Second Ring Illusion Department [Disguise], this is the only illusion scroll sold to them by Flamir. Able to make the user's appearance, body shape, clothing and weapons look changed, lasting 10 minutes per mage level, and since it was transcribed by Lysatos himself, it was able to last 220 minutes, or 3 hours and 40 minutes.
"This is enough time for us to learn the information, maybe we can also pry out the internal arrangement of the Blood Exhaustion Fortress, of course the best possibility is to find the opportunity to kill the dogfish ... I said what are you doing with your mouth open so wide, my plan is ridiculous?"
"I, I just," Rameshirai open mouth, hand scratching half a day, do not know how to express, "said to spy information, why kill the human just now, torture can be."
Druhilya face red with shame, but Rameshirai more ashamed, the novice did not expect even if he, the veteran also neglected.
However, the idea of killing the dogfish ... greatly touched the Ranger's tough nerves, stronger than the temptation to rescue his compatriots. Over the decades, the name dogfish has turned from enemy to humiliation and then to responsibility today. It was every Ranger's duty to kill the number one slave catcher, and it was unacceptable to let him die peacefully in his old bed.
"Give it a try, we have a spare invisibility potion anyway. If things get out of hand, you have to promise me to escape immediately."
"Agreed."
"Give me the Ring of Coquetry."
"Isn't your universal language good?" The princess was puzzled.
"I can imitate the voice, but not the accent, the Tyrian flavor is too heavy."
The two sorted down the wounded equipment, then carefully observe the face and clothing of the dead, of course, Ramesile in advance to cover the indecent part, he did not want to go out of the forest trip to teach a female rogue, the elf king will flay him alive.
Rotating the use of the amulet of the language of understanding and the ring of clever words chanting scrolls, a dazzling body of light and shadow, and then appeared two male humans.
The rough, dirty, broad palms made the princess look awkward, and she turned back to touch her equipment. "The bows and arrows are all there, but they can't be seen."
"Let's go." The two hastily cover the body, picking up the ground scattered berries, watching the traces of the human coming backwards.
"Spread your feet a little apart, don't touch your arms to your upper body, it's too feminine, try to make a fist. Keep a steady line of sight, nervous drifting will cause suspicion. Skim when someone talks to you later, let me deal with it.
Drusillia adjusted her state according to Ramesilai's instructions and swayed forward, is this the posture of all humans? Not long after, they saw the camp. It is not quite right to say that it is a camp, at most it is a temporary landing place. Two dozen fierce slave traders were at the edge of a small cliff, ropes coiled all over the ground, some wedging one end of the rope into the ground, others laying camouflage and clearing traces.
When the two elves showed up, clattering each pulled out a rigid crossbow and aimed it at them.
Druhiria was drenched in cold sweat and almost fled when Rameshirai stepped in front of her and lowered his voice, "It's us."
Just crossbows have dropped, each doing their own work, the camp only whispers, no clamor. A human greeted him, he had only half an ear, and yelled in anger: "Two sons of bitches, your old turtle only taught you to crawl, so slow to pick some fruit!"
"Rotten ears! Your voice is too loud." Another human with a scarred face approached, tall and imposing, with a tangle of sinew and flesh that was oppressive.
Rotten Ears whispered, "Sorry, Mr. Mott, they're both ..."
Dogfish's right-hand man, Scarface Mott, asked in a deep voice, "Why are you slow?"
Ramesilai said, "These berries grow too loose, and we both walked separately to pick these."
Mott frowned, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. But the spell camouflage was beyond his knowledge, even the sweat stains on the skin, the arrangement of weapons were exactly the same as the real person. "Bring the fruit here."
Drusillia and Ramesilai obediently sprinkled the berries in their designated spots. Watching the crowd as they walked, they bit their ears and asked, "Which one?"
Ramesile whispered back, "The oldest, don't stare at him, any hostile sight will be detected, that's how the dogfish evaded the ranger's feathered arrows for so many years."
The princess pretended to bob her head absently, her eyes sweeping over at a glance. She saw her target, dressed in a rustic hunting outfit, chewing on an unlit pipe, with tan age spots on his face. She was disappointed that this was a very ordinary twilight human, at least from the outside.
Ramesile said at the right time, "All the guys in shiny striking clothes are focused by our bows the first time they enter the forest."
Just then, the dogfish's sharp eyes suddenly turned and met Drusilla's line of sight. He came right up to him.
Druhiria heart thumping wildly, so bashful observation was also detected. The wit in his head all stirred into a pot of porridge, do not know what to do.
The old man came over, accompanied by three attendants, which is no skinnier than the one killed by Druhiria.
"You two are rotten ears temporary recruitment, right, a little familiar, what's your name?"
What is the name? I don't know! Druhiria mouth dry, even if she knew, she could not answer, the female elf voice will reveal everything. Rameshirai hand has touched the unseen short sword, he estimated the form, but his heart kept sinking down. Even if the desperate kill the dogfish, the princess must not be able to avoid a dozen rigid crossbow saving shot.
