One of the four bandit leaders, a foothold of the cunning fox.

Uncertain whereabouts and no fixed place to live, this is the style of the four largest bandits, and it is also the most headache for the countless nobles and officers and soldiers who have tried to exterminate them.

It has also been peaceful for a long time, and the gray wolf and other talents have gradually begun to build and operate a fixed comfortable nest**. After being used hard by Anthony, they finally regained their vigilance and lived a wandering life again.

Of course, no matter how erratic their whereabouts are, Anthony will not be unable to find them. Otherwise, do you want the antidote to the Xuan Ice Talisman?

"Leader of the cunning fox, during this time, I should have found someone to check it. How's that, can the antidote be cracked? ”

Anthony is laid-back, like a casual conversation between friends. But Owen on the side was nervous, and beads of sweat were already faintly appearing on his forehead.

He couldn't help but be nervous.

The world is so big that there are countless capable people, who dares to guarantee that Anthony's means of control will be unsolved. If the four of them really found a way to crack it, they could even imitate the antidote to alleviate the attack of the Xuanbing Talisman. From now on, they will no longer have to be at the mercy of Anthony.

Then, if you and Anthony come over unsuspectingly, the consequences are worrying.

It's a pity that Owen knows that this young man, who has already become acquainted, can't pull back the nine cows if he is stubborn. Therefore, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The cunning fox looked equally relaxed, picked up the teapot and refilled the tea for Anthony and Owen, and said, "I can probably figure out a little about Mr. Anthony's style. Since Mr. Lai is so confident, there is no need for me to do that useless work. ”

"Oh?" Anthony was slightly surprised, "You didn't find someone to identify?" ”

The cunning fox shook his head: "No." ”

Then he added: "But from the results of several of them, it seems that it is the same whether they are found or not. ”

Anthony nodded.

This cunning fox is a bit interesting.

Owen secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Anthony took the cup and took a sip: "I stopped by on the return trip this time, and I have something for you." In addition, there are some things I want to explain to you. ”

He glanced sideways at Owen.

Owen had a bitter face and hesitated, "Do you really want to give?" ”

"Of course, you think I'm joking?" Anthony replied.

"Okay." Owen nodded and shouted outside, "Bring things in!" ”

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and four men lined up on either side, carrying a rather heavy wooden box.

The lid opened, revealing the contents of the room.

The cunning fox glanced at it, and his face couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's ......"

……

Lothar leaned down on his horse's back, whipping his much-cherished xenboid steed under his seat.

The third eldest of the Fontaine family is burly and tall, and his weight is far beyond ordinary people. It was not easy to find a horse that could move him.

This pitch-black xenomorph horse, mixed with a trace of the blood of a powerful demonic beast, has great strength and stamina, and it was his second brother who finally asked someone to get it back and give it to him. And Lothar is also very satisfied with it, and is almost reluctant to ride it in normal times.

But at this time, as long as he can speed up a little more, even if he sucks this horse alive, Lothar will not hesitate.

Beside him, is a silver fighter. It was evident that he was also a good horse, and he ran alongside him.

A little further behind was a middle-aged magician in a magic robe, riding a horse better than the silver fighter in front. However, the physical fitness of a mage is not at all comparable to that of a fighter, and the same is true for riding. At this moment, not only was he pulled down by his companions, but his face was also exhausted that he couldn't hide.

A little later, there is a group of sturdy and capable, murderous men. All of them pumped their horses wildly, closely following the three people in front of them.

In the distance, the tall peaks of strange rocks and crags, their vague outlines, have been imprinted into everyone's field of vision.

The destination is almost here.

Hopefully, it's time to catch up!

……

As far as the eye can see, among the sandy and gravel-covered mountains, a large caravan is moving forward unhurriedly.

On top of each carriage, a large flag was planted, which was constantly stretched and hunted under the strong wind.

On both sides of the convoy, there were fierce warriors in black suits guarding the side, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings vigilantly. It's just that the look on his face is mostly not nervous.

After rounding the mountain in front of you, it's time to get out of this mountain path and turn into a wide and smooth official road.

Depending on the sky, you should be able to get home before dark today.

……

A team of brightly clad and neatly draped cavalry, under the leadership of the leader, galloped west along the official road.

Behind them is the West Gate Tower of the City of Edinburgh.

……

"Bang!"

