In the jungle, dozens of people were carrying large bags and small bags, moving forward cautiously.

"Hey, please pay attention to the direction..." The leader lowered his voice and told the person behind him, "Don't run around, don't make too loud! This is not far from the cliff next to the Silent Valley!"

It means that if you get closer, you will be at risk of being discovered by the Korie people.

These dozens of people are members of the guard team directly belonging to Mr. Leren; although they did not participate in yesterday's battle, they had heard more or less rumors - those Corey tribes in the forest were like monsters that could hide their bodies;

Even though they are far away from the valley, these people dare not be careless. After all, there are trees that are convenient for hiding people around.

The servant in the head was deeply trusted by Le Ren; his body was slightly fat, his face was wide, and his chin was double-layered - which happened to become his nickname.

"Hey, double chin..." A slightly tall and thin servant beside him pointed to a big tree not far away and said, "If we pulled out all the leaves on this tree... what would we get?"

"Is there anyone above?" Double chin stopped alertly, "All..."

"Ahem, don't be so nervous, there is no one on it, I just want to say... it will turn into a bare tree! Hahaha..." After saying that, the servant laughed-but he stopped quickly: "Hey, why don't you laugh?"

"...I want to ask what you are laughing at." Sighed with a double chin, "Can this be called a joke? There is nothing ridiculous at all."

"Well, everyone says that." The joke-telling servant suddenly became lost, "Maybe I don't have this talent at all... I should have been called as a servant just to make the nobles happy and then have a bite of food..."

I can only tell a joke of this level, no wonder you didn’t get the favor of the master. I rolled my eyes with my double chin.

"I didn't expect that there was no chance for me to tell jokes at all." The attendant began to sigh, "Who could have thought that even the young master of the West would participate in the battlefield... Cough, when do you think this battle will be over?"

"If you say you fight the Corey clan... it will never be, unless one side dies." replied with a double chin, "Do you know how much hatred the two sides have?"

"Yes...but I hate war. Hey, why do we have to fight? The Corey tribe wants food and can exchange wild game on the mountain. Why do we have to fight to the death? Things like monsters that cannot communicate are our real enemies, right?" After sighing, the attendant's eyes were full of longing again.

"Don't be stupid. This is not a question that people like us should consider." He snorted coldly with his chin, "If we don't fight, how can we be granted a title and make a fortune? For example, if it is completed successfully this time, how many golden dragons will Mr. Leren give us? Be careful with your backpack...!"

The backpack contains a magic bottle of "Chinyan" model - some people who are strong and steady, are "Lieyan";

Everyone walks very carefully, and they will fall down accidentally...

"Although it's good to make a fortune,... I have to have the life to go and have a life to go and have a flower," the attendant whispered, "If you are accidentally killed... what can you do? Who doesn't want to live?"

...Yes. The double chin sighed so much in his heart; but, as the leader of this action, he knew that he could not take the lead in showing his timidity.

"Then try to try not to be killed!" His double chin tried to maintain his tone, "Okay, stop chatting, concentrate on moving forward!"

If you continue chatting, you will not be able to stand it anymore.

The group continued to walk through the jungle; their purpose was not on both sides of the cliff.

There were too many Corey people there; Leren told them that they could not confront them head-on-to-go to the point and attack that pass.

"Hey, climb up the tree and see where we are!" said to another thin and clever servant beside him with a double chin, "Give me your backpack! Just climb... that one!"

The double chin picked the tallest tree nearby.

After the servant handed the backpack to his double chin, he climbed onto the top branch like a monkey;

This person...is said that his family lives next to the forest and has liked to climb trees since he was a child; he originally wanted to become a collector, but...

Before the wild tree fruits are ripe and fall to the ground, hungry people will find ways to pick them. His work is not very important to the Duke.

After a few glances, the servant crawled down quickly and jumped down when he was half a foot away from the ground and landed on the lawn. Although his double chin was frightened, he was actually safe and sound.

"How is the situation?" asked the double chin.

"We have passed the pass... but it was only just now, probably less than a mile away." The man replied.

"It's not safe enough," ordered the double chin, "we need to go the front half again... and then be as careful as possible to detour in the direction of the pass;"

"If you encounter traces of people's activities, or even see the guys of the Korie tribe... Stay quiet and tell me." The double chin continued to explain, "Always be cautious and keep going."

...

"It should be almost the same here." After moving forward for a while, his double chin ordered everyone to stop and asked the person before to climb the tree again: "Go and see... Logically speaking, it should be not far from the pass?"

But why haven’t I seen any trace of the Corey people? Didn’t they come here?

This time, the tree-climbing servant came down halfway—his expression looked a little excited;

"Through the small woods in front, it's-!" He could not control his voice. "We are almost at the pass-through - there are only dozens of barbarians on the pass!"

"How is the rear of the pass? Is there anyone there?" His double chin widened his eyes - judging from the guy's expression, the defense behind the pass seemed quite empty;

"No one! I saw it, not even half a person, even the wooden door was open!"

"Okay...Okay...Young Master Leren is right. The Corey tribe is indeed not guarding at all behind the pass!" The breathing of his double chin became rapid, "Dazhuang, take out the things!"

"Here!" The man called Da Zhu came quickly - the strongest body was naturally not a magic bottle on his back;

He took out some folded wooden devices from his backpack and skillfully began to assemble them;

This is the most critical object in this battle; a small assembled trench;

Although it is a bit difficult to launch the "Lie Yan" style, there is no problem throwing the "Red Flame" style...
Chapter completed!