After using various senses to explore, she knew that the rock wall in front of her was just ordinary rock and soil. Although it was extremely thick, it was just ordinary material after all. If she really wanted to travel through time, she could easily think of thousands of ways to do it, all without any effort. However... she was still curious, if all difficulties could not be resolved through absolute violence, what approach would the Saint Xudela Society's troops taking when entering the mountains... take? It was easy for the strong men in the third and fourth realms to cross the river by force with their own strength. But what about so many mortals, horses and baggage? Let high-level extraordinary people take them all along? Even if it was possible, wouldn't it be redundant for Saint Xudela to specially form a team of 40 to 50 people? Wouldn't it be better to just send high-level extraordinary people? Qi Ji couldn't quite figure out the intentions of these guys, so he decided to observe what they would do. But she didn't have the time to stand there stupidly waiting for them to come over. After all, up to now, the Saint Xudela Society's team had just entered the forest at the foot of the mountain! At their current speed, it would take until at least the afternoon for the group to reach the bottom of the mountain wall... and she didn't have the time for that. "You'd better go and take a look yourself first."
Muttering, she raised her arms and pointed her palms at the rough, steep, solid gray rock wall a few meters in front of her. The delicate and fair skin suddenly flashed with a glow mixed with blue and red: "...Shield." “Boom boom boom!!!—” ====================== Monthly ticket! Reward! ! Like! ! ! Chapter 445 Approaching Chapter 2 will be updated at 8 o'clock. ===================== "……earthquake?" Among the team that had entered the forest for more than one kilometer, a man in the mage formation suddenly frowned and muttered something in a low voice. The other members of the two escort teams also reacted one after another. They turned their heads and looked around in confusion, their eyes slightly narrowed, as if they were listening carefully to and sensing something. Finally, they seemed to have confirmed something. Several members who seemed to have a higher status rode their horses to the leader and reported: "Sir, there seems to be a small earthquake near the mountain... The tremor is not strong and will not have a significant impact on the next operation." The leader who was riding forward nodded slightly without saying anything. He waved his arm to signal everyone to return to the team. His weathered face remained expressionless and no one knew what he was thinking. "Earthquake? Where did the earthquake come from?" Thomas, who was following the baggage train at the inner layer of the team entering the mountain, was stunned. He looked down at the weed-covered land under his feet in confusion, trying to detect a slight shake in his footsteps. But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, the earth was as quiet as a virgin. He gave up very quickly because he knew himself well and understood that he was just a skilled warrior and his perception was definitely not as good as those second-level warriors in the guard team.
"Sir, may I ask what kind of alien species you are going to hunt?" The fully armed team spent another ten minutes in cold silence, and someone asked cautiously: "Such a big battle... wouldn't it be dangerous?" Thomas followed the source of the voice and found that the person speaking was a man in a linen gown. He was thin and dark, with an honest face, a typical farmer's appearance. He recognized at a glance that this guy was not a member of the caravan. He must be a temporary worker like himself, recruited by the caravan from other places. "Just work hard, why are you talking so much!?" The farmer had just finished speaking when a man next to him, who was wearing a merchant corps uniform, glared at him fiercely and shouted at him harshly, causing the honest man to shut up immediately, lower his head and dare not say another word. The team of dozens of people fell into silence again. But after the interruption of the farmer just now, the atmosphere in the team became much more solemn, and a sense of uneasiness spread among the dozen or so temporary workers. Although no one stood up to support him, the questions he asked were indeed what the other temporary workers were deeply worried about. These people were basically illiterate and uninformed farmers and temporary workers. They were not as capable as Thomas in quickly judging the composition and structure of this so-called "merchant group". But as a veteran who has lived at the bottom of society and has struggled for decades, he still has basic vision and intuition about potential crises. The dozen or so cavalrymen dressed as majestically as knights made these low-level laborers realize instantly... there was definitely something seriously wrong with this so-called "hunting and herb-collecting team"! Who knows what they are up to? I am just a lowly person, but I am traveling with a group of people who look so strange... This is not something that can be laughed off and shrugged off. If it involves something serious, you could lose your head! As time went on, the atmosphere of uneasiness among the crowd grew stronger. Less than ten minutes into the procession, someone started to complain again. "Sir, you must tell us clearly what