Three catastrophes of grain

Originally, we thought that our move was a heavy blow to Lawrence, who was a money junkie. We almost destroyed his treasure room that day. But word came from Delphi that Lawrence had raised the city's tax revenue by three percentage points, citing increased city security. So that he can earn back the money he lost. We were so angry that we went to their house and stole it again. As a result, Delphi City has one more tax, fighting back against the thief tax.

According to Jenny's analysis, Lawrence will certainly recoup his losses from the taxes from the counter-thieves, or take more of it. Orcs are greedy for money, and Lawrence is a famous money fan among orcs. As the lord of the city, he can raise taxes without restrictions, and our theft will not hurt him at all.

And we can't go a third time. On the second visit, the number of posts at Lawrence's house had increased significantly, and we would hardly have been able to return safely if it weren't for the magic scrolls made by the old mole.

As long as Lawrence is still the lord of the city, we have no chance of revenge. Unless he's not the city lord, I thought depressedly. What should we do to make him unable to be the lord of the city? Delphi City had our eyeliner and quickly helped us find an opportunity.

The war between the demons and the Terrans did not stop because of the fall of Delphi. The demons still continue to march south, and the conquered tribes in the north must raise food and weapons, and organize transport teams to deliver to the battlefields in the south. When a convoy passes near a city, it is the duty of the lord to send guards to protect the convoy until the boundary of the next city.

The most recent shipment of grain entered Delphi seven days later, and Lawrence was to be responsible for the safety of the transportation throughout the city. Usually this kind of protection is basically a look. Because the north of the Yar River is already full of demon territory, there is no major resistance force. The most serious case in the past was when a group of hungry untouchables stole two bags of food during the night and were hanged by the demons.

With the addition of three mercenaries, we now only have a total of five people, and the strength to make trouble for Lawrence is still too small. Hamlet proposes to find more mercenaries, as the money stolen from Lawrence is enough to provide the best salary. Jenny asked seriously if she wanted Haoson to go to work with her. Without even thinking about it, I said, "That's for the best."

"You're not going to regret it, are you?" Jenny asked with a grin, her small nose almost curling up her face.

"Only a fool will regret it!" I say. The old man's combat effectiveness is so high, if he can be pulled into the action, he will have a few more chances of winning.

"That's great, you're finally willing to take me with you." Jenny exclaimed happily. Seeing that I couldn't react, she smiled and explained that if she went, Ha Aosen would have to protect her, and she would definitely work hard, and her holy light would be very useful against demons.

Jenny's brain always spun faster than I did, and she tricked me into going around the bend. Actually, I really don't want Jenny to go, I would rather have her hunting and roasting rabbits in the Valley of Centaur as carefree as before.

I don't want her to die. Isabel is gone, and half of the joy of life is lost. I don't want to lose the remaining half.

The city of Delphi is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful. The northern part of the city is surrounded by large areas of bush and gurgling streams, making it an ideal place for looting. Hamlet and I ambushed the mercenaries behind the bushes and watched as the convoy gradually walked into our ambush circle.

The sound of noisy footsteps disturbed the calm of the plain bushes.

Pegasus archers gracefully circled in the forest and lookout, orc warriors in bright armor carried axes to open the way in an orderly manner, and countless human races and orcs pushed heavy grain carts and moved forward blankly. The tall demon soldiers rode back and forth on horseback, and the rattan whips several meters long fell on the coolies from time to time, urging them to walk quickly.

The team was on to Delphi City by sunset, and Lawrence was pleased with the speed of the journey. In two days, he will be able to hand over the grain to the lord of Adre City on the border south of the city, and the escort mission will be completed. If the empire goes south this time and captures the city of Lower Steel, I don't know how many treasures will be captured. It is said that the mountain dwarves of the south have mysterious gem mines and can craft magical weapons, if they are all snatched......

Hamlet slowly sheds his disguise and rises from the lurking grass, holding a half-man-high longbow in his right hand like a baby, and the magic scroll tied to the shaft of the arrow has already begun to activate, and his arrow must be shot at the grain cart to ignite the one in front.

He has practiced this arrow countless times, and he will never miss it.

The fire suddenly rose to a high and sent the entire grain cart into the air. Then, like fireworks, it rained down and there was a rain of fire in front of the grain team.

In the end, it was the magic scroll made by the old mole of the Great Magister, and it was as powerful as the fire magic he personally cast, or even stronger. The entire grain transport team was in chaos all at once. The orcs who acted as the vanguard exclaimed, scurrying around with their weapons. Influenced by their ancestors, they were afraid of fire, especially this inexplicable wildfire.

I jumped up from behind the bushes with a few mercenaries and threw the magic scrolls in my hands one after another at the demon soldiers in front of the food team. This is the scroll of holy light made by the old mole himself, and for the blue-blooded demons, the holy light that heals human beings is a steel knife for them. The demon who was unfortunate enough to be hit by the holy light rolled on the ground with his body in his arms, wailing, and after a while, I had already killed in front of the grain truck.

