The sun was rising, illuminating the town of Greyvale so brightly that the shadow of half a dwarf could no longer be seen in sight, and there was silence everywhere. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but the caravan guards lying on the wall did not dare to relax in the slightest, and still looked around carefully with red eyes.

In the courtyard below, there are already experienced and experienced warriors who have led people to dig two large pits, buried two clay pots found from the station, and sent people to squat next to them to listen, this is to prevent those dwarves who are good at digging from using the holes to sneak attack. Although fatigue is still fatigue, everyone can see through the previous contact battles, with the support of powerful arcanists behind them, those dwarves are not terrible opponents. Moreover, His Excellency the Mage has already said that he has sent people to the south to seek help, and the Temple and the Mage Council will never sit idly by and ignore such atrocities, and will definitely send reinforcements.

In general, the morale of the caravan guards is good now, and everyone is even mentally prepared for the fierce bloody battle that will come next. So when two figures, one tall and one short, appeared, the caravan guards in charge of the guard shouted excitedly: "Here they are! Here they are!"

But no matter what, it was just two people, and the other caravan guards quickly saw it clearly, and many of them recognized the tall figure among them: "Isn't that Larry's squad leader who entered and exited the registration office?"

The entry and exit of the registration office is a formality that every caravan has to go through before entering Ash Valley Town, so there are many people who have seen this team leader in charge of the registration office. The squad leader was emaciated, about forty years old, and always had a slick smile on his face, like an old and sophisticated old trader. In fact, this squad leader is really more like a trader than a soldier, with a cunning mind, and there is no caravan that has not been scraped by him.

Relatively speaking, the dwarf next to him didn't look anything out of the ordinary, as if he was the usual dwarf that everyone saw, thick as a barrel, messy and intertwined hair and beard, dirty sheepskin clothes with rudimentary leather armor, and a large shield in one hand and an axe in the other.

Walking to a distance of about fifty meters from the wall, Captain Larry stopped, looked at the dozen military crossbows facing him on the wall, and wiped the sweat on his head. I knew that it would be such a scene, and he said that he would not take the initiative to spend two hundred dollars to wade through the troubled waters this time, and it was not good for someone to shoot an arrow through it, and everything he said in the end was fake.

However, he had no choice but to clear his throat and say loudly to the other side: "Brothers, things have come to this point, and I don't need to deceive people with hypocritical lies." Everyone came to this place just for the gold coins, so why fight to the death? In a word, we only need the goods, we want the gold coins, and we don't want your lives. ”

No one answered from the high walls of the station, and two chamber leaders had already climbed up and looked at the two strange lobbyists. After a night of noise, even the horsemen in the caravan had understood that it was a crime for the army to communicate with the dwarves for money and murder, and that they would not be allowed to be killed by the Mage Council and the Temple, and that they would definitely be destroyed. No one believes these empty words, and this may be the trick these people play after they find that they can't beat it hard.

Cough and swallow saliva to moisten your throat. Captain Larry is not surprised by such a reaction, needless to say, this kind of statement is not believed by the person on the other side, even himself. But if anyone can sit on this task, he would like to find a high-voiced subordinate at random. After organizing the language, he continued: "I believe you all know what the Northern Army is rotting now. We haven't seen a copper plate for the Central Council's military pay for two or three years, and by working for the nobles of the West Coast, they can occasionally receive a little help, but that little money is even less than that of the mercenaries! Then we went to the swampy forest to the east to become bandits. So we're going to decide on your money and goods!"

"But we don't have to ask for your life. Of course, we were going to kill you, but who told you to be clever enough. There was still no reaction from the other side, and that didn't stop Captain Larry from continuing to talk at the mouth. He had a smug look on his face, as if everything was under control. "Of course, we have to admit that you are cowering here, which is indeed causing a little trouble to our dwarven friends, and there are one or two mages in your team, which is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. But it's not like we really can't deal with you, this is our territory, can you defend it for the rest of your life?"

