Within a day's journey north from Cologne, it is under the de facto control of Pompeii, and there are large and small human settlements distributed, and the condition is good in all aspects.

Further north, out of the regular patrol range of the security forces, everything gets worse. This vast land is inhabited by many tribes, large and small, ranging from humans to bears, goblins, gnolls, or savages.

They usually live by herding and hunting, and they don't mind making a cameo appearance as a robber when they have the opportunity. Perhaps for these semi-obscurantist tribes, there was no difference between robbing pedestrians and hunting elk.

Since the second day, a "small tail" has been falling from the back of the convoy.

At first, a few wilderness people followed the convoy, trying to pick up some leftovers to eat and fill their stomachs. But soon, the size of the little tail snowballed and grew.

Their courage is completely proportional to the number of people, and when there are three or five people, they just want to pick up leftovers to eat, and they can be shocked back with a loud shout. When it swelled to a few dozen people, it began to blatantly follow the convoy, and even the blind could see that the intentions were wrong.

The accompanying mercenaries asked the convoy to turn around and return to a safe area to wait for the right moment, as is often the case in this case.

But Richard refused their request, and only let the mercenaries and grooms leave and return to Cologne, and he continued his march into the wilderness with fifty brutes.

The "little tail" that fell behind the line continued to swell, and the number gradually exceeded a hundred. They seem to have decided that the convoy is a turtle in an urn, and they have begun to blatantly connect the front and back.

The gang of robbers was clearly from at least three tribes, and the largest number were the gnolls, who numbered seventy or eighty. Tall and strong but disorganized, as a robber is overqualified, and to face the regular army is to find death.

This was followed by a group of goblins, about twenty people. Generally slightly thinner than the Gnolls, but it is said to be the most disciplined military race among the goblins, and may be more combative.

What is a little surprising is that this grass platform team has pulled three trolls into the gang out of nowhere. This three-meter-tall, muscular, and supposedly strong recovery monster at least looks imposing.

Although the composition of the personnel was so mixed, the robbers actually managed to dress uniformly - they were all wrapped in strips of rags of unrecognizable color, with wooden sticks, bones and rotten iron pieces as weapons, and they were a hundred years ahead of the Pompeii Empire to achieve the same officers and soldiers.

"Stop, put the wagons in a circle, and the cattle in it. ”

Richard decided that if he dragged it on, he might not be able to grow stronger, and it would be safer to annihilate them on the spot.

But as soon as they stopped, the bandit group, which was originally very active, also stopped, and it seemed that they had not done a good job of psychological construction.

You don't have to think about it to know that once they set off, they will follow and keep a safe distance. This tactic is very boring, but it cannot be said that it is useless.

"Boss, this thing just looks scary. Gunther noticed that Richard had been watching the troll, and thought he was jealous, "We used to slaughter a few in the snowfield, and it didn't take much effort at all, the meat was smelly, but we could catch seals." ”

"Gunther!"

Richard reached out and held the plank of the carriage, and as soon as he rolled over and jumped onto the roof of the carriage, he looked condescendingly at the group of highland barbarians.

He took out a tight wrap of fish skin from his bosom, and when he opened it, it was filled with brown balls the size of beans, and a rich spice flavor wafted out.

"Give it to everyone, one for each person. ”

"What the hell? Gunther took it and stuffed one into his mouth, the bitter and spicy smell that made him grin for a while.

"A precious oriental elixir, called 'Shura Potion', can increase strength, store spirit, and have the miraculous effect of rebirth. ”

Richard stood on the roof of the car and shook his head, like a magic stick selling counterfeit drugs.

Gunther had a pill in his mouth half-open, and he didn't swallow or spit out. Occasionally, merchants come to sell drugs in the snowy fields, but even the most daring liar would not dare to boast of such a seaport. If it weren't for the boss of his own family who spoke, he would have raised his fists and started beating people.

"Don't worry, it's no good to lie to you. Richard struggled to maintain a serious countenance.

This sentence makes a difference. The strange noodle lumps were distributed to each of the brutes, and they were swallowed with a sad face.

That's right, it's a noodle lump.

The main ingredient is the cheapest cooked tapioca flour and honey kneaded into balls, mixed with some cheap and flavorful spices to make some medicinal flavor, a total of less than three silver coins, in general, it can be identified as seasoned noodles.

The name Shura Potion is still from the knight's novel, because it vaguely has a bit of charm from his hometown, so it is very impressive.

The main ingredient of this stuff is starch, and filling the stomach is its only effect. As for what "increase strength, accumulate spirit, and be reborn", it is completely nonsense and nonsense.

But Richard didn't worry about goofs, he didn't worry at all, and there was a system to wipe his ass.

From the moment Gunther was defeated in the gladiatorial arena, the cavalry system has received applications from all barbarians to join the team. It has been put on hold and left undealt with because even for a brainless race like the barbarians, the system is too much of a common sense.

They are all seasoned fighters, and once they get a high boost from the system in a short period of time, they will definitely notice that something is wrong. After all, no matter how much the head is missing, it is not a loyal army of clones, they will be afraid, they will betray, and they will also question the unreasonable situation.

From the first day of discovering the riding and slashing system, Richard understood that this was definitely a secret that could only rot in his stomach alone.

So, he had to be cautious. You have to find a plausible, or at least plausible, source for the system's action, say, a drug.

If a noodle cube looks like a potion, tastes like a potion, and looks like a potion after eating, then it is undoubtedly a potion.

After the barbarians swallowed the ball, Richard began to quickly pass the application for enlistment.

Agree.

Agree.

Agree.

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The promotion route of the Highland Barbarian Soldier is from the lowest-level Barbarian Militia, and the upper path to the Black is the Barbarian Hunter, the Barbarian Spearman, the Barbarian Warrior, the Great Axe Guard, and the Berserker. A monotonous and hopeless route.

The vast majority of barbarians are considered to be third-level barbarian spearmen, and Gunther has become a single-tier hero unit in the system.

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Halson is a goblin commander who commands about twenty goblin warriors. Although there are not many people, the goblins are a natural military race and are extremely good at warfare, so they are also a force to be reckoned with in the wilderness.

Truth be told, as a big goblin, he doesn't look down on stupid big people like trolls, let alone a rabble like jackals.

Even if it's a roadblock robbery or an elk hunt, discipline and mind are always better, and these two things are completely nowhere to be found in trolls and gnolls. Rather than saying that these crappy guys are allies, Halson thinks "tool" is a more appropriate term.

Being good at using "tools" is also a great thing for goblins.

Even if you are as stupid as a troll or a gnolle, you can play a proper role under the reasonable command of a big goblin. Once the operation is successful, a large amount of food and steel weapons are predictable harvests.

He gently stroked the bronze two-handed sword in his hand, which was quite a good piece of equipment in the wilderness, but bronze was no match for steel.

The gnoll leader on one side watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth were unnaturally saliva. Halson sneered in his heart - the gnolls always don't know how to hide their greed, whether it's for the human convoy or the metal weapons they cherish in their hands.

They could never figure it out that a greatsword striker would require at least five qualified spearmen to be fully powerful. This complex tactic is beyond the comprehension of the barren brains of the gnolls, and even giving them a great sword is of little use, but they just unabashedly crave it.

The scout said that the human convoy had stopped, and Halson immediately demanded that the gnolls and trolls stop together.