252: Chapter 44 The Fisherman and the Clam_1 252: Chapter 44 The Fisherman and the Clam_1 Standing in the bone-chilling wilderness, the blood of each civilian soldier was ignited.
The tragic fate of the Musketeers made every Beamon’s heart tremble.
The Green Party Monks were originally subordinate swordsn.
However, after entering the wilderness, the Overlord suddenly rembered their race’s breathtaking stealth skills, and promptly demoted them to scout vanguards.
They, along with the Mastiff People, were assigned the responsibility of advancing and searching.
Bellamy of the Mastiff People easily found the precise direction of the humans by following their traces and scent.
Within all Beamon Beastn, the Dougs and Mastiff People’s night vision was certainly ranked in the top five.
Even on a continental scale, except for the Elves, not many could boast a better night vision capability than the Mastiff People.
After all, for abnormal beings like the Night Elves, the night was their day.
Compared to the Doug Mastiff People, the humans’ night vision was virtually blind.
Liu Zhenhan was an exception among humans.
Since eating a dragon egg, many of his body’s functions had been modified.
While he still fell short when compared to elves, the difference against the Mastiff People was minimal.
The faint dicinal scent that emanated from the Musketeers provided the Mastiff People with a crucial lead for their tracking.
After over two hours of swift marching, the eager Fei Lengcui civilian soldiers discovered the human camp.
The murderous Fei Lengcui civilian soldiers, stopped before a barren hill.
On the other side of the hill and two miles further was the human camp.
While known for their caution, the cunning of Liu Zhenhan was not to be underestimated either.
The combat prowess of two hundred professional rcenaries was nothing to scoff at.
Liu Zhenhan was not stupid enough to charge head on, expose himself to the enemy rangers’ military crossbow arrows, and exhibit his bravery extravagantly.
All the Mammoths were ordered by the Mammoth powerhouses to lie low behind a barren hill to avoid revealing their massive figures.
With a ring of grass on his head, Liu Zhenhan crawled over the mound-like barren hill with the Mantis Monks and sneakily approached the human camp to closely observe the figures of these human rcenaries.
The stealth skills of the Green Party Monks stemd from their instincts.
Their tribe emblem, thin mbrane-like wings on their back, provided a gliding function during advance, and on occasion, could even allow them to float above the ground when using their hands and feet in coordination.
What they admired greatly was that their Overlord also had excellent stealth skills, a serpent-like, slithering progression thod they had never seen before.
Once he was within eighty-yard radius of the human camp, Liu Zhenhan discovered several small traps and chanisms.
There’s no doubt that such traps were the work of the thieves among the human rcenaries.
As a precaution, Liu Zhenhan didn’t dare dismantle these traps on his own.
Instead, he stopped his advance and secretly observed the human camp from within the wild grass.
The human camp was brightly lit, and the wilderness chill couldn’t penetrate it.
Just by looking, one could tell that the slave traders were experienced in choosing camping grounds.
In the Donau Wasteland where barren hills stretched endlessly and tall wild grass was common, they had chosen to camp on a vast plain protected by a barren hill.
The grass here was not high bristlegrass, but a adow ford by dried dandelions and alfalfa.
A shallow stream gurgled through the middle of the human camp.
They were perfectly nestling against the hill and near water.
Aside from the south side, which was protected by a barren hill, the other three sides were surrounded by flat adows within three to five miles.
In case of an ergency, the rcenaries could imdiately mount their horses, repel any invaders with their renowned knight charge, or form defensive formations with their wagons, using their superior equipnt for a war of attrition.
There was also a bonfire burning on the top of the barren hill behind the human camp.
A few sentinels were clearly visible, wandering around, keeping everything in front of them under their watchful eyes.
Many rcenaries and traders were scattered around, each group sitting around their own bonfire.
They ford a circle with their wagons placed outside and a roaring bonfire burning in front of them, cooking food and coffee.
Their laughter and conversations echoed in the camp.
The warhorses of the rcenaries were evidently well-trained.
Their reins were left on the ground, allowing them to freely graze on alfalfa.
Occasionally, when a horse strayed too far, a rcenary would insert a finger into his mouth and whistle.
The horse would then promptly return.
Sounds of boisterous toasting, firewood crackling in the bonfire, wanton laughter from won, and the striking of horseshoes against the ground kept floating over the camp.
Directly in front of Liu Zhenhan and the Mantis Monks, a group of rcenaries were practicing their martial skills.
These rcenaries were practicing fencing, using elegant rapiers in a distinctly France style.
Unlike Liu Zhenhan’s rapier, which he used as the handle of a musical instrunt, the rcenaries’ rapiers were more flexible.
A group of rcenaries surrounded a bearded rcenary, clashing in a blaze of color.
The surrounded rcenary was obviously an exceptional swordsman.
With one hand on his waist and leisurely footwork, he fended off his opponents and occasionally used his rapier to cut off soone’s trouser belt, causing an uproarious laughter.
Within a short ti, all the opponents succumbed to his swift swordplay, and the onlookers responded with applause.
A Bepsy woman was pushed into his arms and appeared to be his prize.
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