"Ah, yes. You must have thought that there would be reinforcements here to stay here, right? No kidding, friends, since we have been planning for so long to set up a plan to grab a deal, how can we leave you with the opportunity to ask for reinforcements? The Mage Council on the West Coast, the Guardian Hand, and the other temples will not know, and we have already cut off all access from here to the south. Captain Larry gradually entered the role, as if blackmailing the caravan of dirt buns who were unwilling to give a few more Ogins, and raised his hand very arrogantly and waved. "Bring those three little ones up and show them!"

Three dwarves came out from behind the building, each carrying a young man with a big tie on their shoulders, who were the three apprentice mages who had escaped from here before. The three teenagers also stuffed rags in their mouths, and their faces were full of tears.

"Little Thomas, Angelo!" was when Master Dundell, who was resting in the carriage, had just been woken up and climbed the ladder up to the wall, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

Feng Yinqiu, who was standing on the wall, sighed slightly, this Dundel mage would be better if he didn't make a sound, this exclamation would completely fulfill the other party's wishes.

Sure enough, this exclamation from Master Dundell undoubtedly admitted that the three teenagers were the candidates he sent out to seek rescue, and the crowd in the station, which had always been calm, immediately began to stir slightly. Many people looked at each other with uneasy expressions, especially the other caravan leaders, the three Dundell students they had seen before, and then disappeared. The man out there wasn't any nonsense.

Feng Yinqiu also frowned, feeling some unexpected headaches. It was beyond his expectation that the three apprentices who had gone to the south to ask for help had been arrested, and he was sure that he had left the blockade of the Northern Legion before letting them go, and the phantom foals ridden by the three teenagers were by no means comparable to ordinary horses, even if the Northern Legion used cavalry to roam around on a large scale, it was unlikely to stop all three.

As if trying to make the hostages cry in their hands to increase their persuasiveness and deterrence, the dwarves carrying the young men tore off the rags in their mouths, but two of them didn't know if they were too frightened or the gagged rags were too disgusting, and as soon as they tore them off, they vomited and vomited, but they vomited all over the two dwarves. The enraged dwarf immediately threw the two teenagers to the ground and kicked them violently.

Among the vomiting and screaming of the two teenagers, only Angelo, the big-faced boy of the Rothschild family, could hold his head high and cry: "I'm sorry, teacher! I'm sorry, Uncle Wind! We're so useless! We just walked a short distance south when we were stopped by a high-level mage who used flying skills, we thought he was sent by the Mage Council, and he interrogated us and found out that we escaped from Ash Valley Town, so he arrested us directly!"

"It's... This... There are also high-level mages in the Northern Legion who can use flying arts, and they are still involved in this despicable conspiracy?" Flying is recognized as one of the most difficult six-ring arcane arts to master, and almost none of the high-level mages he knows know know can do it, and he can't imagine that there is such a talent in the Northern Legion.

"Master Wende, what should I do now?" At this time, Master Dundell could only turn to Feng Yinqiu for help. "Please use high-level invisibility techniques to quickly rescue the three of them. ”

Feng Yinqiu looked around and shook his head thoughtfully: "It's too dangerous. Those dwarves are battle-hardened warriors with high sharpness, and Angelo is in their hands, and it is easy to injure them by mistake. ”

"What is going to be done? what is going to be done?" Master Dundell could no longer maintain his personable appearance, his eyes were distracted, and his hands were pulling at his hair.

"Hahahaha......" Captain Larry outside saw very clearly that he was able to make this high-level mage from the imperial capital panic, which was undoubtedly a very rewarding thing. No longer having to care about the other party's noble background and mage status, he gave birth to an incomparable pleasure of trampling on authority and defeating dignity. It was as if the royal convoy of the Imperial Age had to deign to send large sums of gold in his hand to get through, and he couldn't help but look up and laugh. "How's it going, Your Excellency the Venerable Mage, isn't our arrangement very elaborate and unexpected......?

"Shut up!" Angry, Master Dundell stretched out his hand, and a string of five force field missiles flew towards Captain Larry's gaping mouth. As long as the fight is solid, the whole head of this squad leader will be shattered.

There were a series of five muffled sounds, but it was the dwarven warrior next to Captain Larry who raised the shield in his hand to block the five missiles, the quality of the dwarves' armor was very good, and the strength in his hands was even greater, and this string of force field missiles couldn't even leave a trace on the shield.