The sturdy xenobred finally overwhelmed it, knelt on its front hooves, and fell headlong to the ground. The strong inertia drove it and the rider on horseback to continue to rush forward at high speed, crashing into a raised rock.

The rider was extremely agile, and with a little foot on his feet, he flipped forward, passed the stone and the obviously abandoned xenomorph horse, and landed firmly on the ground.

He took a brief look at the fork in the road in front of him, and there was a dense sound of horses' hooves behind him.

In the midst of a few heavy crashes, a few more good horses were scrapped.

But neither their master nor the tall, burly leader of the riders who arrived first cared.

Without him having to speak, the right-hand men under his command knew what they had to do and scattered. Vigilance, investigation, and only orderly.

Only the Silver Fighter and the Middle-Aged Magician walked over and stood quietly behind him.

After waiting for a while, some of the detective's subordinates brought back good news: "Third master, there is no trace of a carriage passing nearby, and the target should not have arrived here yet." ”

The third master of the Fontaine family, Lothar's tense face, softened a little.

"Good!"

"Send someone to investigate, and report back immediately if you find the target."

"According to the intelligence, the other party should be almost there, and it is too late to dig and set traps. Everyone rested on the spot and regained their strength. ”

"When the target is found in front of them, everyone hides and ambushes. When the target arrives, listen to my signal, and everyone will fight together. In order to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop, not a single person can be spared. ”

"The horses were taken away, and the dead ones were cleaned up. Don't let the other person see the clues. ”

With the issuance of clear instructions, everyone clarified their tasks and bowed down to receive orders.

In the Fontaine family, the third Lothar is generally seen as well-limbed and simple-minded, which is actually a misunderstanding.

In terms of strategic planning and layout, it is indeed not Lothar's forte. But the samurai who led the clan charged into battle, slashing the generals and capturing the flag, and no one in the entire clan could do it better than him. And the general's talent is also not something that a reckless man can have.

He turned to the middle-aged magician beside him again: "Release a magic eye and stare at the path." Be careful, the Anthony across the street is also said to be a magician, so don't let him find out. ”

"Yes." The middle-aged magician replied: "Third Master, please rest assured, that young man has only been practicing magic for three or two months, and his realm is not high, and it is impossible to discover the magic eye I cast." ”

The corners of Lothar's mouth twitched, and he wanted to be angry. Then he pressed it down, and said in a cold tone: "No matter what, it's always right to be careful." ”

The middle-aged magician is the pinnacle of the great magician, and in terms of rank, it is not as good as the other powerhouse recruited by the Fontaine family, that is, the silver fighter standing aside.

However, mages are rarer and more difficult to train than fighters. So in general, magicians have a higher status and are more valued than fighters.

This middle-aged magician has the ability, and he is usually quite courteous, so he is naturally proud.

Lothar didn't care, so it's up to him, who doesn't have a little problem.

But at this important juncture related to the life and death of the family, do you still play this set? If it had been someone else, the third master would have slapped him to death a long time ago.

The middle-aged magician also realized his mistake from his cold tone, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "What the third master taught is that the villain understands. ”

Immediately, with a wave of the staff in his hand, a strange eyeball condensed by a magical element rose and floated forward.

Thirty minutes passed.

The Magic Eye and the Sentinel Forward sent back a message almost simultaneously.

The goal has arrived!

Lothar's face was grim, and he waved his hand and shouted, "Hide! ”

Immediately dodged, and he hid in a hiding place that he had chosen a long time ago.

The carriage is different from the cavalry, and the speed cannot be fast. Not to mention a convoy full of cargo.

The waiting time seems like a long time every second.

As Lothar's forehead, face, and hands began to sweat, the ground shook, and the sound of horses' hooves, which was not too dense, finally reached his ears.

Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the direction of the sound is a little wrong.

Lothar's heart was shocked, and he changed color, almost forgetting to hide his figure.

Looking back at dusk, a team of well-trained cavalry, controlling the war horses under the seat and stepping on neat horse steps, broke into view very inappropriately.

Even in the midst of running, not only did the cavalry maintain a standard distance between them as measured by a ruler, but the sound of the horses' hooves was actually neat, like a team of drummers with tacit understanding, playing a passionate war song.

The entire city of Edinburgh, and indeed the entire glorious empire, had such cavalry under the command of only one man.

Lord of Edinburgh, Grand Duke Mattesias!