After breakfast, Malin gathered the team, and after checking the equipment, the group proceeded towards Saluda. It is said that Saluda is a small city, and at the southern entrance of the city, there stands a statue, which according to the elves, is a hunter statue dressed in hunter attire, with a feathered crown on the head. The elves certainly would not understand what it is, nor would people of this era. But Malin knew, it should be an Indian sculpture, which made Malin sigh at the passage of time, and at the same time, he felt even more disgusted with the actions of the North Americans. The Anglo-Saxons completed the massacre of the Indians, yet hypocritically granted the last remaining Indians a reservation, artificially creating inequality for the Indians. Their actions, even they themselves, have been swallowed by time over these eight thousand years, but Malin still remembers. In the tone of these butchers, as long as no one remembers this history, then it did not happen — but unfortunately, Malin remembers. Therefore, upon hearing that there is still a so-called nation of cultists on this land, and even slaves exist, Malin decided to let Jason take action to eliminate all those so-called elites, giving salvation to every slave. Malin believes Jerin and his assistants can achieve this, after all, the factory Malin owns can now produce a robot army. If that’s not enough, call upon the force of the Lord of Justice, anyway, these slaveholders must be given a perfect end to their life. This kind of ending must feature streetlamps, ropes, and someone to help them combine with the streetlamps and ropes. After all, the slaveholders have lived off the land and enjoyed idle leisure for so many years; they have likely long transformed into social parasites. To prevent them from remaining in this world making food expensive, a heavy blow is essential, to make them understand what is called the iron fist, and what is called judgment. Onor, as the Knight Commander of the Lord of Justice, seems to prefer merciful means. This made Malin sigh, with so many fanatics in the Church of the Lord of Justice, finally someone like Lord Onor representing the merciful faction... It’s okay, Malin can tolerate him. After all, as a mage, he should not have witnessed any tragedies, he should not know how much the slave society truly devours humans, he really hasn’t seen it, right. Malin thinks, as long as Jason records his witnessing, it should surely cure Onor’s compassionate heart... Even so, mercy is really too extravagant in this era. After complaining, Malin looked up, sitting at the back seat of the elves’ war rhinoceros, he glanced at the sky — according to Salis’ reconnaissance, Yorktown is only about 43 kilometers away in a straight line, with quick legs it only takes a day. And Mr. Beta from Yorktown equipped them with elf war beasts because the journey is not safe, and these creatures, standing three meters tall, are the undisputed tanks of the land in this territory — war rhinoceroses are easy to tame, have a certain intelligence, during armed reconnaissance by the elf patrol team, they like to bring war rhinoceroses along, after all, it can carry quite a few things on its back, and its size is enormous, not to mention common . Malin’s team this time is configured with twelve heads, the Sharpshooter Trio sat on the same war rhinoceros, this war rhinoceros is the oldest leader in this batch, on its back besides the front two-seat platform, there is even a light crossbow platform at the rear, launching heavy steel bolts of twenty centimeters, capable of penetrating the known skins and shells of all spirits and most different kinds currently known to the elves at a distance of forty meters. "Salis saw something on the slope to our left." Malin extended his hand, catching the falling Salis, and after obtaining its intelligence, Malin issued a warning. The elf in the position of the crossbow operator pointed the crossbow towards the ridge top to the left. Onor drove his war rhinoceros, with his companions approaching the left side, and the mounts of the Immortal Master and mages began to gather towards the middle, while these war rhinoceroses completed the formation change smoothly during the run, worthy of being the war mounts particularly attended and tamed by the elves. Moby overlooked with his spiritual energy vision, spotting some monsters somewhat similar to zombies — of course, this similarity refers to their quadrupedal movement mode, their appearance is vastly different from zombies, such as having six limbs, two pairs of limbs at the arms, and two very sturdy hind legs. "It’s the Others!" The elf operating the crossbow first witnessed the enemy’s appearance, he did not start attacking but turned his head to Malin: "Lord Malin, can you cast Mass Slow Spell!" "Do you need me to apply one?" Malin leaned out more than half of his body from behind the Mana controlling the war rhinoceros. "Yes, these Others will become faster after starting their charge, they have commenced." Malin thought for a moment, with both hands dual-casting, directly applying Mass Slow Spell on the group of Others jumping down the slope, then everyone saw these Others lost their balance, crashing on the ground like suicide jumpers leaping off a cliff. War rhinoceroses continued running, Malin twisted his body, watching the creatures called Others helplessly wailing on the ground while gazing far at the prey leaving. "What are these ghost things." Malin asked loudly, turning his head. "Don’t know, we speculate these things are somewhat like zombies from our continent, but why they have two pairs of forelimbs is unknown." The elf operating the crossbow loudly responded: "These guys wander in this area at this season every year, that’s why Mr. Beta let us ride war rhinoceroses, or else once blocked by them it becomes hard to escape."