An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

After starting the engine, Noshier found a hidden locker next to the engine.

23 soul coins, three blank Purgatory parchments, two bloodstones and a carnelian were found in it. These three gems can be sold for more than 100 gold coins.

"What a great harvest! I have been performing for nearly a year and have not earned more than half of this time."

"It is worth celebrating, but there will be plenty of time later. Now it is time to run away."

Put all these things into the bag and turn to leave the engine room.

After closing the door of the captain's room, he walked through the people in the aisle to the deck and saw Scar studying the hell crossbows.

Each of them had been caught by this thing before, and they were familiar with it, and now they have discovered the characteristics of these crossbows.

These four crossbows have undoubtedly been specially modified. The first two placed on the front of the car can only be loaded with nets, and the last two can only be installed with spears.

After the capture net is launched, the captured creatures will be directly dragged to the preparation storage room through the winch under the crossbow and the gap reserved in advance to accommodate the iron chain. The whole design can be said to be very delicate, and the ordinary capture spear behind it seems to have been deliberately reduced in power.

Scar discovered this, and he is now tightening the key buckle with the wrench he found on the deck to adjust the power back to the strength of a normal crossbow.

"It's really interesting. This design is completely for capturing slaves. Hehe, I can't wait to use this evil creation to treat those evil beasts."

The corners of his mouth raised a smile. Without a doubt, this is the purest smile, filled with almost overflowing malice.

He used to be a holy warrior who adhered to the way of dedication, but now revenge for the entire city is the source of his strength.

The honor and principles he once adhered to have long gone with the fallen city. In order to fight his enemies and the evil demons, he is willing to use all means and all means!

Noshier could see his state, and to be honest, he was not sure whether it was good or not.

Some people say that hatred is a good thing, and it makes people feel energetic.

Others say that the anger of revenge can burn people into insanity.

But... whether revenge or not, it is the choice of the person concerned, and how can Noshier have the right to persuade him? After all, strictly speaking, they just met.

Unless they have the fate to adventure together in the future, but to be honest, Noshier is still so vague about the future path.

Before that, he didn't even know whether to get involved in the operation to save Eltoril.

Although the two successful battles recently gave Noshier a certain degree of confidence, he actually knew very well in his heart...

If he really chased into hell through that sun, then life and death would be completely out of his hands.

Shaking his head, getting rid of the cumbersome thoughts, Noshier shouted to Scar.

"Skar, we should go. I have figured out how to start this car. The deck is very empty. You hold on."

Skar gestured to Noshier, indicating that he heard it.

Then he called out to the forest again, and soon two little squirrels climbed up from under the car.

"Did you find anything unusual? Mumu."

"Zhi, no, no sound, no monster, nothing."

No pursuers...

"We are lucky. That guy Bafo is really an arrogant idiot. He didn't use this helmet to notify other devils before I came down. Now the last worry is gone."

He didn't know Bafo's motive for doing this, but he guessed that maybe in the eyes of the devil, it might be a very shameful thing for the hunter to be killed by the prey.

If this matter is told to other devils, then this shame will be used by the devil with a heart to say a few bad words to the superior, and the crime of incompetence will be directly placed on him.

On the contrary, as long as he solves the invader, the three devils who have died and returned to hell will become insignificant, and their deaths will only be judged as their incompetence, and will not involve Bafo himself.

"...What a sick hell system. If the whole army is wiped out, wouldn't it be like this now?"

He started the hell chariot while complaining silently.

The chariot roared as Nohsil moved, and the tracks began to shake slowly, and then gradually climbed forward. The speed was increased in just a few seconds.

Nohsil, a novice driver, only dared to use the lowest gear. The accelerator joystick of this chariot had five gears, but even the lowest gear had a speed of more than 30 miles per hour. There were trees everywhere beside him, and the screams in the soul furnace also disturbed him, further magnifying his road phobia.

The two little squirrels, Mumu and Guozi, were rolling around with their heads in their hands. Nohsil couldn't bear it anymore, so he stuffed them into his bag.

And Nohsil could only operate the steering wheel, carefully avoiding trees, while enduring the magic sound piercing his brain and moving forward with difficulty.

In short, after being tortured by this broken car for nearly an hour, accompanied by a shrill cry, they finally rushed out of the forest, looking at the Jonsa River in the distance, and Noshier roared directly at the broken car under him.

"I take back what I said before! This damn broken car! Even if someone gives me 10,000 gold coins, I will make it roll as far away as possible!"

Car: "Ahhh!!!!"

The engine of the car was still making a shrill wail. Noshier didn't know if the soul could feel pain, but his eardrums definitely could! And it hurt so much!!

Scar also covered his ears and walked over. He was also tortured by the sound. Other ordinary people were even worse off. This chariot specially built for the devils of hell was not something that ordinary people could ride and drive for a long time.

"Noshier! We should be close to the forest! Can we go down and walk this road by ourselves!"

Scar shouted loudly to Noshier, and he responded with the same voice.

"Okay! I'll find a place to stop this broken car!"

It's no use not stopping. If they continue driving, everyone in the car will suffer from neurasthenia or more serious complications.

Mumu and Guozi have fainted. They knelt down and asked Noshier to knock them out. Noshier also controlled the strength to give them a sweet sleep.

When the car finally stopped, the people in the car almost rolled and crawled down. After everyone got off, Noshier drove this huge noise pollution source alone and found a hidden forest to get into.

Putting the Hellfire Needle in his bag, Noshier turned around and left. He never wanted to see this broken car again!

But Noshier had just taken two steps firmly, but then slowly stopped, turned his head, looked at the broken car, and Noshier shouted in despair again.

"Damn, I can't just ignore it. If I drive this thing to Baldur's Gate and sell it, I will get at least 10,000 gold coins! But where can I hide such a big piece of iron?"

He looked at the traces left by the huge track all the way. It was very difficult to completely hide the traces of this thing. He was not a high-level druid!

But he really couldn't bear to continue to torture his ears. Just when Noshier was in a dilemma and was about to slide towards the gold coins between 10,000 gold coins and his ears.

A familiar and steady voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Maybe I can help you. What are you worried about? Little Noshir."

This voice is!

"Master Harsin! Why are you here?"

The person who came was the leader of the Green Forest, the high-level druid of the Moon Society, and Master Harsin, who could be regarded as Noshir's adoptive father.

Harsin was a wood elf, but he had a strong physique that ordinary wood elves would be afraid of. Although his profession was a druid, Noshir always suspected that Harsin's physique and strength were not inferior to his own even if he did not transform into an animal form.

He wore a gorgeous Taoist robe woven by nature, and his face was painted with oil paint symbolizing druids. His broad face was full of a kind expression. A claw mark on his face did not affect his temperament. He looked like he was in his prime, but he also revealed the wisdom that only old people have.

"Since an hour ago, the forest has been sending me warnings that an evil creature is constantly moving through the forest, disturbing nature."

"I used the fifth-ring druid spell, [Ask Nature] to check, but found you."

"Child, what's going on? What did you bring?"

Noshier sighed and said slowly.

"Bad news, Master, very bad news."

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The author is thinking about the next plot, and may not be able to update the third chapter today, I am very sorry!