dressed in different ways, and some of them can be said to be completely messy, and their dirty fingers are wantonly venting their malice on the snow-white flesh.

The naked woman ran in all directions in fright, drawing lewd laughter and obscenities from the audience, and several unspeakable guys chasing after her.

And that's just the corner of the hustle and bustle of the square.

"It's all beasts. The light of the great sword burst out.

Forty-seven looked around, but he didn't expect that there was such a spacious hidden nest underground, and although the sparrows were small and well-equipped, there was a room with the words "Reading Room" marked on the door, and it seemed that the thieves were also working hard to improve their own qualities.

"Where are all the people you took from the Chamber of Commerce?" Forty-Seven bowed his head and asked the thief who was trembling in his chair in a vicious voice.

"Chamber of Commerce stronghold? No, we haven't been to the Chamber of Commerce stronghold!" the thief continued to shake his head, as if he would hang up if he didn't shake his head.

"And they sent you an invitation?!" Forty-Seven-One grabbed the thief by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"There really isn't! There are only a dozen of us in the thief group, and we don't dare to attack the idea of the Chamber of Commerce's stronghold, and the soldiers who stay there are all tricky guys!" Just as this guy's head looked like it was about to shake off, it suddenly stopped: "Wait! I may know who did it, I'll sue you, please let me go!"

Forty-seven put him back in his chair and motioned for him to continue, while a gadget on the table next to him caught Forty-Seven's attention, and Forty-Seven picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand to observe it carefully.

"Whitebeard Thieves! They must have done it, they passed by here not long ago, escorting a lot of goods and slaves, and even a few Night Elves, who were bragging to me, of course I don't think so, I'm the leader...... However, the Whitebeard Thieves are indeed a powerful bandit group, and we little thieves can't compete with them at all...... Look, they sold me that thing in your hand, saying that it was a powerful new weapon, and it cost me almost all my savings, how could this iron ball be worth so much money...... Let me tell you the truth, the people of our thieves group did not go out to rob at all, but were poached and taken away by the whitebeard thieves group, woo woo woo woo, whitebeard ......"

"What's the name of your bandof thieves, the Straw Hat Bandits, or the Clown Bandits?"

The man shook his head and stood up, and stretched out his right hand in an exaggerated stupid pose: "Powerful head shaking thieves! I am Alexander who shakes his head from the head of the regiment! This hero, fortunately I will be lucky to be ......" When he said the latter sentence, he began to whisper again.

In the square, the three trackers are locked in a bitter battle.

Milia's irrepressible sense of justice and the ensuing reckless actions when he saw such a brutal and evil entertainment scene of the thieves made the three of them fall into a situation from which they could not get out, so that they had to take the wrong strategy of attacking the center.

Fortunately, it was dusk at this time, otherwise Custer might just be a burden to the two paladins.

The minions that surged up like a tide did look quite bluffing, but the minions were minions after all, and they couldn't pose a real threat to the three of them, and they were shocked by the powerful combat power of the two holy warriors and a night elf, and the minions were just shouting more and doing less, but obviously the closer they got to the center of the ring complex, the greater the resistance they encountered, and the little minions they encountered were even less like small minions