Trafford’s Trading Club

A bolt of thunder fell, and the flashing thunder light gave the dim rain forest a rare silver light... a silver light that took away all colors.

The woman looked blue and her body was shivering because she was soaked in the rain, but she hugged her child tightly out of concern.

Mother and son were like abandoned little animals. Their clothes could not cover their bodies, and they were only carrying a large banana leaf.

The woman begged and said: "Can you give us some food? You don't have to give it to me. Please give my child a mouthful of hot soup."

Rumble——!

Thunder light.

"Excuse me, can I borrow a fire?"

Klaus's eyes trembled, and he looked at the black-haired young man in front of him expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Do it yourself."

…

It is extremely dangerous for a mage profession to walk alone in such a dangerous rainforest - of course, if the mage is powerful enough, that is another story.

Klaus is actually very good at collecting intelligence - for example, he will interestingly compile information about the top 300 players and "players" on the server list.

There will definitely be some missing information, and some [players] are even quite mysterious and rarely show up - and after several version iterations in [Emerald] Continent, players have already had the function of blocking [names].

Some people don't enable this feature, while others are quite happy with it.

【Mage】.

That's what Klaus saw about the dark-haired young man's name, or just an ID.

Of course, he himself is not much better - the ID he will display is only the word "Gunner".

Klaus observed the other party subconsciously. Even though he was walking in this bad rain forest, there were no traces of mud on the young man's body... He was very clean, as clean as if he was walking on a sunny afternoon.

"This is some hot soup. It was left by the previous team in this camp before they left. I want to scoop it up myself." Klaus said casually: "They left this tent, but I don't plan to take it away. You can use it, but It’s best to erase the traces before leaving.”

"Mr. [Gunner] are you ready to leave too?" The young man walked into the tent and shook out the water from his umbrella.

Klaus said calmly: "A powder to hide the aura was sprinkled around this temporary territory, but in this environment the effect should be lifted soon. Do you want to leave?"

The young man smiled casually and sat down. He first warmed himself up in front of the bonfire, then took a bowl of hot soup and drank it in small sips.

Klaus planned to leave, he was well rested.

In the bad weather, thunder continued. I heard that every thunder represented the arrival of bad news... Klaus looked thoughtfully towards the direction where Zheng Zixiong's team left. If he counted the time, if the group The sickle spider didn't retreat too far. The two sides must have met, right?

At this moment, Klaus's eyes narrowed.

A little boy holding a banana leaf appeared beside the [Mage] young man at some point... The little boy turned sideways in front of Klaus, but he was facing the [Mage] young man.

Klaus's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

The little boy slowly raised his finger and pointed directly at the [Mage].

--Danger!

The little boy slowly turned towards Klaus... Under the lightning, half of the silver-white childish face was crying, and the other half was dripping with blood, and the flesh was molded into a lake.

Klaus instinctively released a speeding skill, rushed out of the tent in an instant, left his body in the rain... and left without saying a word.

Don't choose a way out.

After the young man took a casual sip of the hot soup, he looked thoughtfully at the place next to him. He saw the dark night, the rainforest, the rain... only the light of the bonfire was swaying in the rain.

What's in sight?

"Have you been following him?" the young man asked softly.

…

…

Buzz...weng...

The tinnitus may be due to too dense thunder - it feels like a grenade has just exploded around you, and the ears are not well protected by the helmet.

Foot marks of different shades were left on the mud by being stepped hard on, which was also a pretty bad thing.

Klaus finally stopped under an old tree. He leaned on the tangled roots and sat down. He took advantage of the small puddles formed at the roots and poured large amounts of water on his face. Washing.

He wiped his face vigorously and exhaled. The sudden increase in rain made him look down on the surrounding environment... It was like being in that cruel war.

The ancient trees around were like thousand-year-old dryads. They opened large mocking mouths in the tree trunks. The continuous tinnitus became more and more intense. Klaus subconsciously covered his head, feeling a headache. crack.

A bolt of thunder struck straight down on the big tree, and the flames... rose.

…

Crack... crack.

