Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 970: Dark Spear

Abel squatted nimbly on the crown of the tree with long hands and feet. He was as nimble as a monkey in the forest. Once, the Dark Spear offended a nearby Thief group, Silent Flame. Although there weren't as many people as the Dark Spear, they were all villains who dared to kill with all their might. When the swarm of bees rushed over, it was the Dark Spear that was beaten until it was filled with grievances. However, Abel ambushed the leader of the other party and used a whistle arrow to blind one of his eyeballs. In the end, he was chased in the forest for three days and three nights.

Almost all of Abel's days passed by in the trees. He took Silent Fire's men and circled the forest. Finally, he took the risk of bringing them into the territory of a large bandit group. While the two sides were fighting, this brat slipped back. Berek, who had thought that Abel had died, thought that he had run into a ghost when he saw the youth return, but he was naturally shocked.

The sound of horse hooves approached.

Abel leaned against the tree trunk like a squirrel. He slowed down his breathing and naturally fused into his current environment. He did not deliberately observe the situation on the road. His line of sight landed at a fixed point through the gap in the tree. This was his method of wind detection, and no one taught him. He relied on himself to figure it out.

Not long after, the sound of someone conversing was heard. The sound of wooden wheels spinning was mixed with the sound of horse hooves. Judging from the sound, this was a small caravan with less than twenty people. It was the best target for the Dark Spear to blackmail.

The youth waited patiently and was not in a hurry to inform them. He still had to figure out the exact number of people on the other side, even the number of guards, and so on. Not letting him wait too long, a few breaths later, two large horses passed by his line of sight, each riding a young knight. An older man wearing fiery red armor and carrying a dark green spear beside his horse made Abel secretly pay attention. The other one looked much younger, and his rare silver hair reminded Abel of the snow in winter.

The two knights seemed to be talking about something and soon passed Abel's line of sight. At this moment, the silver-haired knight intentionally or unintentionally turned around to look at where the youth was hiding. Abel's breathing immediately stopped. Fortunately, the silver-haired knight only took a casual glance and turned around. Only then did Abel breathe a sigh of relief.

Next were two carriages, one carrying people and the other carrying goods. The carriage had guards on both sides and behind it, and Abel counted ten men.

Two carriages, ten guards, and two knights in front of them opened the path. It was the size of a small caravan. Abel smiled faintly, thinking that Old Man Brick would starve to death if he didn't grab some oil and water if he kept shouting that he didn't have any meat in his stomach these past few days. Right now, there was a fat sheep coming to the door. He cried out a few times in the tree with the voice of an animal. A moment later, an oily black civet came out of the bushes and climbed up the tree crown in three or two strikes, running to the youth's side. This was Abermond's pet. The youth gestured at it and tossed it a nut. "Go, tell the old man that there's meat under his stomach."

The black civet tilted its head and looked at Abel, then picked up the nut and flew away. Abel carefully slipped down from the tree. The youth was barefoot, stepping on the soft mud and silently following behind the caravan, lest they should leave his line of sight.

"Interesting kid. His concealment technique is first-rate. If his body temperature hadn't been too flashy in that cold forest, I'm afraid I would have just ignored him." Alan whispered, combing his horse's mane.

Fares smiled and said, "It should be the scout. Do you want me to take him down?"

"No need, let's see what fish we can catch." Alan shook his head and said, "It will help me understand the general situation of the Land of Darkness."

Fares frowned and hesitated.

Alan smiled and said, "Alright, Captain Fares. I know what you're worried about, but I also said that this trip north is not for sightseeing. We just need to go up from the Iron Spear Leader and flatten out all the stones blocking our way. The road will be clear. The road will be smooth and we will have business to do."

'"If I knew that Sir's so-called trade route is not dangerous, I would probably hesitate a bit and would not dare to agree immediately like that day. No, now Reggie has already begun to advise me to leave as soon as I get to Sardinia." Fares smiled bitterly.

Alan patted him on the shoulder and said, "But by saying that, you mean you don't want to quit, do you, Captain Fares?"

"Empire chongwu, the north is the most. You don't often say that the Yankees always look at the Southerners with their eyes above their noses. If it weren't for the fact that there was an iron spear Hoey in the Southerners, they wouldn't have been so arrogant. Then this time, I will let the Northern Lands know that there is not only Hoey in the Southern Border, but also us now. It was useless to say such things. Only by doing so could they shut their mouths. What better way to shut those cocky guys up than to fight all the way to the north from here? "

Ellen pointed forward and said indifferently, "But if we can't even break through the Dark Lands, why bother going north? Let's just go home."

Fares' eyes lit up a little. Although he wasn't as heroic as Alan, he was still more confident.

At this moment, a sharp howl sounded from the path ahead, as if it was blown out by something. The sound was ear-piercing, everyone frowned, and the horses in the procession bore the brunt of it. They uneasily scratched their hooves, and it seemed that these howls could evoke a reaction from the horses. Allen and the others hurriedly comforted the mount, and with great difficulty, the long howl finally came to a halt. Then, thirty or forty men with black legs rushed out from the black woods on both sides of the road. They held seven or eight flagpoles that weren't long enough, and the grey flag cloth floating on it was painted with the pattern of a black spear.

Alan looked at Fares and said, "Where did you come from?"

Fares had a strange expression on his face as he suppressed it for a long time and said, "I don't know."

He added, "I recognize all the bandit groups that can be called in the Land of Darkness. This one … this one really doesn't know …"

Without embarrassing the upright Guild Leader, Allen smiled and said, "Forget it. Perhaps it's not some guy who's on the stage. No wonder Guild Leader Fares doesn't know him."

Then he looked ahead.

These so-called bandits looked somewhat strange, and all of them didn't look very sturdy. Forget it. Furthermore, these men were not young. The youngest one looked like a middle-aged man, while the old one simply bent down and hunched. Someone in the crowd coughed dryly and strode forward. "We are the Dark Spear. This is our territory. If you want to pass through here, you have to pay a poll tax!"

Alan narrowed his eyes. The one speaking was an old man. There was an ugly scar on his bald head. Although he was a little short and fat, he still had some momentum when he stood in the crowd. After the old man finished speaking, another youth rushed out from the edge of the forest. He ran to the old man's side. Ellen recognized him as the one guarding the black tree and immediately smiled at him.

The youth's face was filled with doubt.