Lawrence apparently did not anticipate that anyone would dare to attack the Empire's military rations within the territory of the North Empire. With his guards, he rushed towards me with great vigour. As soon as they were halfway through, there was another exclamation behind the grain team, and a huge holy light enchantment appeared there, and within the enchantment, all the demon soldiers fell. The old man, Maha Aosen, swung a pair of giant swords and unceremoniously cut off the heads of the demon soldiers. On his back, the black masked magician Jenny held her staff aloft, and the white holy light source flew out continuously, raining down on the fleeing demons.

The Pegasus archers rushed to reinforce them, but they couldn't penetrate the Holy Light Enchantment. Whenever the enchantment weakened, Michael, who was guarding Jenny's side, immediately threw out a scroll and replaced it with a new enchantment.

Some demon soldiers desperately rushed to the vicinity of the barrier, trying to cut through the barrier with their long knives. was shot one by one by Hamlet in the distance.

I guess it's been a long time since Lawrence has seen a demon warrior slaughtered like this. While directing his soldiers to attack us separately, he scolded us for being despicable. But he's not so idiotic that he can only curse. Several Pegasus shooters rose into the air one after another and rushed to Delphi City for reinforcements.

Lawrence, who was also a battle-hardened general, saw that the number of sneak attackers was small and that they relied mainly on magical powers. So he divided his corporal into two groups and entangled with us. The battle situation gradually began to stalemate, and a large number of demon soldiers stood in front of us one after another, defending their military rations with their lives.

As long as he can delay the hourglass flip once, the flying troops in Delphi will arrive, and he can easily annihilate our "thugs". Lawrence's analysis is correct. But the right analysis isn't exactly the key to victory. Just as he commanded his subordinates to engage us, there was a loud bang in the middle of the grain team, and a dazzling colorful aura burst in the air, turning into countless fireballs and smashing on the grain cart. Another group of black-masked warriors draped in leaves and twigs emerged from the forest, throwing dozens of magic scrolls at the grain cart.

The scroll hit the ground and exploded, and flames poured out of the ground, engulfing the entire grain team.

The number of these sneak attackers was not too many, and they concentrated on rushing to the middle of the food team. They had no weapons in their hands, only magic scrolls. A scroll of fire-based magic.

Only high-level great magicians can use the magic array to seal a certain amount of magic elements on a special white silk silk and make a magic scroll. And the magic scrolls have to be done one by one. On the black market, a magic scroll sells for at least two thousand gold coins, and it still has no price.

Wind-based, fire-based, Miller took more than two dozen mercenaries and threw magic scrolls at the grain cart. It's as if none of these reels cost money.

Sid Meyer lives up to the name of the Grand Magus, and the scrolls he made with his own hands not only have the ability to burn, but also can be regenerated in the whirlwind of magic. A few small sparks quickly grew into fireballs in the magical whirlwind. The trucks that didn't catch fire immediately billowed with smoke as soon as they were stained a little. After a few more rolls around the magic whirlwind, it immediately turned into a new source of fire.

Lawrence shouted and hurried at me with a group of soldiers. He knew he was too late to extinguish the flames, and wanted to clear his name from capturing me alive.

"The one who is the leader, get out of here and duel with me!" Lawrence wheeled his axe and shouted furiously. His eyes had turned blood-red, a symptom of orcs going berserk. Orcs who have become berserkers don't know the pain, and the more they see blood, the more excited they become.

I'm not going to duel with Lawrence, I'm not a knight, not from the beginning. If it weren't for him and the unfair law, I would still be a happy grocery guy in Delphi.

I took the mercenaries around the grain cart in circles with Lawrence, pumping cold and filling up a few scrolls in the fire.

"Don't chase me, chase me and burn you with a magic scroll," Miller shouted at a demon general. Taking advantage of the other party's stunned efforts, he threw the scroll into the fire.

"Poisonous magic flames, if you want to go to the west stream to extinguish the fire, if it's too late, your intestines will rot!" Michael shouted in the shroud of light, holding a pile of scrolls. A few orcs who had had had enough of the magic scroll turned around and fled, and Michael smiled and threw the scroll into the air.

In mid-air, several beautiful fireworks exploded. A beautiful immortal bird was born in the flames, chirping happily, and rushed towards the Pegasus archer of the demons. Silverwing Pegasus turned around in fright and ran, ignoring the orders of its master.

A few pegasus horses fled too slowly, and were swept past by the undead birds. The beautiful Silver Wing immediately changed to the same color as the Immortal's Flaming Tail. Then, Pegasus turned into a roast chicken. The shooter on Pegasus' back fell from the air and was smashed into a patty.

"General Lawrence was burned to death!" , someone shouted in the smoke.

"The lord of the castle has died in the line of duty!" Miller imitated the orc's pronunciation and cried out sadly.

Lawrence raised his fighting spirit, and with the air flow from the big axe, he tried his best to force back the flames around him. He was just about to speak, when I waved my hand, and three or four fire-based magic scrolls fell on Lawrence at the same time, and the smoke immediately blocked his words back into his mouth.

I waved my hand to Jenny and asked her to open the last magic scroll. A wave of blue water covered all the black-masked people, and just as the demons and orc warriors looked at us in amazement, we collectively disappeared.

Behind the spatial portal, there is a raging flame. Also, relieving themselves from the shock, the desperate cries of the demon soldiers. According to the laws of the demons, what awaits them will be the gallows outside the gate of the barracks.

We didn't kill Lawrence with our own hands, but he will definitely end up being killed by us.

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