When the half-dry and half-wet branches burned, there seemed to be a lot of noise... Klaus held his gun, bumped his hands against the hot coffee in the stainless steel cup, and looked at the iron pot on the fire absently.

The aroma of food comes from time to time.

He looked at the trembling little boy standing alone next to him, and suddenly filled a bowl from the iron pot...a bowl of soup with a lot of meat, and handed it over.

The little boy subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, but quickly retracted his hands hesitantly.

"Eat, this is what you deserve. In terms of reward..." Klaus casually glanced at a certain tent not far away. Several figures were inside, "Your mother has already given it, or is giving it." .”

The child was very young, but he seemed to have understood what was happening there - the little boy clenched his fists, knocked the food to the ground, and then rushed directly to the tent.

Klaus had quick eyesight and quick hands. The sniper rifle in his hand instantly danced like a long stick and hit the little boy's leg directly, causing him to fall to the ground.

The little boy quickly endured the pain and was about to get up, but Klaus pushed him to the ground. This strong soldier only needed one hand to pinch the child's neck and hold him in place. It is difficult to struggle in the suffocation.

"Don't cry, it will only make your efforts in vain and even cost you your life."

The boy grabbed Klaus's arm tightly and dug his nails into it.

"Do you understand what I say? You will lose your life now." Klaus sneered, pulled out his pistol, and forced the muzzle of the gun directly into the boy's mouth, "Listen, we are not good people. It's the warmongers who are invading your homeland. Don't try to anger me. Your mother's behavior is quite stupid. Maybe she will be dealt with after the group of people vent their anger. But she knows that it is dangerous, just to give You exchanged a piece of food, but you threw it to the ground, please mourn and repent to your mother in hell!"

thunder.

Trigger pulled.

Click!

The boy's eyes widened in horror, and he let out a tragic and continuous whine from his uncomfortable throat... The gun was empty, and the little boy was so frightened that he could not control himself.

But at this moment, Klaus expressionlessly released his grip on the other person's neck, walked to the bonfire again, and never looked at the pale little boy again.

The little boy seemed to have calmed down, and silently walked to the overturned food, squatted down, reached out to pick up the pieces of meat on the ground, and started eating.

"Look, Coyotito, haha!"

The soldier showed a teasing smile, walked up to the little boy, and kicked him over as if teasing - but the little boy quickly got up again, grabbed a handful of food mixed with sand and stuffed it into his mouth. , his eyes of hatred were fixed on the soldier.

"Okay, I like the look in this little kid's eyes." The soldier sneered, then sat down next to Klaus and lit a cigarette: "Klaus, why don't you go in and relax? This kind of thing Bad weather, you need a woman, we got really lucky today.”

Klaus looked at the soldier expressionlessly and said, "They will be back soon."

"Relax, my brother." The soldier didn't care, and his eyes suddenly narrowed when looking at the little boy... The soldier escaped from his pistol at this time, pointed at the little boy casually, and chuckled: "No There will be people who know who has been here, everyone does. Listen to me, this is a paradise, isn't it?"

Klaus simply closed his eyes, took out a silver cross from his collar, clenched it in his fist, and recited something silently.

"Okay, cultist." The soldier shrugged and didn't say anything. He just pointed his pistol at the little boy and ordered: "Little boy, kneel down!"

The little boy didn't listen at all.

The soldier whistled and fired a shot recklessly. The bullet hit the little boy directly at the feet. He was so frightened that he became weak and collapsed on the ground.

In the tent, the woman let out a roar of grief and anger, and actually struggled to crawl out of the tent. The woman had just stretched out her upper body, and only glanced at the little boy's condition, and was instantly dragged in by the people inside. .

The soldier laughed, and pointed the swinging muzzle at the boy again - suddenly, a big hand pressed down the soldier's pistol, it was Klaus.

Then, the fist hit the soldier hard in the face - Klaus even took the soldier's pistol away.

"You are too presumptuous. The sound of gunfire will attract nearby resisting guerrillas, idiot." Klaus said expressionlessly, and put a pistol against the soldier's head.

