"Uncle Wit, you say you’re at ease, but in reality, you’re not at ease with at all, are you?" Wilson was sowhat speechless, but Wit just chuckled without a word.
Still, he seriously led the way, lifting the curtains of each carriage for Wit to inspect.
Dozens of carriages, all filled with enchanted iron cages, each cage holding five slaves.
Among them, human slaves: ten young n, fifty boys, ten adult won, and fifty girls.
Aegean Beastman slaves: three Wolf Black Wolf girls, one Buer Race antelope girl.
Additionally, there were special monster female slaves—thirty-six harpies.
In total, there were 160 slaves.
It could be said that each slave here was a carefully selected top-quality product, at the cost of a considerable portion of the Higlind family’s wealth.
Wit inspected them all, finding no signs of damage on the enchanted iron cages. The slaves inside were properly dressed, without injuries, and breathing steadily, prompting Wit to nod in satisfaction. Glancing at Wilson, who was standing by with a speechless expression, Wit furrowed his brow and said earnestly,
"The family paid such a high price to purchase this batch of slaves. If we’re not careful and any flaw or accident occurs, the consequences could be severe!
...Moreover, Wilson, you must know that the most dangerous part of the journey is still ahead. Now that the centaur race has settled in the Dark Forest, the level of danger has sharply increased. In these past few months alone, the number of deceased adventurers has exceeded three figures, including many experienced and powerful mid-level professionals. I hope you can take this matter more seriously.
If it weren’t for the fact that the Patriarch and several elders are tied up with important matters and cannot personally attend, they would have co along to escort this mission."
Currently, the entire Higlind family is tied to the sa carriage as Black Dragon. For the family to beco stronger and gain more status and resources in Kas Duchy, they cannot do without Black Dragon’s support—especially after Roy discovered the unique effects of Dragon Blood.
Wilson’s expression beca serious, and he vowed in a solemn tone, "Uncle Wit, for this mission, I won’t slack off."
"Well, you don’t need to be overly nervous. I’ll be entering the Dark Forest with you, and we have allies there to support us, so there’s no need to worry too much," Wit said with a reassuring smile, then his tone shifted,
"Okay, go rest well now. I’ll watch over things here."
Wilson nodded, not being polite. Escorting this cargo had consud ten days, and he hadn’t rested well. Even though he was strong, his spirit was sowhat weary at this point.
....
The broad blade, coated with violent white fighting qi, sliced through space with a ’pfft’ sound, as a head rolled to the ground, blood spattering everywhere. The headless body of the centaur warrior collapsed heavily onto the snow, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes.
Clang~!
Wilson, having just slain a centaur warrior, countered a sneak attack from another centaur warrior with a backward block.
"A Hurricane Centaur Warrior with the strength of a mid-level professional." Seeing the light green fighting qi emanating from the weapon of the attacking centaur, Wilson narrowed his eyes, his arm muscles bulging. He first forced the Hurricane Centaur Warrior back, then followed up with a quick forward thrust, causing the speed of his long sword to suddenly surge, creating a dazzling white arc.
"How is this possible, this power..." The Hurricane Centaur’s eyes widened, reaching for his neck with just half of his palm raised, and his head tumbled onto the snow, eyes wide open, body gushing hot blood, soaking the pristine snow.
The Hurricane Centaur Warrior could never have imagined that a human could wield such exaggerated power. Due to a mont’s negligence, he was instantly killed.
Wilson sneered. With a Tier Seven Initial professional level and a Tier Six High biological level, in so respects, it was akin to cultivating two professions simultaneously. His strength was by no ans simply at Tier Seven. Even if he were to attempt to instantly kill a careless Tier Six Hurricane Centaur Warrior, he could try.
The Hurricane Centaur Captain being killed on the spot caused the centaur warriors who suddenly attacked the convoy from the woods to shrink their pupils in fear and hastily choose to retreat.
The cavalry protecting the convoy only pursued them for a hundred ters or so, slaying five or six centaur warriors before pulling back.
"Quick, check the cargo!"
Nearby, Wit, seated on the back of a Black Scale Beast, hastily called out after the battle concluded.
A line of cavalry quickly maneuvered their steeds past each carriage, lifting the curtains for a swift inspection of the cargo’s safety.
"Everything’s fine here."
"This side is all-clear too."
"Report... One carriage is damaged, with one female slave dead and another slightly injured."
Over a hundred cavalry swiftly counted the losses.
A man and a woman were dead, both adult human slaves, with three slaves injured, though not seriously.
Wit felt his heart sink at the report, but he was inwardly relieved.
As long as the most valuable Aegean Beastman slaves and the White Dragon Beast were unhard, it was fine. Adult human slaves were the least valuable in this batch; losing two was of little consequence.
"Increase the pace, those centaurs will be back soon! And you there, do you want to die dragging corpses with you? Dump them all!" Wit scolded a few cavalryn who were considering taking their fallen companions’ bodies.
The cavalry exchanged glances, gritting their teeth before finally dropping the bodies in the snow and mounting their steeds once more.
The low-combat carriage drivers erged quickly from shelter inside the carriages, nervously driving the horses forward, horsewhips lashing down, as the steeds set off at a brisk speed.
This area was still the outermost region of the Dark Forest, where the roads were bumpy, but trees were sparse, allowing the carriages to pass.
After the convoy made progress for about two kiloters, the terrain beca increasingly complex, with the forest growing denser, making it impossible for the carriages to proceed.
The cavalry quickly dismounted, unloading the iron cages containing slaves, with each pair carrying a cage by the specially crafted iron handles at the front and back.
Heave!
Each slave cage, lifted by two dismounted cavalryn, thirty-sothing massive cages required nearly seventy cavalryn to dismount, acting as porters.
The slave cages, weighing an average of a ton each, felt light in the hands of these cavalryn, as if they were carrying small wooden barrels. They proceeded to run steadily, carrying the cages onward.
After advancing several more kiloters, the ground slightly trembled with the approach of centaurs.
Just as Wit, his expression darkening, prepared to order Wilson to lead so of them, along with the slaves, to move ahead while he covered the rear, a rustling of footsteps ca from the front of their team.
Under the vigilant eyes of Wit and the others, a group of monster warriors clad in armor and wielding fine iron swords erged from the forest, with heights generally ranging from 1.8 to 2 ters.
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