Although they were all leaders in their respective fields and would not lose to any of the opponents in that regard, their enemies were still mercenaries who had fought with real swords and guns. They were also superior in numbers.
More importantly, Shi An's whereabouts were still unknown.
Even if they escaped from the mercenary camp, they would not be able to move an inch—Shi An was the most important element of the team with his fire magic.
"Captain, what are we going to do next?" Zhao She approached and asked in a low voice beside Wang Li's ear.
Wang Li looked down at the hot tea in his cup, and a layer of water vapor appeared on his glasses.
He shook his head quietly.
"Wait."
Now there was no other way but to hold back.
The leader of the mercenaries may have discovered that in their squad, the whereabouts of the core fire element is unknown.
And among all the teams that came to the canyon, the fire element in the team must be the strongest member.
So even if the mercenaries wanted to kill them, out of caution, they wouldn’t until they found Shi An. After all, the mercenaries didn’t know how strong Shi An was, so they had to leave hostages to contain the opponent.
"Why hasn't Chen Meng come back?" Zhao She frowned and asked.
The other people were also stunned, and looked up at the only clock in the tent.
Chen Meng just left the tent to go to the toilet, but strangely, it had been nearly twenty minutes, but she still hadn’t come back.
Zhao She stood up abruptly, "No, I have to find her."
He frowned, looking particularly grumpy.
Wu Huancheng cut in, "Wait, didn't the captain just say that it's better not to have a conflict with these mercenaries at this juncture? I’ll go-"
Wang Li stood up, "Don't worry, I'll ask."
But before he could reach the door, the tent was suddenly lifted, and a gust of snow rolled in through the gap.
The leader walked in, followed by the stubborn man who was talking to them in the canyon.
Wang Li stopped and watched them vigilantly.
Immediately afterwards, a slender figure was thrown in.
It was Chen Meng.
She fell to the ground with mussed hair, breathing heavily, half of her face swollen and bloody.
"Stupid c*nt." The stubborn man spat. His eyes were bloodshot, his hands were trembling, and three of his fingers had disappeared. There were frostbite bruises on the wounds.
Chen Meng straightened her hair and looked up.
Her eyes were bright, shining like sharp knives, and she laughed, "How is it? Is it still fun to play with a female student?"
Wang Li paled.
Thinking of the look in the eyes of the other party directed towards Chen Meng before, he had a good grasp of what had happened just now.
The leader said slowly, "Your companion has hurt my underlings like this, you must give an explanation."
Wang Li took a step forward, skillfully blocked Chen Meng's figure, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "With all due respect, I'm afraid your companion deserves it this time."
After a brief stunned moment, Zhao She and Wu Huancheng immediately rushed forward to help Chen Meng up and led her back vigilantly.
The man with the beard stared at him and stepped forward angrily, "You fucking—"
The leader raised his hand and stopped the other party's curse.
He snorted and threw the backpack that he had been carrying in his hand. It was Chen Meng's backpack, which had been torn into rags at this moment, and the contents fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
Immediately afterwards, he crouched down and took out a map.
Wang Li's heart sank.
Chen Meng's voice was slightly choked. She gritted his teeth, and whispered behind him, "Captain, I'm sorry…"
The other party unfolded the map slowly, pointing to the note on it with his index finger: "Study travel? Huh?"
He smiled contemptuously, "I didn't expect… It's really unbelievable that you're here for the dragon?"
Wang Li was startled.
……Dragon? What dragon?
What does this treasure… have to do with dragons?
The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.
At this moment, a mercenary came in and said something in the ear of the leader.
The leader laughed, "Really? The fire wielder has been found? Okay, open the north gate and let them in."
Wang Li clenched his weapon slowly.
Damn.
It seems that Shi An had been found, so the mercenaries' last scruples about killing the team had disappeared.
The leader relaxed his hands, and the map fluttered down and lay in the debris.
"Take them away."
The teammates were already prepared, and they pulled out their weapons one after another. The impact caused by the fluctuation of magic power roared in a tangible force field around them, and the tent sides flapped out. At this moment, a sharp neigh suddenly came from the depths of the snowy night and broke the tense.
Then, there was a commotion outside.
The leader was stunned, and the expression on his face changed immediately.
He remembered that sound.
This… this was obviously the sound of that skeleton horse!
How could it be!
He had very carefully set up a spell to hide the magic signature of the camp and attached the light spell that the dead flesh-spirits feared most to the outside. How could that skeleton horse have found their camp?!
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