"Ahhhhh Only then did he remember that the high-ranking mage on the other side could crush him to death with just one finger, and he turned around and was about to run backwards with a roll on the ground. But after running two steps, he was kicked to the ground by the dwarve, and the dwarven warrior roared at him twice in dwarven language, pointing his axe at the head of the man on the high wall opposite, reminding him what to do.

This dwarf was not simply sent to protect him, but also to ensure that he completed his mission. Looking at the foaming dwarf and the pumpkin-sized axe that was shaking in front of him, Captain Larry could only stand up and turn around again. I heard that two squad leaders or soldiers have been torn apart by the angry dwarven leader these days, although there are still commanders above this time, he doesn't have the courage to try the patience of these barbarians, he can only take a deep breath and pluck up the courage to continue shouting: "Don't be too complacent! So listen to you, and if you want to live, lay down your arms, hand over all your money and goods, and we guarantee your departure. You don't have to die, and we can save some effort and time. And if you can hand over the Howard caravan and the leading nobleman together, we'll leave you half of our belongings!"

With a snort, a Howard family guard knight on the high wall pulled the trigger in Captain Larry's hand, and the powerful power of the military heavy crossbow made the crossbow arrows shoot far faster than the force field missile. The sight was completely unable to catch the arrows, and the dwarven warrior still made a gesture of covering it with a shield by relying on his experience in a hundred battles, but fortunately, the shield in his hand was large enough, and the edge just touched the crossbow arrow in mid-air, so that the crossbow arrow's flight trajectory was slightly crooked, and it did not shoot into his throat as the guard knight aimed, but only grazed the side of his head and took away half of his ear.

Captain Larry first fell to the ground in fright by the cool breeze and sharp pain passing by his head, then reached out and wiped his ear to look again, and immediately let out a woman-like scream, got up and turned around and ran into the distance. The dwarven warrior didn't stop this time, but cautiously stepped back with his shield. The three dwarves farther away grabbed the dying boy on the ground, gagged it with rags and put it on his shoulder, and stood there without leaving.

Captain Larry fled in embarrassment, but no one made a sound and laughed on the high wall of the station, everyone heard what he said just now, and Master Dundell's gaffe was also seen by everyone. This almost crushed everyone's original confidence and morale, and the pressure and exhaustion that had accumulated were swept back with tenfold strength.

"To... Or let's surrender. In the corner of the courtyard, one of the youngest, who looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, spoke in a trembling voice, although the voice was very small, but at this time it sounded very deafening. "Those people said that as long as we handed over all our possessions, we wouldn't"

"Damn, what nonsense are you talking about?" the leader of the Rodin Chamber of Commerce jumped up, and the man who was originally in his sixties was as vigorous as he was twenty at this time, rushed over and slapped the young man in the face. "Can you believe the words of the bandits who colluded with the barbarians? It won't take much effort to kill you with a knife, will they keep you to be a witness in the temple to accuse them?"

The young account secretary was so drawn that his face was covered with nosebleeds, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up when he lay on the ground, so he could only bury his head in the mud and cry in a low voice: "I... I don't want to die, I don't want to die...... My mom is still waiting for me to go back....I also have a younger brother......"

The old team leader trembled with anger. This young man has a clever mind, which was originally what he valued and liked the most. But at this time, making such a scene would simply add to the morale of the already dangerous people, and the already depressed guards would be even more discouraged. The old leader turned around and snatched a long sword from one of the guards, raised it and was about to slash at the young man's head.

"Stop!" a low shout came from the wall, and it was Master Dundell who spoke. Although his face was still gray, his curly hair was also torn by himself, and a lot of his hair was soaked with sweat on his forehead and face, and he looked far from his previous graceful and free style, but he finally calmed down.

Looking around at the guards of the various caravans with different expressions below, the miscellaneous servants, he said weakly: "Anyone who wants to surrender, don't stop them." That's their choice, and maybe these people are lucky, and the soldiers and dwarves can really keep their promises. ”

"Your Excellency Dundell!" the old leader of the Rodin Chamber of Commerce even lost the long sword in his hand, looking excited and weird.

