After dealing with a small slave-hunting team in the swamp, Mark didn't even waste energy using the Starlight Dreaming skill of the Forbidden Scripture to check the memories of these people.

First, these people are just minions and probably don't have much information.

Secondly, they came to the Lor Swamp to fight anyway, so they didn't care about the mess of forces, they would just rush towards the hostile people!

Based on the intelligence mixed with slang and warnings gathered in the Iron Wall Scout Tavern of the Kingdom of Karl, Mark's team trudged along the barely discernible hidden signposts in the swamp, taking one step deep and one step shallow.

Finally, they arrived at a relatively dry swampy slope covered with jagged black rocks.

This is a "town" barely cobbled together from huge rotten logs, rusted iron sheets, crude stones and mixed magic shields.

It is like a dirty scar embedded in the swamp.

This is the Buffer Zone Black Street, or rather one of the many Buffer Zone Black Streets on the Lore Swamp.

On the outer wall of the black street in the buffer zone where Mark and his friends came, the words "No. 101" were engraved in human and orc language.

The air in Black Street No. 101 is a mixture of the ever-present odor of mud, the pungent smell of low-quality tobacco, the sour smell of low-quality alcohol, and a faint hint of blood.

At the entrance were two crooked wooden barricades. Several guards with sinister eyes and wearing tattered leather or scale armor leaned lazily against them, scanning everyone entering and leaving like vultures.

As soon as Mark and his group stepped into this chaotic place, the atmosphere became stagnant.

Countless eyes instantly focused on the scene on both sides of the muddy road, in the shadows of the crooked shacks, at the door of the tavern with the tattered sign, and even at the piles of garbage.

That look was a mixture of scrutiny, greed, mockery, and undisguised hostility.

The reason is obvious.

Their equipment is too "new".

Mark's worn but clean priest robe, Enzo's greased steel hammer, Anna's plain but obviously high-quality elven leather armor, and Monica's neat and fitted adventurer's outfit.

Even the smooth silver shoulder guards that Xiao Mu mimicked on Mark's shoulders...

In this land soaked in mud, blood and war, being clean means being an "outsider" or a "fat sheep" and means not belonging here.

Enzo felt those sticky gazes, cursed harshly, gripped the handle of the small rune forging hammer at his waist, and glanced around vigilantly.

Anna’s emerald green eyes flickered slightly, and her natural magic allowed her to sense the malice surrounding her as clearly as Mark.

Monica had a blank expression on her face. Her eyes were as sharp as ice cones under her wine-red hair, and her fingertips habitually stroked the handle of the dagger.

Mark seemed to be casually tugging at his collar, but his hand had already quietly pressed on the cross necklace on his chest, with a friendly smile that seemed a bit like a charlatan on his face.

"It seems we are quite popular."

Mark grinned, his voice not loud, but echoing clearly in the suddenly quiet street.

Before he could finish his words, the road ahead was blocked by seven or eight figures.

The leader was a burly man with a scar across his face, carrying a serrated machete. He stared at them fiercely, especially at Monica and Anna, his gaze greedily sweeping over them before finally landing on Mark.

"Tsk, a stranger? A fat sheep that slipped in from the kingdom's defenses? Nicely equipped, Father... Dressing so cleanly in this swamp of ours is unlucky. I think if you want to operate safely in the underworld, Father, you'd better pay us some gold coins to keep an eye on you."

"Otherwise, the Holy Light will not watch over its believers in the Lor Swamp. Then, Father, you will become the little boy in the legend. Brothers, don't you agree? Hahaha!"

The minions following behind him laughed maliciously and drew their weapons one after another: short axes, flails, and poisoned daggers, flashing with cold light.

Enzo took a step forward and slammed his heavy war hammer into the mud, sending up a cloud of muddy spots. "Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the road!"

Scarface's eyes turned fierce: "Shorty, you're so arrogant! Do you know that this is..."

Before he could finish his words, a skinny guy with rat-like eyes leaned close to his ear and whispered something quickly.

His fingers pointed stealthily at several fresh marks on Enzo's leather armor, and he quickly made a gesture of twisted vines.

Scarface's expression changed instantly.

The greed and playfulness from before disappeared without a trace, replaced by a ferocity mixed with surprise and ecstasy.

He stared intently at Team Mark, his voice rising suddenly, filled with deep hatred and a subtle hint of seeking credit:

"Fuck! It's you?! It was you bastards who massacred our Hungry Wolf Gang slave-hunting team?!"

He suddenly raised the serrated machete and roared at the people behind him and on both sides of the street:

"The fat sheep that Boss Grom is putting a bounty on! It's them! Kill those Iron Claw guys! Capture them! Boss will reward you handsomely! Those two women must be taken alive!"

"The person Boss Grom wants!"

"Revenge for Iron Claw and the others!"

"Catch them!"

Like boiling oil dropped into boiling water, the entire entrance area of ​​the black street exploded instantly!

Countless prying eyes turned into naked murderous intent and greed.

The 'Evil Wolf Gang' is actually only the third largest gang in Black Street No. 101, so it is naturally impossible for all the people around here to be members of the 'Evil Wolf Gang'.

But the Evil Wolf Gang offered a reward of 100 gold per head, how could these people not be tempted!

It's a pity that Mark and the others didn't know that their heads were so cheap here, otherwise they could have used gold coins to offer a reward for the boss's head.

Under the shed and in the shadows, more figures emerged with a variety of weapons, vaguely surrounding Mark's team. Foul words and fierce shouts rose one after another.

Enzo spat, and the hammer hummed:

"Damn it, I knew there was a master behind those hyenas! Just in time to take care of them all at once!"

Anna's emerald green eyes locked onto several figures quietly circling behind her, holding blowguns, and green light flowed on her fingertips.

A barely perceptible cold light flashed across the surface of the [Ring of Truth (IX)] between Monica's fingers, and the invisible ripples of "Identification Technique" had already spread out, coldly sweeping across the joints, weapons, and equipment of every surrounder.

Xiao Mu instantly transformed into a round shield with sharp edges on Mark's shoulder. Now Xiao Mu has learned edge OB because he has long discovered that the strength of the people around him is far from being a match for his masters.

The smile on Mark's face was completely wide, revealing his white teeth, but there was no longer any of the gentleness of a priest, only the wild fighting spirit of a ■■ clergyman.

He suddenly pulled off the cross necklace on his chest, and the colorful black light magic hidden under the holy light was instantly injected.

The cross rapidly expanded and extended, turning into a hideous-looking giant cross-shaped sword that was nearly two meters long and shone with a cold and hard metallic luster!