Rather than saying that the Abel Mountains are a group of mountains, it is better to say that it is a stone forest, but the size of each stone exceeds the peak. This kind of scenery is also a wonder in the vast desert.
"Wow!" As Aranza walked, she touched here and looked there, looking extremely excited. This was in sharp contrast to the people trudging behind her.
Yvette said to Jiexi: "Is the leader a little too excited?"
Jessie smiled and replied: "Because negative emotions can easily cause the memory of Aranza's mother in Aranza's soul, so if he can't find anything to keep him busy, he will try his best to make himself happy."
Hearing this, Yvette looked at Aranza with somewhat complicated eyes. She had been taking time to read the history of Lane recently, and with the inside story revealed by Jie Xi, she suddenly felt sympathy for Aranza. After all, they were both sons of a subjugated country.
.And Aranza’s situation is even more special.
"It's just that he occasionally does things that surprise me." Jie Xi added.
The process of capturing the escaped slaves was not smooth. They found no trace of the escaped slaves in the Abel Mountains and only found traces of a campfire in a leeward area.
There is a well-preserved corpse beside the bonfire. Based on the clothing style of the corpse and the slave brand on its back, it can be determined that this is one of the slaves that the Thorn Mercenary Group needs to hunt down.
Cyril observed the corpse carefully. Its abdomen was shriveled and other parts were obviously skinny. It should have been starved to death, and the time of death was no more than two days. Based on this clue, it was easy to deduce the direction in which the slaves escaped. They needed food.
The nearest place to get food is to continue to the north, Anan Fortress.
In a place like the Desert of Death, no one except the slave owners would care about the identities of a few ragged people.
Anan Fortress is one of the resource transfer stations built by the Anan family of the original Tulip Principality in the Death Desert. It provides food and shelter to travelers for several times the gold coins.
Aranza walked alone through the long slum. People on both sides of the street were wrapped in tattered clothes and huddled in the gaps in the broken walls. Their eyes were dull and confused, looking at Aranza in a cloak.
Walk past them.
As if on a patrol, Aranza walked to the end of the street, walked back to the entrance of the slum, then turned and stood still.
"Who is the slave who escaped from North Town! Stand up for me!"
Aranza's shout was like thunder, blasting through the silent slum, but the people here only looked back at him for a moment, and continued to be in a daze aimlessly.
There are two soul points that emit panic, and they have been locked by Aranza.
The young man smiled and crushed the magic crystal engraved with a special magic circle in his hand. A wave of magic power came out. A moment later, all the members of the Thorn Mercenary Group gathered around Aranza.
"Well, let's go in." Aranza took the lead and walked towards an inconspicuous corner.
When the people in the corner saw Aranza approaching them, two of them immediately stood up in panic and ran out with difficulty. However, before running a few steps, the two of them felt a sharp pain in their knees, and they suddenly fell to the ground.
Howling in pain, he couldn't get any attention from the people in the slum.
Dolores took back the magic bow in her hand and proudly stuck out her tongue at Aranza.
Aranza walked over to confirm the slave brands on the two men and said, "Well, the three slaves who escaped, including the one who died, are these two."
The young man said, pulling the two slaves up and about to hand them over to the big man next to him.
"Wait!" Cyril suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Jiexi asked with a frown. Cyril seemed to be particularly sensitive to slave matters.
Cyril pulled out the dagger from his waist, and pointed the eerie cold light of "Day Mie" at a slave. Cyril said: "I know him."
Cyril's words made Aranza and Jessi even more curious. Even Silas, the thunder wolf, put his huge head close to the slave. Cyril lived in the forest all year round and it was impossible to know anyone.
As if picking up a life-saving straw, the slave raised his face covered with dust and dirt and weakly said to Cyril: "Help me..."
Cyril's voice was cold: "When we were at Fort Jiangna, why didn't you open the city gate and save the villagers below?"
Hearing this, the slave suddenly woke up. He looked at Cyril desperately and struggled desperately to break free from Aranza's restraints. He shouted hysterically: "It's none of my business! It's none of my business! These are all
I'm just following the orders given by that bastard Enel!"
It turned out that the man in front of him was one of the culprits who ordered Cyril to forbid the opening of the city gate when he fled from the village of Crewe to Castle Jeanne, so that the villagers of the village of Crewe had to face the orcs who were chasing them.
"What's your name?" Jexi asked.
"Franky, sir, my name is Franky! Please let me go..." the slave begged.
Unexpectedly, Jie Xi actually interceded for him and said, "Alanza, although this person's methods are cruel, he is a military talent..."
"Well, wait a minute." Aranza interrupted Jessi and asked Franky, "Where is the Enel you just mentioned?"
"It's in Beifeng Town! Sir, that bastard encouraged us to escape from the slave camp, but he didn't escape. He must still be in Beifeng Town now! Sir, please let me go, I will take you to find him!"
While Lanci was trying to please Aranza, he begged Cyril, "Sir! Please help me beg for mercy. I really didn't order the city gate not to be opened on purpose. It was that bastard's intention. I will take you to find him for revenge..."
Cyril has already tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand.
"Well, Cyril, use his life to appease your father's anger."
As soon as Aranza finished speaking, "Day Mie" had already drawn a line of cold light, passing through Franky's jaw, blocking all his begging.
Frankie fell to the ground, blood gurgling from the wound on his jaw. He twitched desperately for a moment, and then completely lost all traces of life.
"Thank you," Cyril said to Aranza.
"Well, don't worry," Aranza chuckled, looked at the other remaining slave, and said, "I only caught one slave. It seems that the reward for this mission will be greatly reduced. Well, I have to go back to the north anyway.
Feng Zhen, let’s find that Enelu and kill him too.”
Cyril nodded.
She is still as taciturn as ever.
People die every day in the slums of Anan Fortress, whether they are sick, hungry, or killed for food.
The people here didn't care about Frankie's death at all. Only some rickety old people groped for his body, hoping to find something valuable. After a few days, there would be people who were a little full and would dislike the smell of the body.
, dragged him outside the slum.
The fourth day after the Thorn Mercenary Group left Anan Fortress.
Several people noticed the corpse. They gathered around it and carefully observed its wounds. These people all wore eye-catching lion badges on their chests.
The magician completed the detection of the wound and said to the leading girl: "There are traces of two enchantments on the wound: damage and healing prohibition. It is confirmed to be one of the injury characteristics of the weapons used by his men."
Another soldier pointed to the brand on the corpse and analyzed: "This person is a slave. It seems that they have completed their mission. We should be able to intercept them by going to Beifeng Town."
The leading girl nodded, thought for a moment, then stood up and led these people away.