"No, let's s I'll keep an eye on them. You're better eloquent than me, and you run faster than me. Needless to say, you have an identity. It's more appropriate for you to move reinforcements." Marshall gave his opinion on Sean's division of labor.
, Sean rushed to the front every time, protecting them tightly, and it was a bit hard to tell who was protecting whom.
"You also know that I can run faster than you." Sean hammered Marshall's strong chest and said, "Don't worry, it's not like you don't know how much I cherish my life. I won't put myself to death unless I have to."
If you are in a desperate situation, if you want to protect me from the wind and rain, you must first become strong enough. When that time comes, even if you want to retreat, I will kick you forward. Don’t forget, you
He will become my general in the future, just like Patton."
The alpha dog, Patton, glanced at Marshall lazily, with a humane disdain in his eyes, which meant that Marshall was not qualified to be on an equal footing with him, which gave Marshall the urge to hit.
"Okay." Marshall was a little depressed. In fact, he also knew that Sean was more suitable for investigation work than him, not only because the other party ran faster than him and had better archery skills, but also because the other party's brain was much easier to use than his, and he could solve emergencies.
There are more incidents than what you are good at. Every time you compare with the other party, it is a process of beating yourself up. "You must be careful not to be carried away by your passion. We would rather let them go. Let's find another way instead of being careless."
Stupid things."
"Don't worry, the people in this world who want me to do stupid things without thinking are not yet born, including you."
"Although this sentence sounds very hurtful, I still hope you are telling the truth." Marshall said extremely seriously, "We have always owed you, not you owed us."
"A bunch of bullshit. Before that, send her to the hunter's cabin first. Don't let anything happen to her again." Sean carefully handed little Elena into Marshall's hands, as cautiously as handing over an extremely valuable diamond.
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"Don't worry, nothing will happen to her. She will grow up strong and be as beautiful as her mother." Marshall nodded heavily.
What was handed over to him was not only a baby girl, but also a spiritual weakness of Sean. If it hadn't been for this little life, there's no telling what hysterical things Sean would have done if he had completely exploded.
The last time Sean went crazy was seven years ago. They accidentally discovered a cannibal village. After seeing the horrific conditions inside, that night, the village and the mountains and forests within a dozen miles were turned into ashes.
Ashes, although Sean never said it, Marshall knew it was Sean who did it.
There are only two ways for the Hunter team to return to Hunter City. The first one is to walk west along the valley for two days, then turn north and walk on the mountain road for two and a half days. The other is to walk along the mountain ridge and go directly to
Crossing north, but compared to the first road, they have to walk one-third longer."
It was the first road they should take when entering the mountains. Only in this way can they hide their traces to the greatest extent. Moreover, the river valley has always been the place with the densest concentration of villages, making it easier for plundering.
Now on their way back, the probability of them taking the second route is up to 70%. Although the mountain ridge is difficult to walk and they have to walk more, the view is wide and they are not easily attacked.
Tracking is a skill. Even if you have two powerful tracking tools, a hound and a mountain eagle, tracking in a specific direction is obviously more efficient than casting a net in the sky.
The behavior pattern of the slave hunting team did not deviate from the 70% possibility, and it only took Sean three hourglasses of time to find them.
The size of the slave-hunting team was larger than Sean expected. It was roughly estimated that there would be nearly one school guard (one guard for a hundred people, and three guards for each school). Including the slaves hunted, the entire team exceeded seven or eight hundred people.
The man and the horse walked on the mountain ridge and could drag them out for half a mile. With such an obvious target, Sean could find them quickly even without the help of the hound and the eagle.
It's not entirely a bad thing that the number of enemies exceeds original predictions, as it will further slow down their march.
Before starting the pursuit, the first thing Sean did was to vent the anger he was holding in his heart. He was already familiar with this. A burst of masochistic high-load exercise released some of the hormones in his young body, and his mood naturally improved.
He will be controlled by reason. At this time, he is so calm that he is almost cold.
Sean in this state is a very good hunter. In order to hunt the Andis giant bear, they spent a full year observing the living habits of the Andis giant bear, and nearly another month.
Yue spent time carefully constructing a series of traps. Facing a more powerful hunting team, he would naturally not act rashly. The unshot arrows are the most dangerous.
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"Stop, stop, stop, you losers, do you want to knock me to death?" Bartley Phelan jumped down from the sliding pole, rubbing his waist and yelling angrily, "You savages in the mountains
Isn't it like walking on flat ground in the mountains? How did you end up like this when you lifted a sliding pole? Are you dissatisfied? On purpose? Ha... You still dare to stare at me. You have become more capable, haven't you? Are you going to do it again later?
You want to take revenge and just throw me down the cliff? You guys who don't deserve to be whipped will feel uncomfortable if you don't get whipped for a long time. I'll beat you barbarians to death, you barbarians who don't know the rules."
