Chapter 970： 　Dark Spear

With long hands and long feet, Abel squatted flexibly on the canopy. He was as agile as a monkey in the forest, and once the Dark Spear offended a nearby thieves group "Silent Fire", even though the number of the other party was not as large as the Dark Spear, they were all villains who dared to kill people desperately. When the swarms of hordes came over, it was the dark spear that screamed. However, Abel attacked the opponent's leader and blinded him with a whistle arrow. As a result, he was chased in the forest for three days and three nights.

In those few days, Abel spent almost all of the time in the trees. The people with the silent fire circled the mountains and forests. Finally, he ventured to take people into the territory of a large band of bandits. While the two sides were fighting, the boy again Slipped back. Birik, who originally thought that Abel had died, thought that he had run into a ghost when he saw the boy come back, and the result was a false alarm.

The sound of horse hooves approached.

-Pig-Pig-Island-Xiao-Shuo-www--;Abel stuck to the trunk like a squirrel. He slowed his breathing and blended into the current environment naturally. He didn't deliberately observe the situation on the road, his sight fell on that fixed point through the gap of the tree. This was his method of detecting the wind, and no one taught him, so he found it out by himself.

It didn't take long to hear the sound of people talking, and the squeak of the wooden wheel was mixed in the sound of horseshoes. Judging from the sound, this is a small caravan with fewer than twenty people, and it is the dark spear. The best target for blackmail.

The teenager waited patiently, not in a hurry to whistle. He has to figure out the specific number of each other, and even the number of guards and so on. He didn't let him wait too long. After a few breaths, two big horses passed by his sight, each riding a young knight. A slightly older, wearing a fiery red armor, with a dark blue spear on the side of the horse, let Abel pay attention to himself. The other one looked a lot younger. A very rare silver hair reminded Abel of the white snow in winter.

The two knights seemed to be talking, and soon passed Abel's sight. At this time, the silver-haired knight intentionally or unintentionally turned his head to look at the place where the boy was hiding, and Abel immediately broke off breathing. Fortunately, the silver-haired knight only glanced at random, then turned his head, and Abel was relieved.

Next came two carriages, one carrying people and one carrying goods. There were guards walking around and behind the carriage, and Abel counted it. There were ten people in total.

Two carriages, ten guards, and two knights in front clear the way, which is exactly the size of a small caravan. Abel smiled slightly, thinking that the old man Birik had been crying that he had no meat these days, and he would starve to death if he didn't get some oil. It's alright now, and the fat sheep will be delivered right away. He yelled a few times in the sound of some kind of animal from the tree. After a while, a greasy raccoon came out of the grass, climbed up to the canopy in three or two, and ran to the boy. This is Abelmon’s pet. The boy gestured towards it, then threw it a nut and said: "Go, tell the old man, there is meat."

The black raccoon tilted his head and glanced at Abel, then took the nut and ran away. Abel slid down from the tree cautiously, and the young man followed the caravan silently, barefoot, on the soft mud, lest they leave his sight.

"It's a very interesting kid with first-class concealment methods. If it weren't for his body temperature to appear too swagger in the cold woods, I'm afraid I would have ignored it." Allen whispered and combed his mount. Horsehair.

Fares smiled and said: "It should be the guy who is looking at the wind and staring at the sentry. Do you want me to take him?"

"No, let's see what fish can be caught." Allen shook his head and said: "Just to help me understand the general situation of the dark place."

Fares frowned and stopped talking.

Allen smiled and said: "Okay, Captain Fares. I know what you are scrupulous about, but I also said that this trip to the north is not to go to the mountains and water. We just want to go all the way from the iron spear The stubborn stones that block the road are leveled, and the road is smooth. When the road is smooth, we have business to do."

"If you know that the adult's so-called business route is not dangerous, I am afraid I will hesitate a bit, and I will never dare to agree immediately like that day. No, now Ruijie has begun to persuade me to go to Sardin and immediately withdraw." Farley Si smiled bitterly.

Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "But if you say that, it means you don't want to quit, don't you, Captain Fares."

"In the empire, the North is the best. You don't often say that the Yankees always look at people in the South with their eyes higher than their noses. If it weren't for the iron spear Hoy in the South, they might still be proud. Then I’m going to tell Northland this time that there is not only Hoy in the South, but also us now. This kind of thing is useless. Only by doing it can they shut up. Then what can be better than going all the way from here. Fighting in the North, even more telling those guys who are as proud as roosters to shut up?"

Allen pointed forward and said lightly: "But if we can't break through even the dark place, we can talk about going north, we can just go home."

Fares' eyes brightened a bit, although he wouldn't be so proud of hearing Alan's words, he also gained a bit more confidence.

At this time, a sharp howling sounded from the road ahead, as if it was blown out by something. The sound is harsh, everyone frowns, and the team horses bear the brunt, uneasyly planing their hooves. It seems that these howling sounds can also cause the horses to react. Allen and the others rushed to appease the rider, and finally stopped after the long roar, and followed the black forest on both sides of the road, rushing out of the black forest to crush 30 or 40 people, holding a seven or eight pole long flag pole, floating above it. The gray bunting is painted with a black spear pattern.

Allen looked at Fares and said, "What's the background?"

Fares has a weird face for a long time, he sighed: "I don't know."

He added: "I recognize the famous bandit bands in the Dark Land. I know their banners. This one...this one really doesn't know..."

Without embarrassing the upright leader, Allen smiled: "I don't know, forget it, maybe it's not a good guy, then it's no wonder that Captain Faris doesn't know him.

Then look forward.

These so-called bandits looked a little bit wrong, all of them looked not very strong. That's fine, and these men are not young, the youngest seems to be a middle-aged man, the old one simply hunched over. At this time, someone in the crowd gave a dry cough and strode forward and said: "We are the Dark Spear, this is our territory. If you want to get past here, you have to pay a poll tax!"

Alan squinted his eyes and spoke an old man. There was an ugly scar on his bald head. Although he was a bit shorter and chubby, he was still somewhat imposing in the crowd. When the old man finished speaking, another young man rushed out of the forest, and he ran to the old man. Allen recognized that he was the one staring at the black wood tree and smiled at him immediately.

The boy was puzzled.