The rotten ears fawned and knotted over the words: "The big Billy, not brainy but can fight, the latter is Deva. Both admire the reputation of the fish head, and have been in and out of the woods twice before."
"Oh, come to think of it, the old man's memory is failing minions, Deva how do you not speak?"
The aged human glared at Drusillia, with increasingly stern eyes, the latter speechless,.
Suddenly a whistle sounded, attracting everyone's attention. The dogfish let go of the non-speaking Deva and bellowed, "Take your positions."
The two elves breathed a huge sigh of relief as Rotten Ears hurried them toward the cliff: "Hurry up, the alarm was triggered, let's hope it's not a stag this time."
Druhiria and Rameshirai, not knowing what to expect, followed the slave catcher's example and pulled a thick rope out of the grass and tied it around their waists and hips. To their amazement, the humans slid off the edge of the cliff, and Rameshirai gave the princess an encouraging look and followed.
The other end of the rope was wedged in the earth by a stake, and the descent stopped after a little, and from the angle of the cliff below, a large sliver of humans hung on the face of the cliff.
"What do they want?" Drusillia was even more confused, what did they take the elves for? A stag that would be foolish enough to run into a trap? The princess gave the ranger a wink. The latter complied and waited with his feet on the cliff face, approaching the rotten ears. Guessing from the situation just now, the two people in their own disguise were his deployment, and the set of words was most appropriate.
"What if there is another lapse in judgment, what animal it might be again." Ramesilai asked in a roundabout way.
"Should not be wrong, you see the dog fish boss that hand skill, the target is not right will not pull the net." Ranger used his superb eyesight to observe, found the dogfish's right hand hanging in the air, a closer look at the five thin lines connected to the end of the finger.
This is ... with the sense of touch, the thin line link above certain pressure devices. But why hide under the cliff and take the inefficient way of observation.
"We withdraw from that way to blood exhaustion fortress?"
"First to the south, then turn east, avoiding the gang of bone knocking guild deacons in the Blood Exhaustion Fortress, directly sold to the Razor City nobles, so that everyone can deserve a share of ... Wait a minute, this is not all discussed in advance, how do you... ...ouch!"
A piece of gravel hit rotten ear, he saw in the distance Mott fierce to do a wipe the neck of the action, suddenly did not dare to make a sound again.
The two elves just mixed in and waited patiently for a while. Faintly heard something walking on the cliff, Drusilla suddenly woke up, desperately to Rameshilai play hint.
The dog fish waved his hand, ten slave catchers tugged in advance to hang, tethered to the heavy ropes. A clattering chaos, accompanied by struggles and angry surprised hissing sound.
Ramesile finally understood what the princess wanted to say, these people came to catch unicorns! The berries they picked were the unicorn's favorite. So far it seems to have gotten, and the sound hissing quite familiar ...
Garcia! The two elves looked at each other, not expecting such a turn of events. The hissing sound shifted from high to low in a few seconds, and then it was inaudible.
Drusillia was very anxious, was there a lethal trap on the face, otherwise how could a unicorn with self-healing powers be silent.
"Potent anesthetic." Rameshirai said.
Most of them, including dogfish and Mott, climbed back to the cliff very quickly, leaving ten people tugging to pull the rope of the trap, after all, the unicorn is not a small force. And the two elves who fell behind quickly draw up tactics, unicorns can not be saved, the question is how to save, in order to be drugged unicorns peacefully away. Garcia although slim, weight than the princess and ranger combined are heavy, carrying away completely impossible.
Drusillia pointed to her boots, Ramesilai nodded and whispered, "I'll go up, you cover." Such a purely ranger combat rhythm, so that the princess once again ignited the passion.
They climbed up the cliff, Ramesile a little analysis to understand the process. The hunter sprinkled berries all the way to attract unicorns into the trap. But Garcia and not ordinary brainless beasts, see the ground pile of berries will certainly suspect a trap, and then use the detection of evil. The aura of detection can penetrate the trees, but not the land. Hunters hiding in the cliff constitutes a dead end of detection, the composition to take advantage of the unicorn too much trust in the blind spot of class spells.
Buried under the layer of fallen leaves catch net, pull up the net to catch Garcia. The trap net laced with fine metal wire is costly and difficult to break free for a short time, then the powdered numbing agent on the tree is touched and falls down in a spill.
The unicorn in Saraf debut just more than ten days, actually someone can figure out the habits of life not, thanks to the old dog fish, must be from the unicorn crushed slave catcher leader there little by little up information.
"Quick! Come and see!" Rotten ears excited full of red, the net is lying in the living mobile vault. He would turn back to greet the two fellows, only to find the strong man Billy with a flash of light, and then turned into a bow-drawn elf. This costume, officially the most feared enemy in the forests of Tyria, the Elven Ranger.
Rameshlei smashed an elbow into the back of Ragged Ear's head, then kicked the stunned human off the cliff. Everyone on the cliff was looking at the unicorn, and his killing was not noticed.
The ranger put his hand on the [True Face Arrow Bag], silently recited a [Wild Whistling Arrow], and then drew out a magic arrow that sent out a ripple of air and aimed at the dogfish's back heart.