After Ramos left, Dak and his team discovered the target on the evening of the fourth day after three days of observation and stealth.

This is a very powerful mercenary team, with about twenty or thirty people, mainly soldiers. They defeated three different mercenary teams in succession, seized a giant monkey, and imprisoned it with a wooden cage.

Their methods were quite cruel. Any defeated team, regardless of gender, age, was cut off and beheaded. After a simple sacrifice, they were buried on the spot. The giant monkey was also broken with its hands and feet and became a useless monkey.

Their way of acting surprised Dake. The mercenaries lived on the verge of death all day long, and they knew that many friends were on multiple roads, and they would not kill them in general. They had never seen such a team that was left without leaving any other children. What surprised him even more was that the team had sufficient support, with at least twelve or three people joining every day.

If you use so many people for a monkey, no one will believe it if you want to say that it is just five hundred times. Yu Panki stared for a while and gave the answer: "These people are Atlas' regular army, disguised as mercenaries."

Dak lay in the grass, quietly observing the sentry wandering back and forth. He asked in the team chat: "Isn't the army a part of King Curantino? He has never been against the priests, so how could he listen to Kuruma's assignment to catch monkeys?"

Yupanki said: "In theory, is there something wrong with Atlas? It would be great if Riley from the second team could be contacted."

Isabella said, "Don't you find it strange? If they obey Kuruma completely, shouldn't they kill the monkeys and peel them off? Why just catch them?"

Dark said: "Have you ever thought that it might have been sent by Currantino? Yupanki, do you have an acquaintance in it?"

"It's too far away and I can't see clearly. It seems that most of them are innocent faces. Could it be the elites drawn from the bottom?"

"I have to get close contact. In this way, I will disguise myself and touch the situation. Maybe I can rescue the monkey. Atlas soldiers all admire the strong, right?"

"What do you want to do?"

Dark smiled and said, "Do you remember the scene we performed during the sacred duel? The Turansova's Iron Crow, which was messed up by Riley's durian scarecrow, is coming again, this time it's going to be high-profile!"

An hour later, in the tent of the Atlas contingent captain, a embarrassed messenger came to report: "Report that a suspicious man challenged in front of the camp gate, and seemed to be asking for a one-on-one challenge."

The captain who was studying maps with his staff was too lazy to raise his head: "Kill."

"But he defeated three people," the messenger quickly added, "three are all jungle wolves, fight one-on-one."

The captain still did not look up: "Let's find three black panthers who love to fight and throw them out and take turns to go."

Ten minutes later, the messenger came in again: "Report, all three black panthers have lost."

The captain was very calm: "Is there a two-way..." Before he could finish his sentence, he raised his head: "What? All three lost? Only a few minutes have passed? Aren't you taking turns?"

The messenger was very confused: "They also wanted to be knocked over by one blow."

Class division of Atlas Army: toucan, jungle wolf, black panther, viper, eagle and saber-toothed tiger. One-on-one challenge can beat the black panther, which is not something that ordinary people can do. One hit is at least the eagle level, right? It has value to win over!

"Which tribe is from?"

"I don't know, I'm a mute."

"Dumb? Can't you tell the clothes?"

"They are covered in crows, with colorful colors, like crows as their totems."

The captain and his staff looked at each other, and the famous staff said, "There are at least dozens of tribes that use crows as their totems. You have to go and check it out before you know."

The captain said, "Then you take a few people to see the situation. This is strange, so be careful."

The staff responded and called several eagle warriors to walk out of the tent.

When I walked to the entrance of the camp, I found a strong crow warrior crossing his legs and blocking the main entrance of the camp.

Frightened by military discipline, the subordinates did not dare to go up and watch, but none of them did not pay attention to him, because this guy was so special.

He stood beside him a dark six-pointed iron warhammer, a huge backpack was placed behind him, and a small iron pot that was also pitch black was placing in front of him. Bubbles were gushing out of the pot, and bursts of strange herbal fragrance came.

Three people fell down next to him, the three Black Panther Warriors who had just come out to fight him. The three of them suffered injuries to varying degrees. One of the calf was broken, and it looked like there was an extra joint in the middle of the calf, which made him grin.

The crow warrior boiled herbs with a calm expression and turned a blind eye to the staff who appeared.

The staff asked the guarded patrol captain next to him: "What's going on?"

"He is healing our injured brothers, and he is skillful in debridement and stopping bleeding, but we are not allowed to get close to us."

The staff member was stunned for a moment: "There is such a thing? How did those three people be defeated?"

"Shock wave, this guy hits the shock wave range very much. At least they dodged out. At the beginning, the three jungle wolves didn't even react and let it go."

The light flashed in the staff's eyes.

The patrol captain pointed to the small iron pot in front of the crow warrior: "Look at his pot of medicine, there is no fire underneath, but the water is on."

The staff looked closely and found that there was a small piece of floor at the bottom of the iron pot emitting a slight red light, and the piece of floor was heating the pot!

The aide was very surprised. The guy in front of him actually knew witchcraft? Is he a shaman who knows martial arts or a witchcraft warrior?

The crow warrior took the pot open, opened the backpack, took out a pile of bottles and jars, evenly divided the dark green medicine juice in the pot into three transparent jars, and then dripped the potion of different colors, and the dark green medicine juice turned black, white and red. Then he gave the two minor wounded one portion of white and red potion to each of the two minor wounded, and gave the seriously injured person who had broken his leg a bottle of black potion.

The seriously injured person drank the potion, and his expression immediately became relaxed and his breathing became even.

"Is it anesthetic? You can drink it directly without purifying it?" The military-born staff member knew the value of anesthetics too well. He asked softly, "Did you see clearly what herbs are you using?"

The patrol captain looked puzzled: "I have been staring at him, but we have never seen those herbs before," he added, "But the branches and leaves are fresh, and it seems that they have just been picked, and must have grown in the nearby swamp."

It’s useless, the staff sighed secretly. Even if they know what herbs they are using, the ratio of herbs, the boiling temperature, the blending process, and the dosage they are taken, these are all secrets and almost nothing can be done. People dare to play on-site production under your nose, it is obvious that they are not afraid of you learning!

By the way, there is also the kind of witchcraft that makes the ground heat up.

The swamp was wet. After more than ten days of entering the swamp, many brothers' skin had begun to ulcerate! The hands, feet, armpits, and even crotch were rotten! The combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. His daring to use this method to heat the medicine, which shows that he could accurately control the temperature. If he was pulled over, then moisture would no longer be an obstacle to the march!

With a moment of silence, the Crow Warrior skillfully and calmly completed the bone assembly and bone correction of the seriously injured, and was applying medicine to bandage him. The seriously injured looked at him with shame and gratitude.

The crow warrior looked at the staff member, his eyes still calm and calm, but he raised a finger and gently hooked him.

The staff member was furious and said, "What does this mean? Do you think I am an Atlas without anyone? If you don't tame this kind of wild horse, how can you be a good horse?"

"Who can capture this guy alive, two thousand will be defeated!"
Chapter completed!