120 miles southeast of Green City, there is a hill formed by geological changes. Although it is not high, standing at the top can see a large area of ??forest land. Ramesile's rescue team was overlooking the Unicorn King. Hora turned around and asked, "How do you know there will be a slave-catching team retreating from here? There are traces of humans everywhere in the forest, but most of them are used for misleading purposes." "If you make a mistake in judgment, the chance of finding them will be slim." "Remember the rainforest cat I rescued just now that was caught by the carnivorous vines?" Hora was surprised, Tiya Forest. There are actually other intelligent magical beasts. Could it be that Master Huiyan's investigation was wrong? He hurriedly asked: "What did the rainforest cat say?" Lamesilai looked serious, "It said: Meow——" The cold wind blew, and the elves all shivered. Hora stared at Ramesilai for a long time: "The elf's sense of humor is really special." The rangers behind burst into tears. Friends, this is definitely not Tia's humor. "Okay, actually this is a trap that has been prepared for a long time. As long as the slave-catching team retreats eastward, they will find several clean springs on the road, there will be fewer old vines and carnivorous plants blocking the road, and the ground will be drier and easier to travel" " Are they all for the elves? " "Well, we also planted some plants along the way to point out the direction. Of course, they are specially cultivated. The more experienced slave hunters are, the more likely they are to be misled, and they will eventually converge on this area. The unicorn marveled that even without the druids, the forest was the home of the elves. Hora looked into the distance, stepped forward, and invisible spells spread in all directions. 【Detect Evil】, an adult unicorn can release this spell-like spell in any posture, an unlimited number of times. However, the camp aura will be blocked by the dense forest, so you have to stand at a high place to see little bits of evil red aura emanating from the leaves. "I saw it, 19 evil people are marching at a medium speed outside us 20 miles away. However, you can't see your compatriots when detecting evil." As he said this, he drew the formation of the slave catching team on the ground again and again. "The recruits came over to look at it and said in surprise: "Dispersed formation? In the forest, looking for death? "If you don't disperse, you are courting death. The enemy has his own methods. I want to meet an acquaintance and hope to dig out his other eye." "One-eyed Wushi!" The recruit was surprised. "You know him?" Lamesile was a little surprised. "Of course." The recruit gritted his teeth, "One of my cousins ??who was a ranger was caught by the executioner, hung on a branch, and even gouged out his left eye. Ush was more cruel than the average slave catcher and would rather kill Even the dead hostages refused to be rescued. "It's good that you know that you are not allowed to attack without my order." When the rangers lurked near the slave-catching team, they immediately understood their formation and secretly cursed them for being shameless and despicable. Ush, nicknamed One-Eyed, walked in the center of the formation, carrying an elf anesthetized by a potion on his back, and two shield-wielding guards accompanied him for personal protection. Other humans travel in groups of two and three, like the three corners of an equilateral triangle. Each group of people carried a sack, and it was hard to tell whether it was an elf because it was so bulging. The two people carrying the bag stretched out a thin rope from their waists and connected it to the sack. The most maddening part was that it was written in Tiya language: There is kerosene, pull the rope, and the elf will die. The first priority of the rangers is rescue. If you want to successfully rescue, it is best to carry out a sneak attack silently. One-eyed Ush arranged a formation specifically for this point. If you want to get the elf on Jiuwush's back, you must first deal with the three groups of people around him, and the sack that is difficult to distinguish between true and false is connected to a rope with flint and can be pulled on. In this way, it would be impossible to snipe silently. Faced with Wush, who had a notorious reputation, the rangers could not take risks. As long as the rope is broken and then killed, the recruits are confident that they have such bow skills. His nocking arm was caught, and Ramesile emphasized the order with a stern look. "Observation, we must determine which sack contains compatriots." Wushi stuck out his tongue to moisten his cracked lips, and his only eye was shining. He has been crawling around in the forest for 20 years. Apart from the old and immortal pike, he is almost the longest slave-catching leader. As a profession with an extremely high mortality rate and a high rate of return, each slave-catching leader has his own survival secrets. Pike relied on cunning, and Ush clung to cruelty. Without this, he would be just like any other mediocre guy. Now, his intuition told him that the pointed ears had discovered him, hiding behind the shadowy leaves. But so what, they didn't dare to take action. On the contrary, these guysWushi turned to look at the side. His team only had 9 people, and the other team of 10 people was clearly different from them. The leader of that team is a big bald man, also nicknamed Bald Head. His secret is shamelessness. If he finds his sack formation, he will die.Come on with your face. Even when he showed his weapon, he still smiled mischievously. The bald man also caught two slaves and carried them on his