Chuck quickly replied, "The mountain roads here can all reach Upper Dallas, but they are too steep to transport goods, so no one maintains them."
"Okay, let's go then."
Lin Feng nodded indifferently, stretched his body slightly, glanced briefly at the Fie Rosta siblings who had followed, and caught up with Mal and the others.
After advancing for a long time, the mountain path turned into a broken crevice in the rock, and in the distance, one could see a pit dug by someone, which became a support point for later people to advance on the cliff.
"This was left behind by escaped convicts from Monta City. About five hundred years ago, there was a riot in Monta City prison, and three legendary criminals escaped here."
"Bloodclaw, I heard about him when I was a kid. It's said that he reached the Immersion level, but he still starved to death in the deep valley." The mercenaries whispered, splitting into several small groups and arriving at a flat area at the foot of the mountain.
The magician siblings walked alone at the back, with several mercenaries whose auras were relatively stable beside Chuck, a few elves walking in the middle, and some ordinary mercenaries who looked to have been temporarily recruited in front.
Lin Feng stopped, took out a piece of dried meat from his pocket, leaned against a corner, and rested.
Ma'er and the others also sat down. Now they were all unarmed and had been injured all the way. An ordinary person would have fallen off a cliff halfway there.
"Let's rest for half an hour, then we'll go to the other side."
With his head down, Mar said quietly after looking around, then subtly raised his finger and pointed to a fork in the road not far away: one path leading to a distant mountain peak, and the other leading to the foot of the mountain.
“The wind is blowing from above, and the scent of the twin flowers is very strong; it’s dangerous,” Mar said. Several orcs beside him closed their eyes and leaned against the corner to fall asleep.
After responding to Ma Er's gaze, Lin Feng, who had also sat down, was thinking about F. Rost and the others.
Ophina died, and the Rosta siblings did not react excessively. When they were about to be framed, their first reaction was anger, not the shock of being suddenly exposed.
So the final inscription is most likely on Chuck. Considering that he has been following them since they got in the car, his purpose is probably to better protect the inscription... Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that it is hidden on someone else.
However, if they continue on this path, regardless of whether they encounter monsters or not, they will eventually be discovered by the Knights.
The best approach is to disperse and confuse the public, and they also need rest so they can go further down this path.
Orcs, Inscriptions, Enchantment, Twin Flowers, War...
Half an hour later, Lin Feng slightly opened his eyes. The temporarily recruited mercenary group had already embarked on the road up the mountain. Not long ago, Chuck's group split into two factions. After an argument, a young mercenary led a few people towards the road up the mountain.
In the end, only four people remained with Chuck, and the Rost siblings chose to continue following him.
Mar, having rested, got up, and Raine, who had been startled awake, immediately stood up as well, waking the other orcs.
The group continued walking, one after another, until they embarked on the path leading down the mountain. Each of them was surprised for a few moments, but dared not utter any doubts.
This was something they followed, not something that Mal and others forced them to do.
After an unknown amount of time, the smell of blood wafted from ahead.
A large number of shattered limbs were scattered on the road, and several Pegasus wings clung to the cliff, dripping blood as they slowly slid down.
Mercenaries, knights, Pegasus knights, and even shredded insect corpses were all hanging around the perimeter.
Mar raised his hand and gestured for him to pass quickly, and Ryan was the first to rush across the blood.
The remaining people passed through one by one, carefully avoiding any places that might be stained with blood, and traversed this mentally torturous road.
After Chuck crossed the threshold, Mal stared at him and suddenly asked, "How long does it take to get to Upper Dallas?"
“It will take about three days. It will be much shorter from here. We don’t need to go around the deep valley; we can climb over the mountain.” Chuck pointed to a section of mountain that could be faintly seen ahead: “After going around there, you will see a cliff. There is a mountain path at the bottom of the cliff that you can climb.”
Are there any other routes?
“Yes…” Chuck hesitated slightly, “Go west along the valley floor for about four days. Once you get out of the mountains, you’ll reach the river bend and mudflats. Go another day ahead, and you’ll see the border post.”
“Split up.” Mar immediately had an idea and said to the orcs following him, “You follow Renn westward, and when you reach the mouth of the river, go around to the wilderness east of Upper Dallas and wait for me.”
"Wait, I..."
Before Ryan could speak, Mal immediately interrupted him: "It was my suggestion to go to Upper Dallas. You must leave here alive."
Ryan was speechless for a moment, completely unable to refute the other party.
Mar's expression changed as he looked at Chuck: "What exactly did you take?"
Chuck's tongue stiffened, and he involuntarily took a few steps back when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder: "Inscriptions, inscriptions that can turn the tide of the war on the continent."
Looking over at the sound, a man who looked to be around forty years old grabbed Chuck's shoulder and came to stand in front of Mar: "It will give us bodies comparable to the power of immersion, the power to drive the Gordons out of our homeland!"
Mar squinted.
"Once they obtain the inscription, they won't let a single one escape..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mar sneered, "Just wait ten years, until you're all dead, and this land will...forget you all."
"you!!!"
“You are no different from the Gordons.” Mar’s voice was unusually cold.
Enraged, the man glanced around and saw the mercenaries around him, all turning their heads away and offering no support for his words.
"Heh." Mar saw the expressions on the other people's faces and sneered again: "You can leave with them from the west side, consider it my act of kindness in recognition of the nobles' great sense of honor."
The man gritted his teeth, the anger in his eyes completely disproportionate to his strength.
"Wait, we have to get to Upper Dallas ahead of time. If we go from the west, it will take three more days longer than the original route." Chuck shouted from the side, barely managing to divert the man's impending anger, and looked at Lin Feng with a retreating gaze.
After a brief silence, Lin Feng spoke: "According to our contract, we will escort the mercenary group to Upper Dales, including the inscription you mentioned."
Chuck breathed a slight sigh of relief. The contract was just for show. At this critical juncture, where would Shang Dales have the strength to hunt down some marked traitors?
"As for Ophina's betrayal... she's dead, and I don't want to dwell on the dead." Lin Feng said, leaning against the rock wall and spreading his hands. "But, as for the rest... no one can be sure if it can be delivered on time."
"I'll go with you!"
F. Rost took out a potion from his pocket and announced loudly, "A speed boost potion! Double our speed! We can reach that mountain before nightfall!"
Good grief... you've all come clean with your little schemes.
A glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes: That's fine too.
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