The battle in the Narwhal slave hunting group's camp suddenly became fierce.

However, from the moment those guys misjudged the strength of Su Lun and the others, a tragic ending was doomed.

Su Lun also guessed why those guys acted confidently.

They probably saw the gold-patterned cloak and recognized that they were the targets wanted by the King of the North Sea. According to those people's intelligence, Mr. Mirror was only at the sixth level. If that was the case, their group of 3,000 people did have a head-on confrontation.

Confidence.

But I never thought that the information from a few months ago would be a bit outdated now.

Su Lun was not a weakling who had just emerged from the underground of Old Lingdun and had never seen the world.

Juta is not an ordinary druid either.

And Mr. Mirror is not even the sixth level...

Even, she is not an ordinary seventh level!

As soon as Mr. Jing's mirror field came out, his quasi-eighth level strength directly crushed those elite 100-man group.

When those people still had hope that they would be able to fight, she used the power of thunder to kill the fifth-level Golden Tooth leader.

Slave catchers are a group of people who come here for commissions, but they don't have that much loyalty. They are not like professional soldiers who will fight to the death for military orders. Now that the leader has been killed, other members of the slave catching group saw this and immediately rushed out.

Dispersed.

The battle came to an abrupt end just as it reached its climax.

but.

Mr. Jing had no intention of killing them all.

Looking at the slave catchers scurrying around in the forest, she closed her territory and stood aloof in the camp with corpses everywhere, silent for a long time, as if thinking about something.

Su Lun looked at Mr. Mirror and didn't move, nor did he chase the escaped slave catchers.

Although his puppet theater is strong, it is currently limited by dark spiritual power, so the range of control is not too large, and the pursuit ability is not very strong.

He also knew very well the intentions of his senior sister.

Killing is not the purpose, but to end the slave-catching business in the silent deep forest.

Those who escape alive will spread the news and make other slave-catching groups wary.

Juta was blessed by the magic hair pot and had unparalleled combat power. Although she had the ability to pursue, she saw that neither Su Lun nor the others made a move, so they just stayed there quietly.

After the war, the camp was filled with smoke.

The members of the Narwhal Group fled, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, as well as a large amount of heavy machinery and supplies.

The supplies for a large team of several thousand people are not just a little bit.

There were no outsiders present, and Su Lun didn't have to worry about it, so he started the happy process of collecting the loot.

He did not dare to use Death Shadow, and directly peeled off the gray mist from hundreds of corpses. Then he controlled the silk threads, scraping away the equipment on the corpses, and condensed the cursed materials and alchemy equipment.

Most of them are black iron and white board materials, not too old-fashioned.

But the good thing is that the quantity is large.

Su Lun had seen before that many of the mechanical preparations of the Narwhal Regiment had the markings of the Luying military. Although this kind of retired old equipment was an era behind the technology of the current equipment, it was also available in the black market.

Good things that are hard to buy with money.

If you package and sell these trophies, you can probably make a lot of money.

With puppets and countless threads counting the loot, Su Lun's body didn't have to work too hard and could just be distracted and observe Mr. Mirror.

After watching his senior sister take off her cloak, he asked: "Senior sister, are you okay?"

Mr. Jing shook his head and said nothing more, "I just suddenly thought of something."

She stopped the complicated thoughts in her mind and glanced at Su Lun. The indifference between her brows suddenly disappeared, and her eyes became softer.

After pondering for a moment, she praised: "Your puppetry skills have improved a lot. Now, you really look like a puppeteer."

Hearing this, Su Lun chuckled noncommittally.

He is now probably considered a "master" in the field of puppet alchemist.

But in the eyes of his senior sister, he was only "somewhat decent".

However, this is already a high praise.

After all, this person has seen the peak scenery of this plane before.

The two chatted for a few words, and at this moment, there was sudden movement in the jungle not far away.

Mr. Jing noticed something first, looked to one side and said lightly: "Someone is coming."

Su Lun listened carefully and realized that there were rustling sounds, and it seemed that many people were approaching. He thought it was the slave-catching group returning, and when he was wondering why those guys came back to die, someone was watching beside him.

Yuta, who was helping him count the trophies, heard something strange and let out a soft sigh.

There was a long chirping of eagles in the sky, and some special horn sounds came from the forest.

Yuta's face was filled with joy and he exclaimed in surprise: "That's the battle horn of our Daru tribe!"

When Su Lun heard this, the wariness in his eyes dissipated.

After thinking about it for a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The previous battle was very noisy, especially when Yuta used the magic hair pot to activate the elements from all directions, creating a strange phenomenon of colorful clouds all over the sky, which could be seen dozens of kilometers away.

It was probably the Daru people in the Holy Land who saw it and were attracted here.

He glanced at Mr. Jing not far away, who looked calm, and didn't think about it in detail, and continued to clean the battlefield.

No matter what the situation is, with this person here, there will be no chaos

Su Lun's guess was correct.

While they were still fighting, Granny Wolf and several elders led a team of a hundred people out of the holy land and quietly climbed onto the cliff.

The colorful glow of the holy land forced them to take a risk and take a look. If the sacred object of their Daru tribe [Dagda's Magic Pot] really appeared, all the risks would be worth it.

Just after the battle, there was still a faint smell of blood floating in the air in the forest.

The Daru people have some animal-like organs, and their sense of smell is very keen, and they can clearly smell the smell of blood from miles away.

They recognized that many people were dead, so they walked extra carefully.

But before they got close to the forest area where the fighting was happening, the originally fierce fighting suddenly came to an abrupt end.

This makes them more cautious.

They were also worried that it was a trap. Those despicable human slave catchers would use any means to capture slaves.

The large army stayed in a secret position on the edge of the cliff. Several young druids volunteered to serve as waiters and took the lead in approaching the forest area.

Several people carefully jumped between the giant trees, avoiding places where there might be traps on the ground.

They were far away and saw the corpses all over the camp, as well as the three standing people.

Yuta had wolf ears, so they naturally recognized him as a Daru tribesman, and he looked very familiar.

Several teenagers met together.

"That Aku, look at it, does it look like Sister Yuta?"

"She seems to be my sister, but why does she look different?"

"I think it's different too. Aku, do you have other sisters?"

""

The leader was a young man from the White Wolf tribe, Aku.

When he saw Yuta, he was stunned for a moment, not sure that the white wolf tribesman with the red totem on his face and a completely different temperament was his sister.

The appearance was quite similar, but the otherworldly temperament made him doubt himself.

There’s something wrong with that totem too!

The totems of the Daru tribe have rules. The more mysterious the totem, the higher the strength and status. He has never seen the style of the red totem drawn by anyone in the tribe.

It's obvious that we haven't seen each other for a while, but if it's my sister, how come she has changed so much?

But when he looked at the man who was cleaning up the battlefield, Aku immediately confirmed it and said excitedly: "That's Mr. Su Lun!"

After saying this, several other teenagers also recognized it.

Mr. Sullen, who saved their lives not long ago, has not changed at all!

"It's Mr. Su Lun who's back!"

"Sure enough, it was Mr. Sullen who beat away the slave catchers. That must be Sister Yuta."

""

After this discovery, several teenagers went to report the news, and the remaining few ran over excitedly.

Suddenly, several young men wearing animal skins and carrying bows and arrows came out of the forest.
To be continued...