Before Sherlock could ask, an angry voice broke in first.
"How do you guard the forest?"
Luke hurried over and introduced the situation: "This is Yulos. His daughter Marisa went out to collect wind this morning and has not come back until now. Moreover, the traces on her body are broken."
In order to protect the safety of their children, each underage elf was cast with a spell that can track their traces, which is called trace silk.
The scope of Trace Silk is limited to the Cormanthor Forest and its surroundings.
If the trace thread is broken, it means that the person has left the Cormanso Forest;
Or...already dead!
No matter what the situation is, it is not optimistic.
"Sherlock, take people to find my daughter immediately. If I don't hear from Marissa tomorrow morning, you and your patrol team will get out of Cormanso." Yulos roared sternly.
"I……"
"We will find your daughter." Sherlock quickly grabbed Luke who was about to make a move and walked away.
It may be difficult for others to find the whereabouts of an elf in the huge Cormanzo Forest.
But for druids, especially summoning druids, it's not too troublesome.
Because of their elven blood, most half-elves have a certain degree of spellcasting talent.
Among them, those with particularly powerful talents, such as Silinxi, were absorbed into the elven clan and could fully learn elven magic.
In addition, those with average talents were allowed to grow on their own after receiving basic teaching.
Due to environmental and work reasons, most of the patrol members will work in the two basic professions of druid and ranger.
As for the second-level professions, rangers will generally choose Elf Swordsman and Magic Archer with both magic and martial arts skills, while druids will choose Animal Lord and Wild King/Queen.
Therefore, there are a large number of druids in Sherlock's patrol team.
As whistles sounded, within a few minutes, countless animals of all kinds gathered from all directions.
After remembering Marissa's smell and image, the group of animals immediately dispersed.
"Boss, don't worry, as long as the elf doesn't disappear out of thin air, we will definitely find it." Luke's profession is an animal lord, and he is quite confident about finding people in the forest.
"I'm not worried about that." Sherlock said with a frown.
"Then are you worried that we will be driven out by the elves?" After saying this, the anger in Luke's heart surged up again.
"Do you think the members of the Elf Council are that stupid?" Sherlock sneered.
Luke nodded and agreed: "But if the elf cannot be found, or if the elf is dead, the Elf Council will definitely make trouble for us again."
"At a time like this, the council is not going to give us any trouble over something like this."
"What time is it now?"
"Nothing." Sherlock then remembered that the Valley Bottom Agreement had not even been written yet, so he didn't say any more.
"Then what are you worried about?" Luke continued to ask.
"I was wondering...whether this matter might have something to do with humans." Sherlock expressed his guess.
"Do you think it's a human slave-catching team?" Luke immediately shook his head and said: "No way, it's impossible for humans to enter the interior of the Cormanthor Forest."
As the royal court of the elves, the Cormanthor Forest naturally has many defense and warning barriers arranged, and the closer you go inside, the tighter they become.
Although it is not as good as the myth-locked barrier of Myth Drannor that could cover the entire forest in later generations, not just anyone can break in.
"You cannot underestimate human ambition and desire, let alone the power that such ambition and desire can generate." Sherlock has traveled to less than half of Faerûn.
He has seen too many mermaids in the Sea of Fallen Stars and lycanthropes in Middle-earth.
Sometimes, in order to satisfy their desires, human beings are willing to pay a price that you can't even imagine.
Zhizhizhi——
A digging rabbit suddenly emerged from the soil, interrupting Sherlock's meditation.
"Boss, there's news!" Luke asked anxiously and said anxiously: "My old buddy said that one of his friends saw Marissa near Feather Falls, with five humans beside her."
"Feather Falls, the territory of Feather Valley." Sherlock reacted instantly.
"Did the human slave-catching team really capture Maria?" Luke asked in surprise.
"Whether it is or not, we have to go to Feather Valley." Sherlock called Luke and several more capable patrol members, and hurried over to Feather Valley.
Feather Falls is an excellent stopping point on the Asaba River. It is also the largest town in Feather Valley with the largest number of settlers.
Fortunately, it was already late at night when the group of people arrived, and their arrival did not cause much noise.
"How's it going? Did you find it?" Sherlock did not rush into the town, but waited for the news in the dense forest not far away.
"Hmm!" A druid said after finishing communicating with his sniffer: "My partner smelled Marissa in a room.
"Let your sniffer take me there, you stay here and prepare to meet me." Sherlock jumped deep, turned into a black cat, and ran into the town behind a black duck-billed mouse.
A quarter of an hour later, in an inconspicuous house, he quickly found some of Marissa's belongings.
And on the bed in the center of the room, a man smelling of alcohol was sleeping soundly with his arms around a naked woman.
Relying on his mind detection, Sherlock woke up the man and started questioning him.
Everything was pretty much what he expected.
This man's name is Yapu, a grassroots member of a slave trading organization in Sambia. His job is to find opportunities to capture elves in the valley, and then transport them to the organization in Sambia.
However, as the elves have become more and more vigilant in recent years, Yap's performance has become worse and worse, and he may not be able to catch an elf in a year.
This morning, as usual, they pretended to be lumberjacks and wandered around the edge of the Cormanso Forest for a few times without finding any opportunities, and then planned to return to the town.
Unexpectedly, on the way back, a man in black robes suddenly stopped them holding an unconscious elf, and then sold the elf in his arms, Marissa, to them for 2,000 gold coins.
The market is tight now, and with Marisa's beauty, it costs at least 50,000 gold coins to be shipped to Sambia.
Naturally, Yap would not refuse this pie from the sky, so he bought Marissa and hurried back to the town with his people.
It would be a long night and many dreams, so as soon as he came back, he contacted the organization to send Marissa out.
Then, the remaining people went to the bar to celebrate, and Yap even called a waiter for a rare occasion.
Hearing that Marissa had been sent to Sembia, Sherlock couldn't help but frowned.
Because Yap is only a grassroots member, he has no idea about the route of transporting slaves, let alone where exactly these slaves will be sent to Sambia. His only external communication channel is the Feiyu caravan secretly responsible for transporting them.
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Sherlock thought for a moment and made a plan in his mind.
First, he created a shadow clone and told his plan to the patrol members waiting outside the town.
Then the main body used the spiritual dream-building technique on Yapu.
