"We have suffered heavy losses, many people have been injured and died, we ......" Anne took a deep breath and looked back at the mercenary's fallen corpse and the bloodstained carriage, her eyes a little red, "we need help." Whatever you need, please do not hesitate to ask, gold, goods or weapons, Woya Comptoir will not be stingy with giving to friends. ”

Crystal tears swirled in her eyes, like peach blossoms crushing into mud in early spring, and the mutilation of beautiful things always made people feel heartache.

Richard turned over and jumped down from the back of the chasing wind, and reached into his pocket just about to take out the handkerchief and hand it over, when he suddenly remembered that he had blown his nose with this cloth not long ago, and he withdrew his hand again in silence.

"What help?" It is also very rare for Richard to be able to make some friends with a big trading house like Woya Firm, at least he will not be too miserable in the future if he wants to buy goods or sell loot.

So as long as he's not particularly embarrassed, he doesn't mind reaching out a little.

"The caravan doesn't have enough men left to complete the trade, and there's no way to retreat to Coron City, so I'd like to take a break in your territory. ”

They are now in an awkward position, and they have to travel through large areas of wilderness whether they are advancing or retreating. And a caravan without enough guards to travel through the wilderness is tantamount to a piece of fat that everyone covets to take a bite of, not to mention that those injured mercenaries can't afford the bumps of the journey.

Anne held up a cloudy white crystal in the palm of her hand, and wisps of gray mist were distributed inside. Amazingly, the gray mist was actually drifting around with the crystal shaking, and more and more. It soon spread from the inside to the surface, and in a dozen breaths, the white crystal completely turned into a gray stone.

"What is this?"

Richard revealed the nature of the turtle, and was immediately intrigued, holding it in his hand and looking over and over - it was obvious that it was supposed to be a magical object, but what it was was beyond his knowledge.

Although he was said by many to have no magical talent at all, he had always had a great passion for these gods, but unfortunately he rarely had the opportunity to get up close and personal like he did now.

"The Telephony Communication Crystal, I used it to send a distress message to the Comptoir, but unfortunately I can only use it once. ”

"How long will it take for reinforcements to arrive?" Richard quietly put the discarded magic item into an empty purse, ready to go back and study it again.

"For at least three days, it's too far from Cologne. Anne was a little frustrated, her pointed ears fanning uneasily.

"No problem, the gates of Alpine Fort are always open for friendly guests. ”

............

There is a small river in the wilderness called the Angry Waves. On the bank of the river, there is a wooden building standing on the hill, called Takayama Fort.

Standing knee-deep in the water of the Fury River, the two trolls bent down to pick up the colorful pebbles from the bed, put them in the crooks of their arms, and accumulated them until they could not reach them before returning to the shore and putting them on the ground.

They would occasionally push each other over the pebbles, but soon returned to their respective tasks, focused and serious.

The lord of Alpine Fort left them behind before the morning expedition to collect pebbles from the river, promising to exchange them for jerky. Hum Ha Er couldn't figure out the use of inedible stones with his simple brain, but he did like jerky very much, so he worked hard, and the pebbles on the shore had become a hill.

As the sun began to set in the west, they heard the sound of dull footsteps. Standing up and looking around blankly, he suddenly saw a giant beast covered in scale armor in the distance walking slowly with heavy steps, and sitting on the back of the giant beast seemed to be the one who would give them jerky.

Hum Ha Er will be as happy as a child, cheering and showing the fruits of his labor for most of the day. Richard pretended to look at it a few times, and distributed the dried meat seized from the goblin tribe Lee to the two trolls, encouraging them to continue their efforts to catch pebbles.

Gunther looked at all this, and his heart was not only admiration but admiration.

These jerky of unknown origin, stained with oil and even a long history are no different from mud when thrown on the ground, except for stupid trolls, who will touch them, but Richard was stunned and hummed before going out. It's no wonder that you can become a lord if you have to pull out your legs when you pass by this fly!

A dozen or so fully loaded carriages followed behind and slowly stopped their wheels, and compared with the barbarians who were beaming with joy everywhere, the morale of both the coachmen and the mercenaries was extremely low.

Nearly half of their companions were lost forever, and the rest were wounded, some of them quite severely. Although it is said that eating a bowl of rice with a knife head licking blood, this price is too heavy.

In Richard's opinion, a significant number of these people will die from their injuries in the next few days. For example, the one-eyed dragon that was very bright before, was bitten on the neck, and it is known that gnolls do not have the habit of brushing their teeth, and the food residue between their teeth will quickly infect this wound.

He soon developed a high fever and pus began to drain from his wounds, then lost consciousness until he finally stopped breathing. The whole process is almost irreversible in the wilderness, where there are no priests and there is a lack of medicine. The natives would even give the seriously wounded a knife so that they would not suffer.

The lives of these people are irretrievable, but whether they make up for it or let them die wailing in pain, it will hit the morale of the other mercenaries to freezing point. Lee realized that if he was in Annie's position, it would be difficult to do anything.

It turns out that the amount of gold coins you have will directly affect your way of thinking, and the lord of Alpine Fort is cleaner than his face, obviously not understanding what it means to solve problems with money is not a problem.

Anne took out a long hexagonal prism crystal bottle from the carriage, which was filled with a glue-like viscous liquid, the purest golden color, as if it were dissolved into a liquid, shining in the sun's rays.

Richard was somewhat knowledgeable, and he recognized at a glance that this was a condensed holy water blessed by a senior priest at the level of archbishop. The large amount of mana contained in it makes the original ordinary water carrier dense as glue, and it is more stable and resistant than ordinary holy water, and the effect is no less than that of low-level divine arts.

Of course, he thought about storing some of this kind of good thing as military supplies, but after a little inquiry, he immediately abandoned this idea.

Concentrated holy water is only produced in provincial capital cathedrals, and the quantities are very limited. Truly valuable limited editions are not something that can be bought just by paying for them, but also by maintaining a good personal relationship with the bishop himself!