Among the continuous khaki-colored mountains, the carriage roads are like gray and white cotton threads, winding and winding among the yellow rocks. A few clusters of small green trees are sparsely distributed, just like some green ink accidentally splashed on the yellow canvas.
The afternoon sun fell on the edge of a high rocky cliff among the yellowish mountains.
Four young men in khaki hunting suits were lying quietly under the shade of a fruit tree. They were gnawing red round fruits in their hands while staring carefully at the bottom.
Below was a gray and white driveway, in a gap between two cliffs.
The four of them were lying on the cliff on one side, staring closely at the cracked lane in the middle.
The four of them are three men and one woman in total, which looks like a small team.
"Garon, let your butterfly fly a little further east. See if you find anything?" One of the young men with a kind face whispered. "We've been waiting here for so long, but we didn't find anything. Didn't it mean that the robbers are the easiest to do it here?"
"Let me give it a try." A handsome young man with blond hair was leaning against the trunk of a tree. It was Gallen who came from Iron Tank City. "My fluorescent butterfly is too conspicuous in this terrain, and the maximum control range cannot exceed 3 kilometers."
"Now we can't do anything but be silly." Goethe lay on his back on the ground, holding a fruit in one hand and gnawing hard. Five or six cores had already been lost beside him.
"Be patient." Jessica replied quietly.
click.
Goethe gnawed the lipstick fruit hard, with a bored expression on his face.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon more than half an hour passed.
"I found it!" Gallon stood up suddenly, "I found the robber!"
"Exact location? I'll let the panther pass!" Andy stood up immediately after him.
Garen frowned.
"The robbers have just evacuated, we may be one step too late."
"Don't worry about it, let's talk about it first."
The four of them got up one after another and hurried towards the direction Garen pointed at.
Along the khaki and gray-white slope of the stone mountain, the four of them quickly descended the mountain and climbed up to another small stone mountain.
Just after turning over the hillside, the four of them were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Several white bullock carts overturned on the ground, and the black cattle pulling the carts fell in a pool of blood, surrounded by swarms of blowflies.
On an area the size of a football field, corpses were strewn all over the place. The stench of blood continued to evaporate, giving people a feeling of tightness in the chest.
The corpse stretched for a full thirty to forty meters, and there was no living person in the driveway from left to right.
The four members of the Black Panther team just stood there for a while, but Jessica couldn't help covering her mouth and retching.
Andy took a deep breath, frowning and scanning the scene in front of him. "It's too miserable. Let's see if there are any survivors."
Gord patted Jessica on the shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Although he also looked pale and uncomfortable, he obviously had much more patience than Jessica.
"fine."
Garen's face remained unchanged, but his brows were slightly frowned.
"I've seen worse places before. Now is not the time to talk. Hurry up and see if you can find any survivors. The robbers have just left. If they turn around again, it will be troublesome."
Gord snorted.
"It's better to turn around, this kind of scum should all be arrested and sentenced to death!"
"I'm afraid we don't have the ability." Andy walked to the pile of corpses and began to examine them carefully.
The more you check, the more ugly you look.
"There are at least three totem masters making moves! One of them is obviously Type 2!"
"Type 2." Goth didn't speak anymore. "It's impossible for a type-two totem master to be short of money! How can he become a robber?"
No one answered him, which is why everyone wanted to know.
Garen might have guessed something, but he didn't say it.
The four began to look for survivors in the pile of corpses, spreading out from the middle to both sides to check.
After a while, there was a voice of surprise from Jessica.
"I found it!! Come on everyone!"
Garen turned his head and looked over there, only to see that Jessica was opening a wooden board of the carriage, and took out a white swaddle from a hollow inside.
"The baby is alive!" Jessica exclaimed excitedly.
The four quickly gathered together and formed a circle around Jessica.
I saw the baby lying in the swaddle and sleeping soundly, being held and shaken by Jessica a few times, but he didn't wake up. Looks like he's fast asleep. It's just that there are a lot of tear stains in the corners of the eyes that haven't completely dried, obviously crying for a while.
Andy put his hand over the baby's forehead and nostrils.
"Fortunately, I'm not sick, and I'm breathing normally. I've asked the Black Panther to report to the nearby picket team. Someone should be here soon."
Garen stood aside and watched the three of them gathered around the baby. He tried to find the memories of this period of time from the pictures he saw. Unfortunately, the pictures didn't contain everything, and only the extremely important parts were recorded. Down, there is no record of this ordinary moment.
He raised his head and looked at the blue fluorescent butterfly hovering in the sky above his head. Suddenly his expression changed.
"Be careful, someone is coming! It's a robber!"
"How many people?" Andy asked calmly.
"Five people!" Garen's complexion changed slightly, "Three of them all have totems!"
"Quickly retreat!"
"It's too late! Hide quickly. They're so fast!! Get down! Breathe!" Garen immediately fell into a stone groove beside him.
