There were ten members of Garbage's team.
Led by Garbage and Fast, followed by three mages, an assistant, three archers, and a dead knight.
It was a team with a balanced distribution.
"Sure enough, they met Garbage..."
Francis's heart sank when he saw the five adventurers not far away.
He couldn't see the level of these adventurers directly, perhaps because they were not creatures on the plain.
However, according to their previous performance, the average level of this team would never exceed 20.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been entangled by a group of level-10 rotten corpses and used a long time to escape.
When Garbage found them, Old cow also found Garbage.
"Guys, we've made a fortune. Look at that!"
Old cow pointed at Garbage, who was holding a shield and a long sword, and said excitedly, "It's a high-level skeleton! If we kill him and get the black crystal, we can sell it in the black market for 10000 gold coins!"