"Hey, brother, relax." The soldier raised his hands instantly, and then suddenly attacked and punched out.

boom--!

…

clatter--!

It seemed like...a sound of snapping fingers.

…

Klaus suddenly took a breath... Inhaling the strong smell of fireworks around him, his groggy brain was still extremely uncomfortable. However, in Mo Hu's sight, there was a terrifying monster with twelve pairs of eyes in front of him, standing straight and straight. Staring at myself!

Scythe Spider!

Klaus struggled instinctively, but found that his whole body was entangled in spider silk - he had been trapped in a huge spider web and could not move.

At this moment, a fireball the size of a fist shot out suddenly and hit the Scythe Spider directly - the small fireball suddenly exploded, causing most of the Scythe Spider to burn instantly!

The sickle spider let out a miserable scream and instantly fled from the canopy of the complicated ancient tree... The fire spread, burning the spider web.

Klaus was able to escape and suddenly fell from the tree.

Klaus, who had survived the disaster, breathed out slowly... He leaned on the roots of the tree, trying to calm down, while looking at the black-haired young man not far away... [Mage].

"You saved me." Klaus couldn't help but frowned, "Follow me too?"

"I heard something." [Mage] walked over slowly, "This spider seems to be able to use sound waves to attack the spirit. If the spirit resistance value is not high, it will be easily affected... Hello [Gunner] Sir, we meet again."

Klaus shook his head vigorously, struggled to stand up against the tree trunk, "I have fought against these sickle spiders before, and I have never found that they have psychic attack skills."

"Maybe one of them mutated by chance." [Mage] smiled slightly and said: "Even humans will occasionally have one or two aliens, right?"

"Alien..." Klaus nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement. He frowned and looked at the young [Mage] again, as if to confirm something - this time, he didn't show up... …

"Mr. [Gunner], is there something on my face?" [Mage] asked curiously.

Klaus said calmly: "It's nothing. The rainforest is dangerous. I just want to confirm that there is something following you."

"Something will follow me." [Mage] asked, blinking.

Klaus slowly said two words, "Death."

[Mage] said: "Mr. [Gunner], have you confirmed whether there is death around me?"

"No." Klaus said expressionlessly: "You are very good and healthy. If you leave the [Red King's Tomb] limited time map now, you should be able to live a hundred years old, and there will be many beautiful women willing to climb up to you. bed, because you are handsome enough. Fortunately, you have the abundant capital to become a playboy - if you are a normal man."

[Mage] The young man smiled, "A sense of humor?"

Klaus just shrugged, and then with a flash of light in his hand, he threw something at [Mage] - [Mage] took it casually and found that what he got was a special drop item from the event map: [Star Chips].

Quantity 50.

"This is the reward for saving me." Klaus said casually: "This is already half of my gain."

The [Mage] put away the props, smiled and said: "Suddenly I realized that this is also a quick way to collect [Star Chips]. It's a pity that people in danger are usually not easy to meet."

"Really?" Klaus said indifferently: "But everyone wants to ask for help."

"Mr. [Gunner], do you need some medicine such as mental resistance?" [Mage] smiled like a businessman: "As a mage profession, I have a lot of this kind of medicine."

"Poor, no money." Klaus slapped his face hard twice, "This is the way of the poor."

Suddenly, a tragic cry came from the forest ahead.

Klaus's face changed slightly, and he stared thoughtfully at the direction where the scream came from, and said thoughtfully: "It should be the group from the previous camp... It seems that you are lucky, and you will meet him again soon. The target of support.”

…

Fire, storm... wreckage, the smell of blood.

It looks like a large slaughterhouse.

Klaus quickly jumped onto the trunk of a big tree... and the [Mage] also used a small skill to appear next to him.

Looking down, Zheng Zixiong and his team of more than a dozen people now only have the perverse young man A Yi left - even so, half of A Yi's body has been bitten off...

Surrounded by at least forty sickle spiders...

"The group is destroyed..."

Klaus slowly let out the fact that he had already thought of.