By the time Loren left the carriage, the whole camp was in disarray—the servants of the caravan and the servants of the caravan were shivering and hiding behind the carriage, and he even saw many people quietly praying to the Holy Cross, and a few of them had already peed their pants. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The remaining dozen caravan guards gathered in formation, shielding the ghouls from the camp, while the few others kept shooting the monsters with bows and crossbows to keep them from storming the camp.

But these crossbow arrows didn't do much damage to the ghouls at all, and the monster that fell to the ground pulled out the arrows with its teeth bared and pounced even more fiercely, dragging one of the guards directly out of the queue, screaming and being torn to pieces by countless pairs of claws and fangs in the eyes of everyone!

The creepy guards stared out into the forest, where nearly a hundred ghouls were roaming, hungry eyes staring at them as if they were staring at a piece of scented meat.

Apparently, they had never encountered such monsters, and they did not know exactly what to do with them, and they were completely frightened by what they saw—they had not escaped until now, only that the employer was paying a high enough salary.

"Hold on, these monsters don't come out of the forest!" shouted a caravan guard standing in the center, striking his sword and shield with his hand as if he were emboldening himself: "Keep shooting arrows, hurry them to the forest... Ahh

A hand that suddenly grabbed his shoulder startled him, and suddenly turned around to see a slightly shorter figure, and the guard who had almost jumped up just now immediately became angry: "What are you doing?!

"It's nothing, but it's the first time you've encountered this kind of monster, right?" Loren smiled angrily, "Then leave it to the professionals to deal with them, what do you think?"

"Professional?" the guard was stunned: "What are you talking about......"

Before he could finish, Loren dragged him aside. The surrounding ghouls immediately noticed a gap in the queue and howled and pounced in this direction!

The exclamating soldiers on both sides gathered in the middle to close the gap, but it was too late. The black-haired wizard under the hood curled the corners of his mouth and threw the igniter in his hand forward with all his might.

"Boom!"

The flying sparks instantly engulfed several ghouls, screaming and turning into charcoal. Seizing the opportunity, Loren immediately rushed out of the ranks of the guards, drew his sword, bit open a bottle of ignition and poured it at his feet and on the sword.

And then there's the countdown...... Three, two, one, ignition!

The moment the howling ghouls pounced on him from all directions, the left hand with the "spellcaster" snapped its fingers lightly, and the faint "Turin Fire" instantly ignited the surrounding ignition agent!

The firelight and the screams of their kind forced back the ghouls who pounced on them from the front. At the same time, one of the monsters jumped over the explosion and leaped over the head of the black-haired wizard.

The long sword, which was drenched with ignition agent, turned around, and with a smooth slash from top to bottom, it was cut in two in mid-air, and the friction of the sword body was also ignited, and flames flowed on the sword body like flowing water.

Slowly raising the flaming sword, the ghoul who had just been about to stick it immediately withdrew his claws, and kept baring his teeth at Loren, but always hid and jumped back and forth where his long sword couldn't reach.

At this point, the guard finally reacted and snatched a torch from a fellow: "Use this, those monsters are afraid of fire, you can use this thing to get rid of them!"

The surrounding caravan guards took the butter torches handed over by the men and servants, waved the flames in their hands and used their shields to protect themselves and push forward, while the crossbowmen who were hiding behind took out their rockets with some distress and shot them at the lone ghouls.

Under the threat of flames, the ghouls quickly fled into the forest, and the guards had no intention of continuing the pursuit - these monsters were only frightened, but they were still several times larger than the caravans, and if they were to rush up, the guards would immediately be eaten without a single bone!

The caravan guards who had retreated to the camp finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even began to cheer with joy, and the eyes that looked at the black-haired wizard changed slightly.

Some of these guards were also well-informed, knowing that Loren was receiving several times the commission they were, and naturally there were many who were not convinced, but it was only because the employer was really generous enough and was in a hurry to return to Ebolden that no one made trouble.

Although there was some misunderstanding, they also understood why Loren was able to take so much commission. Several of the guards even tried to come up and strike up with the Lothair wizard, taking the opportunity to get a few of those "blow up" bottles from him.

Loren didn't bother to take care of the guards, crouching on the ground and fiddling with the ghouls' bones - the wizard he had met in Gumwood a long time ago had known how to manipulate such monsters with an alchemical potion.

After checking it several times, the black-haired wizard didn't find anything from these corpses, and he didn't even feel any trace of the power of the void, and it didn't look like he was being controlled at all.

But this is normal - if it was really a wizard who wanted to attack the caravan, there would be no way for the ghouls to escape, because they simply did not have the intelligence to understand the tactic of "victory turn".

So these monsters were attracted by the caravan?

Loren, squinting his eyes, looked at the carriage behind him, what was the "cargo" that could attract ghouls?

"I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Loren Turin!"

The leader of the caravan with a sweaty face trotted over while wiping beads of sweat and a kind smile on his face: "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know how to deal with these monsters, there is no such thing as ghouls on Ebotden!"

"It's just a matter of effort, not to mention that I've already taken your commission, this kind of thing is a matter of course. Loren shook his head and got up from the ground: "This is just a small suggestion, it is better for you to check the caravan's caravan." ”

"Inspect the goods, why?"

"Because these ghouls are supposed to be attracted to certain 'goods' - and the only things that can attract them are rotten flesh and something that stenchs. ”

"Rotten flesh and foul-smelling things......" The leader of the caravan who was wiping his sweat froze for a moment, and then his chubby body suddenly jumped on the ground: "Holy Cross, it's bad!"

Before Loren could ask, the chubby gentleman galloped to a carriage at five times his usual speed, shouting for the men next to him to help open it.

"What the hell is going on—?!"

The roar of the caravan leader and the foul smell of the wagons spread through the camp at the same time, and the entire wagons were littered with the corpses of bighorn deer, which looked to have been dead for days.

This animal is as characteristic of the Duchy of Lothair as the ghouls, and even more famous than the latter - although it is just an ordinary animal, it is very popular with foreign merchants, its horns and tendons are good materials for making bows and crossbows, and the meat is very delicious.

"There should have been four full-grown bighorn deer in here, alive!" the angry leader of Shangdu spat at the young man beside him: "You tell me what's wrong with them?!"

"It, they...... Dead?"

"Nonsense, I'm asking how he died?!"

"I—We don't know, they should have been fine a few days ago, but I don't know why they suddenly stopped eating or drinking. The young man craned his neck in panic: "I—I thought it was just...... Not very comfortable. ”

"What do you think?, you 'you think' not only cost me four bighorn deer, but almost killed us all!" the chubby caravan leader pushed him away, "Wait, I'll fire you when you get back to Ebolden, and don't expect to be hired by any caravan!"

Ignoring the guy crying wolf, the leader of the caravan who was so angry that he walked to the side, not even noticing Loren, who walked behind him, pointed to another carriage by the way:

"What's in there?"