Of course, Mark Banner doesn't know the disdain in Elf Kabei's heart, otherwise he would probably "kill all these damn elves" again!

"want!"

"But, we only want some valuable slaves!" Elf Cabei nodded.

As the owners of the Crossroad Camp, they naturally needed to build this simple camp, so they just needed slaves who could work.

"Of course, worthless, there is no need to live until now!" Mark Banner grinned, which was terrifying.

Cabei was indifferent. Those who survived in the hands of a cruel monster like a centaur must have been watched over by the goddess of luck.

Following the Mark Banner, he walked into an underground fork and walked through the winding passage for more than a minute before arriving at a large, dark cave.

There are dozens of centaurs guarding here!

It looks a bit like a dungeon!

There are many caves inside, and there are bursts of pungent stench coming from some small caves. The Kabei people pinched their noses, resisted the stench, and looked into the caves.

It turned out to be a prison cell, with slaves huddled inside who were weak, skinny and skinny.

There are slaves in many caves.

The half-man Mark Flag on the side was about to speak when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Lord Ke Qi, you are here!"

A small, skinny humanoid creature, only fifty centimeters tall, with a stench all over its body and a body as black as coal, emerged from a mine near them.

He quickly ran to Mark Banner and knelt on the ground, saying, "We have dug out some more iron ore in the past two days. Please, Master Ke Banner, give us some more food!"

"food?"

"Go away, we don't have any food anymore, you little ants still want food?"

The half-human Mark Qi looked down coldly at the trembling humanoid lying on the ground. He raised his front hooves and the short humanoid was kicked away.

Elf Kabei glanced at the creature that flew out and frowned slightly.

Seeing Cabei frowning, Mark Banner grinned and said, "If you like it, these rat men can be sold to you!"

Rat man?

The elves were slightly surprised, but they didn't expect that dirty creature to be a rat man.

Cabei glanced at the little figure who had climbed up and was leaning against the wall. He had obviously been kicked by the Half Man Mark and was probably seriously injured.

"No need!" Cabei's face returned to a cold expression. He glanced at the centaur sideways and said, "Introduce your slave. If it is of no value, don't waste your time!"

"Hehe, don't worry, they are all good stuff!" Mark Qi, the demi-human, shook his head. He naturally knew that Kabei would not buy the Ratmen.

After all, these damn elves are not kind goddesses.

Apart from being able to dig holes, the Rat Man has no ability to tie up chickens. If it weren't for his role as an absentee, he would have killed all these food-wasting ants long ago.

But now that he is about to evacuate, these damn ants still want to ask him for food. It is just a dream.

Don't tell me, he doesn't have any extra food!

Mark Banner took two steps, pointed to a dozen mines where slaves were imprisoned, and said: "There are probably more than 800 adult wild boar warriors in these dozen mines."

"There are more than two hundred adult tauren warriors in these mines."

"There are more than a hundred dwarves in this mine."

"There are more than two hundred bugbears here."

"There are more than a dozen adult werewolf warriors here." Mark Banner introduced them one by one.

"These are young and strong warriors that I have selected. You bid!"

Mark Banner looked at the elf Kadan and said, these are indeed young and strong people. As for those who are not young and strong, or women, children and children, he has already killed them all.

Cabei took a closer look and nodded. This lowly half-human monster did not lie. They were indeed young and strong orc warriors, but they were all starved to the point of skin and bones.

Of course, these are all minor problems. As long as they are brought back to the camp and raised for half a month, they will become young and strong slaves.

"Wait a minute, why is there a golden-faced monkey-man here?" Cabei looked stunned and found that in the mine with more than a dozen werewolves, there was a humanoid creature that was not a werewolf.

He is about the same height as their elves, but his head and neck are wrapped in white hair, and his face shows a heart shape.

Kabei had been to the monkey tribe in the north, so he recognized him at a glance. He was a monkey tribe.

Moreover, he is also a golden-faced monkey man, a royal member of the monkey tribe.

"Golden-faced Monkey Man?"

"He's just an old guy from the Monkey Tribe. He seems to be an extraordinary person. However, he's about to die of old age. I'm giving this to you for free." Mark Banner doesn't know what the Golden-faced Monkey Man means. This Monkey Tribe is.

He caught it in a caravan last month.

The other party kept nagging, and he was afraid that the other party was a believer of a certain god, so he did not kill him and kept the other party alive.

Kabei nodded and said nothing more. There was nothing worthy of attention about a golden-faced monkey man who was about to die of old age.

Even if he is extraordinary.

……………

At the same time, outside, on the top of Shipo Mountain, Cardin had joined Dorn and the half-elf Fola, although there were more than a thousand people.

However, the stones and caves on the stone ridge are natural shelters.

Kadan, who was hiding behind a huge stone more than ten meters long, looked towards the top of the stone ridge and noticed a few lazy centaur patrols.

"How was it?" Cardin looked at Edward who had returned and asked.

"My team of kobolds climbed up and took a look. There were sixteen centaurs guarding the cave entrance."

"Fu Lai!" Cardin nodded and looked at the half-elf Fu Lai.

Half-elf Foley nodded immediately, and soon he turned back and brought fifteen warriors with bows and arrows, including eight half-elves and seven wild boars.

Under the leadership of the half-elf Fulai, a total of sixteen people cautiously approached the top of the mountain.

Cardin took a closer look and found that one of the seven wild boar archers seemed to be familiar to him. After thinking about it, Cardin remembered it.

Pointing at the back of a wild boar man, he looked at Dorne and the others and asked, "The younger one at that age is the adopted son Agama who has just gained weight!"

"It's him!" Edward nodded.

"Isn't Agama only nine years old?" Cardin asked.

"This guy is very talented in archery. He was recruited by Follett!" Donne added. When Follet was selecting archers, Agama hit six out of ten shots from 300 meters away. Among all the warriors who participated in the selection,

, the one with the highest hit rate.

Although he was not old enough, Fulai deliberately accepted it at that time.

Cardin nodded. He remembered that when he first saw this kid, he praised Agama's archery skills!

While Cardin was talking, Foley was almost at his location.

Because there are so many boulders, and the centaur patrols on them don't seem to be on guard at all, there is almost no vigilance.

So the sixteen members of Fulai walked among some boulders and quickly reached the top of the mountain.

Arriving at the final position, half-elf Foley immediately made some strange gestures. Although the gestures were strange, the fifteen archers who had lined up seemed to understand them.

They all drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at a dozen centaur patrols sitting or lying on rocks less than fifty meters away.

Half-elf Foley also drew his bow and aimed an arrow at a centaur who was dozing off on a rock.

Then he nodded.

Buzz......

Sixteen arrows flew towards the sixteen patrolling centaurs.

Snapped………

A centaur's head was pierced by a bow and arrow, blood spurted out, and he was so dead that he rolled down the stone.

If you look carefully, you can see that the sixteen centaurs all have an arrow stuck in their head. They are already dead and can no longer be killed. Only blood is still flowing out.
Chapter completed!