With his long limbs, Abel nimbly squatted on the canopy. He was as agile as a monkey in the forest. Once, Dark Spear offended a nearby bandit group, Silent Flame. Although they didn't have as many people as Dark Spear, all of them were villains who dared to kill. When the Swarm of Bees charged over, the Dark Spear was the one who cried out in pain. However, Abel ambushed the other party's leader and blinded one of his eyes with a whistling arrow. As a result, he was chased in the forest for three days and three nights.
During those few days, Abel spent almost all of his time on the tree. He brought Silentflame and his men around the forest, and in the end, he took the risk and brought them into the territory of a large bandit group. While the two sides were fighting, this kid sneaked back. Rick, who thought that Abel was dead, thought that he had run into a ghost when he saw the youth return. It turned out to be a false alarm.
The sound of horse hooves approached.
Abel stuck to the tree trunk like a squirrel. He slowed down his breathing and naturally integrated into the current environment. He didn't deliberately observe the situation on the road. His gaze fell on a fixed point through the gaps in the trees. This was his method of scouting. No one taught him. He had to figure it out by himself.
Not long after, he heard the sound of people talking. Mixed with the sound of the horse hooves was the squeaking of wooden wheels. Judging from the sound, it was a small caravan with less than 20 people. It was the best target for Dark Spear to extort.
The youth waited patiently and wasn't in a hurry to inform them. He still had to figure out the specific number of people and the number of guards. He didn't have to wait too long. After a few breaths, two big horses passed by his sight. On each of the horses was a young Knight. One was slightly older, wearing a fiery red armor and carrying a dark green spear beside the horse. Abel secretly paid attention to him. The other was much younger. His rare silver hair reminded Abel of the white snow in winter.
The two Knight seemed to be talking about something and soon passed by Abel's sight. At this moment, the silver-haired Knight turned around and looked at the place where the teenager was hiding. Abel immediately stopped breathing. Fortunately, the silver-haired Knight only glanced at him casually before turning his head away. Abel heaved a sigh of relief.
Next were two horse carriages, one carrying passengers and the other carrying goods. There were guards on both sides of the carriage and at the back. Abel counted and found that there were ten of them.
Two carriages, ten guards, and two Knight leading the way were exactly the size of a small caravan. Abel smiled faintly, thinking that old man Rick had been complaining about not having any meat to eat for the past few days. If he didn't fish up some oil, he would starve to death. But now, there was a fat sheep that immediately came to his door. He called out a few times in the tree with the sound of some kind of animal. A moment later, a black-furred raccoon drilled out of the grass, climbed up the tree crown in two or three steps, and scurried to the youth's side. This was Abel's pet. The youth gestured at it and threw it a nut. "Go, tell the old man that there's meat in his stomach."
The black raccoon tilted its head and glanced at Abel. Then, it picked up the nut and ran away. Abel carefully slid down from the tree. The youth stepped on the soft mud barefoot and silently followed behind the caravan, lest they leave his line of sight.
"An interesting kid. His concealment methods are first-rate. If it weren't for his body temperature being too ostentatious in that cold forest, I'm afraid I would have ignored him. "Allen whispered as he combed his mount's mane.
Fares smiled and said, "It should be a scout. Do you want me to take him down?"
"No need. Let's see what fish we can catch." Allen shook his head and said, "It just so happens that I can understand the general situation in the Land of Darkness."
Fares frowned and hesitated to speak.
Allen smiled and said, "Alright, Guild Leader Fares. I know what you're worried about, but I also said that this trip to the north is not a trip to the mountains and rivers. We're going to fight our way up from the Iron Spear Leader and flatten all the rocks blocking the way. Only then will the road be clear. Only when the road is smooth can we do business. "
"If I knew that Sir's so-called trade route was not dangerous, I would have hesitated a little. I definitely wouldn't have agreed immediately like that day. Now, Reggie has already started to persuade me to quit when I get to Satin. "Fares smiled bitterly.
Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "But if you say that, it means you don't want to quit, doesn't it, Guild Leader Fares?"
"The empire is martial, and the north is the most. You don't often say that the northerners always look down on the people of the Southern Territory. If it weren't for the fact that there was an iron spear in the Southern Territory, Hoey would have been so arrogant. Then this time, I will let the Northern Territory know that not only does the Southern Territory have Hoey, but we also have us now. It's useless to talk about this kind of thing. Only by doing it can they shut up. "Then what better way to shut up those proud roosters than to fight all the way to the Northern Lands from here?"
Allen pointed forward and said indifferently, "But if we can't even break through the Dark Lands, what's the point of going north? Let's just go home."
Fares's eyes lit up a little. Although he wasn't as heroic as Allen's words, he was a little more confident.
At this moment, a sharp howl sounded from the road ahead, as if it was blown out by something. The sound was ear-piercing, and everyone frowned. The horses of the team bore the brunt of it, and they all uneasily scratched their hooves. It seemed that these howls could still cause the horses to react. Allen and the others hurriedly comforted their mounts. Finally, the long howl stopped. Following that, thirty to forty people rushed out from the black forest on both sides of the road. They held seven or eight flagpoles of different lengths, and the gray flag cloth floating on them was painted with a black spear pattern.
Allen glanced at Fares and said, "What's your background?"
Fares's expression was strange. After a long time, he said, "I don't know."
He added, "I recognize all the bandit groups that can be called in the Land of Darkness." This one … this one really doesn't know … "
Without making things difficult for the upright Guild Leader, Allen smiled and said, "It's fine if you don't know. Maybe you're not someone who can get on the stage. Then no wonder Guild Leader Fares doesn't know you."
Then he looked ahead.
These so-called bandits didn't look right. None of them looked very strong. Not only that, but these men weren't young either. The youngest looked like a middle-aged man, while the old ones simply bent their backs. At this moment, someone in the crowd coughed dryly and strode forward, "We are Dark Spear. This is our territory. If you want to pass through here, you have to pay a poll tax! "
Allen narrowed his eyes. The one who spoke was an old man. There was an ugly scar on his bald head. Although he was a little short and fat, he still had a bit of an imposing aura when he stood in the crowd. After the old man finished speaking, another youth rushed out of the forest and ran to the old man's side. Allen recognized him as the person who was guarding the black tree and immediately smiled at him.
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