Sylvia didn't have the slightest affection for this guy, and she couldn't help but sneer when she looked at the food in his hand.

As a qualified apprentice in magic, pharmacy, alchemy, enchantment, and inscriptions are all basic subjects that must be learned, and with her apothecary skills, she can detect the smell of the past that has been masked by the broth with a light smell.

So she said coldly, "Put it down." ”

Marcus's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, and he gently put the bowl on the wooden box next to him, but he was secretly cursing in his heart: "Stinky girl! ”

He was a little worried, afraid that Sylvia would not be on the sleeve, so he reminded again: "The broth will not taste good if it is cold." ”

"Well, I know. Sylvia replied coldly.

"If you don't drink, I'll drink. At this moment, the fat man Oloch walked by, drank a large bowl of soup, touched the soup on his mouth, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The corners of Marcus' eyes twitched, he didn't bother to pay attention to this foodie, and turned away directly.

In fact, it didn't matter if Sylvia and Renard drank the soup or not, after all, when the bandit leader arrived, there were hundreds of them combined, and a magic apprentice and a high-ranking samurai couldn't make any waves.

After eating and drinking, the caravan's goods were almost finished, and the merchants decided to set off after discussing them.

At this moment, the pointer of Renard's pocket watch pointed exactly to eight o'clock, and according to the agreement between the Tempest Mercenary Group and the bandit leader, it should be the time to do it.

"Hey, why is my head a little dizzy?" a small merchant who was packing his bags suddenly frowned, feeling that his mind was a little foggy, and then the world swirled, apparently a drug attack.

Just in time: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Two scouts of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment ran towards the camp from a distance, shouting as they ran, "It's the Beard Bandits." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally peaceful camp immediately began to riot, and when he heard that a group of thieves was coming, and it was the most notorious of the Beard bandits, these timid merchants were simply frightened.

The Beard bandits had a bad reputation, and they lived in the Golden Cinnamon Pastures, and they made a living by robbing houses and houses, not only robbing goods, but also rarely leaving them alive.

So in order to save their lives, the merchants threw down their goods and fled in all directions.

However, after running for a short time, many people who drank the broth felt that something was wrong, and a sudden feeling of dizziness came to their heads.

A shrewd merchant had noticed something strange and angrily pointed at the people of the Wind Mercenary Regiment: "You ......"

Before the merchant could say anything, a sharp arrow pierced his throat in an instant, and blood floated in the air, looking extremely delicate and beautiful.

Of course, some people have a better physique, or they don't take much medicine, so they don't have much reaction, and they still follow the Wind Mercenary Group to resist the bandits.

The fate of these people can be imagined, they did not die under the butcher's knife of the robbers, but died under the hidden arrow.

Marcus commanded in a low voice: "Tell me to go down, don't kill them all, and leave a few alive." ”

These people can't all die, and they must leave a few witnesses to prove that their Windwind Mercenaries fought against the Beard Bandits, but they failed because of the huge disparity in strength between the two sides.

Even so, they risked their lives to save many people, but they lost their goods.

In this way, the reputation of the mercenary group can be preserved, and huge profits can be reaped.

The plan was perfect, and Marcus couldn't help but praise his high IQ.

Thinking like this, he immediately rushed out of the tent with a knife, pretending to be angry and said, "Damn Beard bandits, you actually dare to touch the guests of our Wind Mercenary Group, Lao Tzu is inseparable from you." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and signaled, "All the non-combatants are retreating westward, and the brothers of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment have all listened to me, gathered and prepared for battle, and swore not to retreat." ”

Although the camp was already chaotic, Marcus, as a high-level martial artist, had a good voice, but it also made everyone hear it clearly.

Those merchants were already in a mess, but after hearing his order, they immediately ran to the mountains and forests to the west in groups, and at the same time secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, there is a benevolent and righteous army of the Wind Mercenary Regiment. ”

Although these merchants and retinues are ordinary people, they are running faster than rabbits when their lives are at stake.

Many of the people who drank the broth fell unconscious one by one, which made those who did not know why even more frightened, and the only thing left in their minds was the word escape.

In the huge camp, except for some powerful warriors, only the three of them were left.

They gathered together, apparently realizing that something was wrong.

Renard said coldly, "Everyone understands, right?"

A stout warrior nodded: "It's an old routine, but it's very practical." ”

The others also nodded in agreement, but their expressions were not very good-looking, they only added up to more than twenty people, and they wanted to fight hard with hundreds of bandits and the people of the Wind Mercenary Group, it was simply looking for death.

"Guys, I'll go first. Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the adventurers immediately turned and fled.

Everyone didn't stop them, they just looked at them coldly.

However, it didn't take long for the other party to run back again, cursing in his mouth: "Damn, we are surrounded." ”

It is not difficult to surround the entire camp, after all, this is the golden laurel grassland, and the most important thing is horses, as long as thirty or fifty horsemen can block everyone's retreat.

Renard said in a cold voice again: "I have a plan that may work, if successful, not only can I completely eliminate this bandit, but also make the Wind Mercenary Group pay a terrible price." ”

"What's the plan?" asked the strongest warrior in the crowd.

Renard then recounted the plan, which was immediately agreed upon by everyone.

"I think the plan is feasible. "That's it. "I agree. "I agree" "......"

Everyone quickly agreed, and went their separate ways according to the plan.

At this time, the servants and guards brought by the merchants were all unsheathed with their swords unsheathed, posing as if they were facing a great enemy, while the people of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment were all very casual, and some of them even had swords in their scabbards.

Not long after Marcus gave the order, a large crowd of people rushed to the south of the camp.

Judging from their clothing, they looked like refugees fleeing the famine, but everyone was armed, and they were tall and strong-faced, and they should be the members of the so-called Beard bandits.

The reason why he used the word 'so-called' was because Renard felt something unusual about them, and that was discipline, which should not be seen in a group of bandits, so he easily thought of the regular army.