you want to do?" A strong worker carrying a shoulder pole suddenly stopped and shouted with courage: "I am not well-educated, but I can tell that this is definitely not an ordinary hunting team. If you don't make it clear, I won't work for you." The stable boy who was leading the packhorse next to him was about to tell him to shut up, and the other temporary workers also stopped, and then, emboldened by the large number of people, they all expressed their dissatisfaction and concerns: "I found it strange from the beginning. What kind of merchant group would bring so many fully armored cavalry? These things are not cheap!" "Those in robes are mages, right? I've seen them in the city before! That's what mages look like! How can a caravan afford to hire so many mages?" "You didn't do anything after entering the mountain, you just kept walking straight in. How can you look like you're hunting or collecting herbs?" "A group of outsiders went into the mountains without even a guide. I've never seen anyone like this before!" "..." The temporary workers were talking one after another, their voices getting louder and louder, and suddenly there was an uproar, making the team, which had been solemn a minute ago, become chaotic. They are indeed ignorant, but they are not stupid. The environment of the End Mountains is extremely dangerous and unknown, and the vast forest at its foot also has a strange and unpredictable ecology. It is home to a large number of alien monsters and is difficult to develop. It has remained in a primitive and wild state for thousands of years.
But at the same time, huge risks correspond to huge benefits. This virgin land, which is full of spiritual plants, high-level magical beasts, natural mineral veins and even legendary ancient civilization relics, is simply a huge treasure in the eyes of adventurers! Therefore, in the areas surrounding the End Mountains, it is not uncommon to enter the forest at the foot of the mountain to hunt, collect herbs, and attempt to gain profit. There are also many outsiders who come from afar to form teams and go into the mountains, hoping to gain wealth through such adventures. This has led to the development of related industries in this area. Cities, towns and even villages all have more or less supporting arms stores, blacksmith shops, inns and even shops selling longevity potions and spiritual equipment, which specifically provide supplies for these adventurers. Therefore, the local residents are very clear about what the real "hunting and herbal medicine team" should be composed of. In short, it is absolutely impossible to be like the current one, with dozens of fully armored cavalry and mages! This is called hunting? They believed it when they heard that we were going to start a rebellion! "Shut up! Be quiet! Stop making such a fuss!..." A slave belonging to the Order of St. Hydra hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to maintain order, but the temporary worker, who had long been resentful, simply ignored him and instead raised his voice to drown out his scolding. "this……!" Seeing this noisy scene, Thomas' hair stood on end. He took a few steps back tremblingly, trying to stay away from these people: "You're just a life-threatening thing..." As a transcendent himself, he has a better understanding of the power and character of transcendents at a higher level of strength. A bunch of insignificant people actually dared to get angry at more than 20 well-equipped and well-trained combat superhumans... They really don't want to live! His hair was almost sticky with cold sweat. He pressed one hand against his chest, tightly grasping the black and red pebble through his shirt. He kept praying in his heart that if this group of people wanted to kill people in anger, the black-haired girl who looked so powerful... Don't just stand by and watch someone die. "quiet!" Suddenly, a stern and deep voice rang out among the crowd. ==================== A new week, please like it! Chapter 446 Approaching The sound was not particularly loud, but it was extremely penetrating and clear, as if it came from within the human body, instantly making everyone present feel deaf and dumb. The noisy temporary workers suddenly fell silent and looked at each other in confusion. Thomas, who was already frightened, immediately retracted his neck into his shoulders, his teeth chattering with fear. "Everyone, please be patient. We are just a group of merchants who make a living by hunting and collecting herbs. We are new to the End of the Mountains and do not know the specific conditions here. In addition, due to lack of communication, we may have caused misunderstandings among you." The one who spoke was the leader at the front of the team. He gently flicked the reins and skillfully and calmly made his horse turn slightly sideways so that he could face the people behind him: "I've heard that the End Mountains are full of dangers, so I spent a lot of money to hire a well-equipped and powerful mercenary team to help us defend against all dangers on the road." He pointed to the cavalry and mages guarding the two wings of the team and said loudly: "Please don't worry too much, just do your job and we will make sure you can return home safely with your pay." After listening to his explanation, the restless temporary workers looked at each other for a few seconds, and those who knew each other came close to talk. For a while, whispers floated in the mountain forest with swaying tree shadows.
