Vol 3 Chapter 108: river

"Ling Feng, you said we want to go back and help?" After a while, Weier asked Ling Feng. Although he left with Ling Feng, this does not mean that Weier can let go of his curiosity. Whether it is for the purpose of the Divine Mercenary, or the danger they are about to face this time, Viel’s heart is in vain.
Ling Feng felt that he followed him, the biggest possibility is because he still needs to take him to the Maastricht Kingdom.
An Yasheng, if you choose to escape from the danger of confrontation, and even have no idea of ​​going to challenge, then he will not be able to move to a higher level.
"Now, it's too late to go back." Ling Feng replied, "I think, if we don't go faster, it is estimated that we will be caught up by those Warcraft, even if the roads here are criss-crossed. Of course, the specific time still needs to be seen. The degree of resistance of Milassa and others is consistent with the enemy, and they are scattered to escape."
"Oh? I think they should be running apart. If you can escape, you can look at your luck." Weier thought about it and said, "If you unite together, it will definitely be a dead end."
"Lingfeng brothers, what is this Warcraft this time?" asked the magician Aioli on the side.
"I don't know." Ling Feng smiled calmly. "But it's terrible, that's for sure." Then, a few people walking, suddenly heard a heated dragon.
"It's Gilardino's green dragon." Sorcerer Aoli said with some concern. "I think they must be in danger."
"Well, I agree." Another swordsman Bruce said, "In the canyon, because the space is too small, it is not necessarily enough for the dragon to fully exert its strength."
"Captain, do we want to go back and help?" asked one of the members. And then, the dragon's constant transmission, it seems a bit angry, but there is some helplessness, more is a kind of arrogance.
"Ling Feng, ..." Bruce looked at Ling Feng and wanted to say something and did not say anything.
"Do you want to go back?" Ling Feng asked, seeing Bruce nod, then sighed: "If the dragons have no way to help them out, what do you think is useful for you to go back?"
"Hello everyone is a companion, I think the people of the Holy Mercenary may be able to escape, but for others who follow them, it is difficult to say." Bruce considered, "I can't know that they are dangerous, not Going to help. If you don’t do anything this time, I’m afraid I’ll be upset for a long time in the future.

Mercenaries, in the mission to abandon their companions because of danger, is a shameful act in itself. And many helpless people can't save, but they need great courage.
"Well, it's better." Ling Feng couldn't help but be infected by Bruce's emotions. Some helplessly said, "You four are here to prepare for the match, and I and Weier go first to explore." Fan, how?"
"I agree." Weier first stated.
The other four naturally understand their own strengths. To put it bluntly, even if they go back, they will not play much role, and they may even die, and they all agree to nod. I just think that letting Ling Feng and Weier go to risk, some can't say it.
Weier did not care, Ling Feng also did not account for it.
It was only when Ling Feng held Ling Ling, and when Weier gradually came close to where the people originally gathered, it was already the body of the land. Ling Feng roughly estimated that there are nearly 30 people, most of them are unrecognizable, and some even have the same personality. All the bodies seem to have been sucked up by the blood.
In addition, on the side of the body, there are still a few dead bats of Warcraft, but also bloody. Viel guessed: "These Warcraft should be the Dragon of the Green Dragon."
The whole scene looks like, although it is not Shura hell, it is also sad. After all, humans face the battle of Warcraft, it is very cruel. Under the pervasiveness of the night, this area has a sense of desolation after blood.
Ling Feng walked over to the body of a vampire bat and found that even the eighth-order magic nucleus was not taken away by the living mercenaries, showing how the rest of the people had to evacuate.
Together with Weier, after picking up four or five magic cores, I did not find that there is a living atmosphere here.
"Let's go, find the rest of the people first," Weier said to Ling Feng.
The two men followed the traces of the destruction of the fight and pursued all the way. Because of the retreat, every time there is a fork, there will be some people who will flee separately. As for the vampire bat, this kind of World of Warcraft is mainly group attack, generally only chasing one direction.
Seeing the bodies of the two mercenaries along the way, this is equivalent to telling Ling Feng that the route they are looking for is not wrong. However, as time goes by, Weier and Ling Feng are inevitably more and more anxious.
"Ling Feng?" Someone in the dark called out. If Lingfeng’s hearing is not bad, it’s easy to ignore the past.
"Who?" Ling Feng immediately rushed over.
It is a mercenary who survived. His face was poor and dirty, but he did not suffer any major injuries. He was halfway away to escape, and after the vampire bats, he has been hiding here. After all, under the canyon, it is dangerous and it is dark night. A single seventh-order mercenary is really not sure to walk out of the Dragon Valley alone.
"Is it you alone? The people of the Holy Mercenary Group?" Ling Feng asked in a hurry.
"They led most of the people to go there." The mercenary used a finger, and later told Ling Feng and Weier the tragic battle.
"Can you still go?" Ling Feng asked.
"can."
"Let's follow us, catch up and see if you can help." Ling Feng said, "You are too dangerous here."
Subsequently, looking for traces all the way forward, several people met two surviving mercenaries. Then, I met the river under the canyon. The river surface is forty or fifty meters wide, and the water flow is still more urgent, I don't know the depth. The whole river is like a knife, which cuts the passage of Lingfeng and others to the waist, and the river is located on the ground where Lingfeng and others stand, and there is a drop of twenty or thirty meters.
Ling Feng is far-sighted, looming on the channel across the river, and there are some traces of fighting.