Bartley became more and more angry as he spoke. He picked up an exquisite cowhide whip and beat two Andis mountain bearers on their heads and faces. He came from a noble family, but he had been trained as a knight since he was a child. Although his level was not very good,
He had some real strength, but now he exerted so much force that he was whipped to the point of drawing blood.
The two strong Andis mountain men and women were shaking with anger, but they just lowered their heads and did not dare to resist. It was not that they were afraid of death, but that their wives and children were also in the team. Once they made a move to resist,
, it’s a small matter if you die alone, but it’s a big deal if it affects your wife, children and people.
This is a lesson learned from the past. Their predecessors could not bear the humiliation and wanted to resist, but before they could take action, they were either killed on the spot or subdued on the spot. The former was better, at least they died immediately, and their wives and children were also killed.
He can die happily, but the miserable ones are those who have been subdued again. These scum will torture their wives and children to death in front of him, and then kill them bit by bit. Now there is still one who is still alive.
With one breath left, he was dragged away, completely out of shape.
They know that this is killing the chicken to show the monkey, telling them the consequences of resisting and escaping. At the same time, it is also tempering their temperament. Through various cruel methods, they will wear away their will to resist little by little, and then they will be slaughtered by them.
private property, but all kinds of worries prevent them from dying easily.
Slave hunters have long formed a complete set of slave hunting methods. Those slaves who are valuable will keep one or two of their closest relatives. In this case, even the bravest people will do it when they take action.
Three points of hesitation.
A well-known slave taming master once said a famous saying that is highly praised by slave tamers: "As long as a person compromises once, he will compromise a second time. Slowly compromising will become a habit. When you are fully adapted to this kind of compromised life,
When, a qualified slave is born.”
"Master, calm down, sir, calm down. It's not worth getting angry with these immature and unruly people. It's not worth it. When they get out of the mountain, they will sell it for a big price. If it's broken, it won't be worth anything anymore."
The lean middle-aged man came up quickly and tried to persuade him with a smile. Although he had a face that was very much like that of an Andis mountaineer, he spoke pure Byronic.
Not only did the Andis mountain people who he rescued not express gratitude to him, but they spat fiercely at his feet, showing their disdain.
Although a lean middle-aged man has the face of an authentic Andis mountaineer, he is no longer an Andis mountaineer. He was born and raised outside the mountains, and his father, grandfather, and even several generations
He is already a slave, and he will naturally be a slave after he is born. People like him who grew up completely in a slave environment are no longer ashamed of being slaves, and some are even proud of being slaves. They are also commonly known as mature slaves.
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If ordinary mature slaves are not hateful, after all, they are just people who have lost their freedom and personality early due to the environment. What is really hateful are mature slaves like lean middle-aged people who use their faces as Andis mountain people
, blended into the mountains, explored the location and defense of the stronghold, and then led the slave hunting team to massacre and hunt the Andis mountain people who might have helped him.
This kind of person is also known as "Ghost Slave" among the Andis mountain people, a slave who is neither human nor ghost. The Andis mountain people hate this kind of person even more than the slave hunting team, or not as much as the slave hunting team.
Once it falls into the hands of Andis mountain people, it will be difficult for them to die quickly even if they want.
"Sir, I still owe them two money. Master, the breakfast I eat every day is enough to buy ten of them, and they are well-trained and obedient than dogs. Who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs.
"Not only did the bullhide whip in Bartley's hand not become lighter, it actually became two points heavier. Some of the whips even grazed the skinny middle-aged man's scalp. Judging from the posture, he didn't like it, so he was ready to whip him too.
"I don't dare, I absolutely don't dare. The villain is just a dog hired by the master to lead the way. How dare a dog interfere in the owner's affairs! And the entire Bastille, the entire city of Sauron, the entire Manyu Army leader
, or even the entire Byron Alliance, who doesn’t know the generosity of the young master of the Phelan family, how could he lack the money to give birth to two such slaves?" The lean middle-aged man paused for a moment and said in a mysterious tone.
, "But I still want to say one more thing, these two slaves, including these slaves, are different to the master, very different."
"Oh, what's the difference? If you really tell me something, this bag of gold will be yours. If you can't tell me, I will pluck out your nosy tongue first." Bartley was mysteriously told by the other party.
The secretive look aroused interest, and he looked at the other party with a playful expression.
He had been paying attention to this guy for a long time and had always wanted to find an opportunity to slap him, but there was no suitable reason. After all, the other party worked hard along the way and was able to successfully find so many Andis mountain people's villages. Most of it was due to him, but
The face of the other party, who looked like an authentic Andis mountain man, always reminded him of some bad memories, which made him unable to like him. He didn't expect that the other party would come to his door. This was a good opportunity.