This group of people just wanted an explanation to avoid losing their lives in vain, and they didn't really want to cause trouble. After the male leader explained the situation, they no longer had any objections and continued their previous work quietly. "Continue to go!" At the leader's command, the mighty armed team set off on horseback again. The strong men in the front held machetes and chopped the criss-crossing branches and broken wood along the road to clear obstacles for the horses behind. In this way, the team of forty or fifty people continued to advance deeper into the forest. "Damn it, it's over. These people... I'm afraid they're going to... kill people to silence them..." However, Thomas was not at all reassured by his leader's words. Instead, his face turned extremely pale and he had no strength to move things. He is not one of those illiterate peasants who cannot read a single word. How could he be fooled by the leader's few words? ! What the hell is a mercenary team... There are more than 20 extraordinary people in it. Who is so idle as to be a mercenary? This profession is like an adventurer. It sounds impressive, but in fact it is like a fly on a glass window: the future is bright, but there is no way out. In other words, the team leader was just trying to fool them and he had no intention of explaining at all! What does this mean? Thomas didn't dare to think too deeply. Maybe his head would fall apart in the next second... Time passed minute by minute, and the huge team continued to march towards the majestic gray-black mountain not far away in the cold atmosphere, and the sky was gradually covered by the color of the mountain wall. Looking up, Thomas couldn't help but feel extremely depressed, as if the mountains that covered the sky were about to collapse in the next second. During this period, the group encountered alien attacks more than once. But each crisis was resolved very quickly and neatly. If there was only a slight movement of the surrounding vegetation, the cavalry or magicians on both wings of the team would dash into the bushes or raise their hands to release a magic missile. In a short moment, the surroundings returned to calm. Throughout the whole process, Thomas didn't even get a clear look at the attacking object, and everything was over. The temporary workers were relieved by the strength of this group of "mercenaries", and they just did their jobs steadily and stopped talking too much. Only Thomas's head was covered with cold sweat... "Sir, the mountain of the End Mountains is ahead." After several hours, when the sun was high in the sky, someone in the team reported to the leader. The leader nodded and said loudly to everyone: "Ready to begin!" Thomas and others were a little confused. Before they could react to what was going to happen, the entire team, from the guards and craftsmen to the stable boys and servants, all started moving. They instructed the temporary workers to unload various supplies from the baggage horses in a very orderly manner, and then followed everyone to quicken their pace and trot forward. At the same time, the guards on both wings dispersed on horseback to provide space for the personnel inside to perform, but they did not disrupt the formation. Instead, they continued to protect the safety of everyone quite calmly. The craftsmen skillfully took out various tools from the pack horses, such as toothed saws, hammers, rulers, compasses, charcoal pencils, etc., and either carried them in their hands or hung them in the vest pockets. Thomas and the other temporary workers didn't know what to do, but they didn't dare to disobey orders. They followed the instructions of the merchant group members, took the large and small bags off the pack horses, and carried them on their shoulders as they moved forward with some difficulty.
After walking for a few minutes, the trees in front of us suddenly became sparse, and a dark rock wall stood in front of us. "arrive." The leader rode his horse to a stop, looked up and down at the stone wall for a while, and was about to give a new order when he was suddenly stunned and turned his head to look to the side. "Sir, what's wrong?" The leader of the cavalry team, noticing that he didn't react right, frowned and stepped forward to ask.