Andy and Jessica also quickly climbed in, bent down, and carefully placed the baby beside them.
Only Goth was unresponsive and hadn't figured out what to do.
Garen pulled him hard, tore the guy off, and poured it into the groove of the stone.
"Ouch! You."
"shh"
Garen quickly pointed to his mouth.
On the far right of the corpse scene, at the corner of the driveway, a group of figures in black robes came out quickly.
The daylight was bright, but they were all wearing black robes without any impurities, and even their heads were tightly covered.
There were five people in black robes in this group, and the one who took the lead walked in the front, with a black robe embroidered with white borders. The most noticeable thing was a giant black python hanging on this man's shoulder.
At a glance, the giant python looked like a thick black thread, hanging on the right shoulder of the man in black. This snake seems to be similar to ordinary snakes, except that it has a third eye at the center of its brow. It is a green vertical pupil.
Three pale green eyes stared coldly and cruelly at everything around them, spitting scarlet snake core from time to time.
"It's a three-eyed black python!! Damn it! It's a Type 2!" Andy scolded in a low voice, "How can a Type 2 totem master be a robber!"
"Shh..." Garen felt a pinch on him.
Andy stopped talking immediately, his voice was very low, but the other party seemed to hear something faintly, and looked over here unexpectedly. There was some doubt in his eyes.
The four of them were startled, and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.
Garen also felt his heart pounding.
The second type is the totem master or silver lamp master whose totem has evolved to the second form. He has personally seen the battle scene of a Type 2 totem master.
His teacher, Aining, was beaten by a Type 2 totem master and almost died. He is still recovering slowly. If it was the previous world, the strength of this kind of Silver Lantern Master would definitely surpass that of a B-rank, and if he angered the other party, he would be like a human-shaped nuclear bomb, but the range is not as large as that of a nuclear bomb.
Garen now also understands that most of the silver lamp masters are ordinary Type 1 totem masters, and those who are qualified to evolve into Type 2 are all people with the support of different organizations.
With the silver light of his current fluorescent butterfly, not to mention the second type, even the first type silver lamp master, or totem master, he can't break the opponent's silver light.
This is the most troublesome point.
Garen himself knew very well that although he had some experience in combining secret martial arts and totem moves. But it's okay to deal with mortals, but it pales in comparison when it comes to silver lamp masters. It is estimated that it would take a dozen or twenty minutes for a Type 1 silver lamp master to stand up and let him fight through the defense.
In the field of silver lamp masters, in fact, only those who have Type II totems can be regarded as real silver lamp master totem masters. Because starting from the second type, the totem will have a great variety of improvements. Many have special abilities.
It's just that the resources and knowledge needed by a Type II totem are a jaw-dropping number.
Crouching in the groove, Garen also saw the pale faces of the three people around him.
"The three-eyed black python is the type 2 totem of the black python. I have seen the ability." Andy said in a very soft voice, almost exhaling. "Garon, don't come out, the third eye of the three-eyed black python will release green corrosive light. You don't have a core totem, so you can't stop it."
Garen's heart shuddered. Nod.
After bowing their heads for a while, the four of them didn't dare to vent their anger. They could only listen to the approaching footsteps on the driveway, and didn't dare to look up at all.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then stopped at a certain position.
"Gaduma, Angis Ladinhut." A young woman's voice sounded, and it was completely incomprehensible.
Garen frowned and looked at the rest of the people. Andy shook his head, expressing that he didn't understand. Goth simply looked blank. Only Jessica.
Jessica glanced at the three of them, and began to translate into Kuwaitan, showing the three of them the correct word by word.
Iron Tan City is nominally a vassal state of Kuwaitan, and the lord of the territory here is also involved in the royal family of Kuwaitan, so they have always spoken Kuwaitan with a slight local accent.
But what the black-robed woman said sounded more like some kind of dialect from the south, which was very convoluted.
Jessica began to translate sentence by sentence for the three of them.
The young woman said: "Captain, just now my totem obviously noticed someone coming over."
"How many are there in total?" It seemed to be the voice of the man in black, deep and self-controlled, giving people a sense of restraint.
"Four people." The woman replied.
"Dressed up?"
"It's yellow clothes."
"Then it's not a picket team." The captain said in a low voice, "Let's go, those people should be passers-by, but people from the picket team should come over soon."
"yes."
The footsteps gradually went away.
The four people in the stone groove were slightly relieved.
"Huh? This place has been touched!" The woman's voice sounded again, "There is actually a hidden compartment here, and there should be something hidden in it!"
The footsteps stopped suddenly.
The hearts of the four raised their hearts again.
"It seems that there may be still alive... Hehe, interesting. Granya, search the surroundings to see if there are still alive." The voice of the captain came.
"Yes." The female voice responded.
Suddenly, a sharp crow sounded out.
Ga! !
The cry was brief and sharp, and stopped suddenly.
"The convoy is dead." The woman's voice answered.
"Forget it, let's go." The captain said lightly.
(end of this chapter)