"But the people of the Howard family will never surrender to those barbarians and hooligans. It doesn't matter what they say, whether what they say is true or not. Mage Dundell turned to look at the knights of the guards under his command. Unlike the guards hired by the Chamber of Commerce, these are knights who belong to the Howard family and are part of their family. "Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to face these shameless people with me, the surname of the Howard family, even if they die, will never bow their heads under barbarism and meanness. ”

"Don't bow your head!" the knights of the Howard family all raised their weapons and shouted, for these warriors belonging to a noble family, glory was far more important than life.

"Even though we are not part of the Howard family, we would like to join you. Abandoning one's compatriots and seeing one's life in shameless framing and killing for the sake of self-preservation is something that the hand of guardians will never allow. "There are also some guards from the other caravans who have been brought in from the Hand of the Guardian. Although they are not the guardian paladins who have obtained the law of the gods like Gawain, they are also seasoned warriors, and they are not strictly affiliated with the caravan, and they are also on the side of the Howard family at this time.

The guards of the other caravans were basically speechless for a while, with different expressions. Some of the younger ones were full of excitement and righteousness, as if they were infected by the attitude of the Howard family knights, some of them had uncertain faces, some had cold expressions, and some didn't know what to say.

"They're coming! they're coming! this time it's really coming!" shouted the guard on the high wall, in a hoarse voice.

In fact, some people with keen perception also felt a slight vibration on the ground long before the guard spoke, which was the sound of a large number of people and horses. At this time, the people on the high wall could see hundreds of dwarves slowly pouring out of the mountain wall, forming a formation and pressing towards this side. There were more soldiers of the Northern Legion, hundreds of them marching in a queue, and several of them were far taller than men, and the shock of the stampede between the figures was far more obvious than that of people and dwarves.

"Those guys actually called the golem as well. Master Dundell shook his head through gritted teeth.

Seeing these hundreds of people pressing towards the station, many people's faces turned as pale as paper. These are all formed professional armies, each dwarf is an elite far superior to human warriors, and the tall military golems are killing machines left over from the imperial era, which are not at all capable of ordinary weapons.

"Lord Wende!" Dundell walked over to Wind Yinqiu's side. From the moment he started, he had been standing here looking indifferently in the distance. Dundell reached out and grabbed his arm. "In the name of the Arcane, in the glory of the nobility of the Empire, I beg you to ......"

But Feng Yinqiu didn't answer. At the same time as he was touched by Master Dundell's hand, his form suddenly collapsed, shattering and crumbling like an illusion made of countless tiny foams, and disappeared with the wind in the blink of an eye.

"Proposed... Simulacrum?" Master Dundell was taken aback, and looked left and right. This three-ring arcane is stored in the small pendant on his body, and a simulated simulacrum is exactly the same as the original, and the flaws are completely invisible with the naked eye. It's just a simulacrum here, so where would the real Vender be? Could it be that he is gone?

At this time, a hundred meters away, behind the three dwarven warriors carrying the boy, a colorful lightsaber suddenly emerged from the air, and before the three dwarf warriors could react, the lightsaber flashed three times with great agility, and stabbed into the back of their heads in the blink of an eye, and then the three extremely strong dwarven warriors fell to the ground as softly as empty cloth bags.

The three teenagers fell to the ground along with the dwarves, and after a flash of the lightsaber, all the ropes tied to their bodies were broken, and two of the cuts were burning.

"Let's go!" the voice of the wind whispered from the seemingly empty air. Then the three teenagers didn't have time to get up, they felt a strong blow on their back buttocks, and they flew out for a hundred or twenty meters before falling to the ground, but fortunately, the fall was not heavy, and they also struggled to get up, dragging their numb hands and feet and running towards the station.

The dwarves who came from behind and the allied forces of the Northern Legion were not far from here, and when they saw this vision highlighted, the dwarves in front of them roared angrily and rushed over with their weapons.

But there are people who are faster than them. Almost as soon as the three teenagers flew out, an old man as burly as a mountain bear appeared next to them, pursed his lips and sneered, picked up the big knife in his hand and slashed at the air. (To be continued.) )