Just when Zhang Cheng was devoting himself to learning the knowledge of magic theory, a caravan from Hainan Town was approaching in the direction of the forest hut.

The size of the team was not large, with only five carriages, five coachmen and coolies, two guards in leather armor, swords and shields, and finally a lovely girl about thirteen or fourteen years old with long blond hair.

Despite the high commissions for hiring guards, in order to ensure that his goods would not be attacked by undead, beasts, or syndicated criminal organizations, the caravan owner, George Sr., reluctantly reluctantly hired two good local warriors.

Of course, there are two main reasons for this, one is that some of the goods in the car are relatively special, as long as they can be transported to their destination safely, they can not only get a good reward, but also establish close ties with the mages of the Kenrito Council, and he does not want the opportunity he has worked so hard to win will end up in vain.

The second is to send the beloved little daughter to Dalaran to settle down, and if you can, it is better to join a certain mage as an apprentice.

Of course, it would be better if I could marry a noble mage.

After the undead who called themselves the Forsaken took over the ruins of Lordaeron, the inhabitants of the Alterac Valley to the Hillsbrad Hills were under terrible attack at every turn.

Last month alone, at least six poor farmers on the farm have been killed by a sudden attack by the undead.

Only Dalaran under the protection of the magic shield has no record of civilian casualties, and those damn undead can't even get close, let alone rush in to kill people.

George Sr. was a businessman and at the same time a very realistic man.

In his opinion, the pitiful strength of Nanhai Town alone was not enough to protect his life and property, so he naturally had to find another way out.

In fact, three months earlier, he had sent his eldest son further south to Stormwind to take care of the shop, while his second daughter followed her husband to the wetland port of Minahir to run a leather business.

Although it is quite troublesome for the children to meet each other, it is still much better than getting the whole family together and being killed.

Don't think this is a joke, for ordinary people who have just experienced the Scourge of the Dead and the invasion of the Burning Legion, the fragility of life is best appreciated, so nothing is more important than keeping yourself and your family safe......

"Hey, dear Mr. Employer, it's going to be dark in two hours, where are we going to spend the night tonight? Don't tell me you're going to camp in the wilderness. A male guard, who appeared to be in his early thirties, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked aloud.

Old George touched the back of his head, where his hair was slightly thinning, and replied in a slightly tired voice, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to expose the caravan to the sight of the damned undead at this dangerous time. Just a little further along, you will find a small wooden house with a reclusive mage who we can spend the night. ”

"Reclusive mage, I've been in Nanhai Town for half a year, why have I never heard of it?" the other, slightly younger guard, had a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! What's so strange about that. His Excellency did not seem to like to be in the company of people, so he rarely went out on weekdays, but all the merchants and travelers who passed by it regularly knew about the forest huts. All we need is a small gift, or a daily supply, to be exact, in exchange for his protection. George Sr. explained with a laugh.

"I see......," the young guard nodded thoughtfully, and then exchanged a very vague look with his companion.

The latter made a quiet gesture and continued to follow silently at the back of the group, throwing a round metal badge on the ground while everyone was not looking.

After about ten minutes, when the caravan was far away, a petite masked woman suddenly emerged from the grass.

Without saying a word, she immediately picked up the badge and examined it carefully, and soon found the small letters engraved on the back, and muttered to herself: "Reclusive mage, did you escape from Dalaran when disaster struck? Or did the Council of Kenrito notice our activities? No, this matter should be reported to the Duke as soon as possible......

Before Hua could finish speaking, another masked man also walked out, snatched the badge, and asked with a sneer, "What's the matter?"

"Damn it! Give me the badge! Besides, tonight's action must be stopped. You don't understand who the enemy we are going to face!" the masked woman snapped.

"Hmph! Timid means timid! I know that a woman like you is not suitable for staying in the organization at all, and perhaps pleasing men is what you do best, isn't it?"

Moment!

A beautiful face with a hint of danger in it, exposed to the rays of the setting sun.

Short black hair, emerald green eyes, small nose, and seductive red lips, combined with bumpy tight leather armor, like a thorny rose, remind those who want to pick that they are ready to be injured or even killed at any time.

"You're looking for death!"

The woman, visibly enraged, drew her dagger pinned to her waist and pounced on it like a leopard.

She is undoubtedly trained in martial arts, and every attack is to the point, and the slightest carelessness can lead to death.

"Yes, hahahaha! That's it! Do you know what I like most about you, because you're more rebellious than the average woman, and I like the woman who resists the most, because it gives a lot of extra excitement and a sense of conquest. The man waved his dagger unhurriedly, parrying, blocking, dodging, and flirting at the same time.

His fighting skills are even more sophisticated, not only dodging all attacks without any mistakes, but also taking advantage of the gap in the attack to counterattack, in just two or three minutes, he picked off all the leather armor and clothes on the woman's body, and a large area of fair and seductive skin was exposed, especially the chest, which was almost completely released.

"Bastard!

The woman knew that if she continued, she would definitely suffer the loss, so she threw out the short sword in her hand, turned around and burrowed into the grass, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The man didn't have the slightest intention of chasing, he just raised the dagger to his nose and sniffed it, and said to himself with a look of enjoyment: "What an intoxicating scent! Dear Sophia, whether it is you or the whole organization, sooner or later it will belong to me." Under my leadership, the great Alterac nobles will regain their former status and glory, and I will get rid of whoever dares to do so......"