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CHAPTER 267 CHAPTER 0266
Kuima walked through the noisy crowd, mixed in with the team going out of the city and entering the city, and walked slowly outside.

They looked back frequently just now, maybe they were noticed by some clever guys, the most important thing now is to make that curiosity reasonable.

In fact, there are not a few guys looking around.

Lorja and Kuima went so far that they almost stepped onto the ancient road and completely left the range of Ambera Ice Harbor.

Kuema stretched out her hand to touch back, and the sundries at her waist fell to the ground.

He turned over and got off the wolf, reached out to pick it up, and then looked towards the open scene.

No suspicious person was seen.

The strange feeling of being noticed by the eyes also disappeared.

"It seems that it has already left."

"I'm impatient," Lorgar criticized the scout's disrespect, and then asked again. "What are we going to do now, report it up, or observe it first, if there are dangerous people inside, I'm afraid we will cause a lot of trouble."

Kuima pondered for a moment, but decided to investigate first.

They don't want to cause misunderstanding, they must have evidence or reasonable inference.

What if the dagger was resold after the stolen goods were sold?
There are many rules in Ambera Ice Port.

The blood feud of Norlin's army has nothing to do with him.

What's more, Zhan Jing's most important task at present is to ensure the safety of Miss McGonagall and arrive at the Red Maple Heights as soon as possible.

Doing things must be rigorous and careful.

Quema and Lorgar made up their minds.

They disguise themselves to hide their appearance.

They followed the sparse team entering the city, returned to the stationed area of ​​Ambera Ice Harbor, and disappeared among the bushes and weeds while the people around them were not paying attention.

The two gathered outside the camp.

Kuima is the earliest follower of Ken, who has learned the most skills and has the strongest physical fitness. As the top shooter in Thornton Kaya, his own latent ability is outstanding.

Lorgar was as careful as a hair.

He is the most observant in Heila, and any suspicious person mixed among the refugees will not escape this pair of eyes that can distinguish emotions.

As a member of Heila, he also mastered all the contents of scout training.

The two quietly appeared in the marauder's camp, and saw their extravagance more closely.

Minions are very chic when they squander.

They have plenty of wine and meat, money and food, and seem to be escorting countless precious treasures, just waiting for the right time to sell them.

Quema saw several weapons of the Norlin Knights again.

Even in front of the most central tent, there is a very luxuriously decorated weapon rack.

The trophies displayed above are all precious, like a hunter displaying the carcass of a beast he has recently captured.

"Did you see that?" Quema asked.

Lorgar's eyesight was slightly poor, so he moved forward a few more steps, only to see a very majestic pointed chain hammer in the very center.

This thing is definitely a weapon that only the adjutant rank deserves.

It was stained with blood, which seemed to herald a brutal massacre, and the most striking thing was the style of this thing—there was no doubt that the style of the Kingdom of Nolin was in the same tone as the soldiers under Langmingway's command.

"We have to report this to Zhan Jing."

Quema made up her mind.

They followed the dark corners and checked the defensive posts of the entire camp.

The two didn't dare to get too close, because there might be secret magic circles or reminder traps hidden around the camp.

They are not presumptuous.

The most Kenn ever said to the scouts was:
Every time you act, you must imagine yourself as a hare with a broken leg, and you are in a wolf's den, surrounded by grinning predators...

Be cautious, the first priority of scouting.

Quima and Lorgar followed this creed and slowly withdrew, but when they were about to leave the bush shelter, they were trapped in place by a group of drunk marauders.

They seem to be drinking very high.

Several people kept complaining about the leader going alone and the lack of entertainment in the camp, and finally the topic focused on a captured prisoner.

The captive appeared to be of high stature.

The looters enjoyed it very much, and even said that they wanted to take a good look at each other's desperate expressions.

None of the people present objected.

Quema and Lorgar looked at each other for a moment.

They now have to make a decision: Do they want to pursue this information?
After discussion.

Still followed cautiously.

Details, the second essence of scouting.

In addition to safety and caution, Ken's teaching to his subordinates also needs to be sensitive enough.

Those who can think will always be able to see more things.

For many things, there is no opportunity to report and must be decided by the intelligence collectors themselves.

Drunken marauders made their way through the rowdy crowd to the corner stable.

Cuima grabbed Lorgar's collar and lengthened the tracking distance.

There are too many beasts raised here, and there are many guys with sensitive noses. If you are accidentally sniffed out by some naughty little cutie...

Big trouble.

The two crawled in the snow on the hillside, watching through the gaps at the bottom of the bushes.

They saw the marauders kicking one of the crates.

This kind of mark is usually the location where the beast feed is stored in the team, and it will be meat. The specific situation depends on the configuration of the team.

Then the roar of laughter broke out.

Some of them insulted through the door panel. In their words, they seemed to be mocking the hostages inside, scolding the other party's arrogance and current embarrassment.

"The looters wrote a blackmail letter, but they kept the hostages here?"

Quema was puzzled.

Lorgar has experienced the disaster of prison, and he judged instantly: "In this case, either the southern border nobles are imprisoned inside, or they are the direct descendants of some large tribes. ransom."

They continue to wait.

The looters seemed to be a little tired from cursing, but the inside of the cargo box was quiet.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally, the leader opened the door hesitantly.

They are wary of sneak attacks.

But the counterattack as imagined did not appear. On the contrary, several people around covered their mouths and noses, supported their waists, and vomited all the wine and meat that had just entered their stomachs on the ground.

Just seeing this scene, Kuima could imagine the harsh environment inside.

The looters were patient and stepped forward to observe.

He climbed into the carriage and hit it twice with the hook hanging from the outside.

Still did not get any response, generally speaking, they should have become corpses.

A few minions panicked instantly.

Here are the hostages captured by the leader himself, if something goes wrong because of the kicking outside just now...

It's hard to explain.

They sobered up instantly, and then hurriedly restored the scene.

After the looters locked the door, they left one after another.

While Quema and Lorgar stayed and continued to observe.

"Let's go too."

Lorgar said, "I didn't see anything, and I don't know my identity. It's more important to leave."

Quema hesitated.

(End of this chapter)