back. One Eye was thinking about how to put some medicine in the food and snatch the goods when they set up camp. Ush led the two teams across a creek. The ground was muddy but the terrain was open. The elves had to keep distance if they wanted not to be exposed. Just as he was feeling proud, the lightning of his thoughts penetrated his brain, and Wush realized that he had made a fatal mistake. The mud at the water's edge was softer, and an experienced ranger could judge the contents of the sack from the depth of the footprints. Cold sweat slid down his forehead. If the ranger hadn't noticed Ush immediately made a decision. To hope for luck in the Tia Forest was to court death. "Enemy attack! Smoke!" "It's all fake, shoot!" Ramesilai's order was one step later than Ush. When humans pull the rope, the flint inside the sack rubs, and the sparks hit sulfur and other flammable substances, emitting a large amount of irritating smoke. The arrow shot at Wushi passed through his left cheek due to interference with his vision, leaving a transparent hole in his ear. The scene was chaotic. Although the elves had moistened masks, the orange smoke still stung their eyes. The accuracy dropped greatly in the mist of tears. The crossbow arrows shot back randomly by humans can basically be ignored, and they can't hit even if they stand still. During the chase, Wushi found that four of his men were dead, Bald lost five of his men, and one of his slaves was also robbed. One-Eye grinned ferociously, using terrain and tricks to escape tracking. That was pike's specialty, and One-Eye had its own way. "Stop!" Ush roared. The bald man was restrained, but the ranger's arrow did not stop. Raising the sword and putting it down, Ushgaga smiled strangely and threw a bloody object towards the ranger. It was the elf's little finger. "Back off." The rangers were furious, regretting why they didn't kill this scumbag first. No ranger retreated, so Wushi dropped his sword without hesitation, and another finger flew into the sky. The bald man did not have such strong determination, and the disabled slave was only one-fifth of the price of the intact slave. He put the tip of the knife on the only elf and shouted: "Get out of here! If you attack again, it will be your head." Ramesile stepped forward with a cold face. He could clearly distinguish the bald head's fierce look and the cruelty of the one-eyed man. Crazy, Wushi’s next sword definitely wasn’t his finger. “We won’t attack, we’ll stop his bleeding, right away.” Ramesilai said in common language. The one-eyed Ush ignored it. He looked at Lamesile provocatively, and the tip of his tongue slid across the elf hostage's face, like a greedy python. The slave-catching leader looked at the hateful faces of the rangers with admiration and enjoyed it very much. He defiantly let his men bandage his wounds and pack his backpack. Before the bald head was about to urinate, he gave the order to leave. The rangers glared at the slave catchers as they disappeared into the jungle. "Captain, they can't lie to us with sacks anymore. Let's stage another ambush and kill the leader directly." Ramesile shook his head: "Just because there is no barrier, if Ush is attacked again, the hostages will definitely die. You can doubt his Courage, but you can't question his ferocity." Hora walked out. He didn't participate in the previous battle because he was worried about the hostages. "Reorganize the team, let's go in front of them." "Didn't you say you can't attack?" the rangers were confused. "We still have special forces." Ramesilai glanced at the unicorn. "I have a plan, I need your help, and if I want to rescue, I need to compete with humanscruelly." On the way to escape, Bald Tou kept flattering him, and his familiar tone made One Eye feel particularly disgusted. Wush made up his mind to kill the parrot and seize the slave to make up for the loss. "Stop!" Ush stretched out his hand and pulled the hostage over, with the sword at his throat. He saw Ramses alone blocking the way. "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to discuss a deal." "Get out, or he will die." Wushi didn't believe a word of it. The ranger captain spread his hands, and his leisurely tone reminded the slave catcher leader of a ruffian: "Be enlightened, we are all here to support our families, you are, and so am I." "What do you want to do?" the bald head asked, and he thought he could solve it with his words. Just don't use the knife. "Five, I still need five human corpses to deliver to the Presbyterian Council. The remaining people can leave directly. And next time you come, as long as you bring enough corpses for me to get credit, I will make way for you." Wushi and Baldhead Looking at each other, there were exactly 5 people on each side. The bald man cursed angrily: "We are so stupid! You are trying to provoke us to kill each other with these two nonsense words. Why?" "Whythe benefits are unevenly distributed. Look, two teams and one elf, how can we divide them?" ?" "Hahaha" The bald man smiled with a red face, "It turns out these fake girls don't know how to count."nbsp; "Really? Let me count again, one" Ramesilai said, nocking an arrow and drawing the bow with extremely slow movements. The slave-catching team was facing a formidable enemy. They didn't believe that the elves dared to ignore the hostages, and the slave-catching team didn't want to believe it. In that case, no one of these people would be able to leave the forest alive, except Wush. "Boom." The bowstring shook, and Wushi almost cut the hostage's throat, but didn't, because he incredibly saw that the arrow hit the elf in the bald hand. “It’s still the same one.” Lamesile grinned.