At the entrance of Ashendale, the conflict between the Howard caravan and the Northern legionnaires who blockaded the town soon subsided.

This was originally also a conflict with a huge disparity in strength, this squadron only had one battle mage in charge, plus two or three hundred soldiers, maybe it was okay to deal with the escort of an ordinary caravan, but they had to face a high-level mage nobleman from the imperial capital, and they themselves were trembling in their hearts, and their previous actions were also very restrained. Noble lords who pay attention to grace from such a large place generally do not make a move on the people below, but once they do, the arcane itself has no grace. When I entered the town before, the arcane magic that came out of the car window melted a large chunk of rock into magma, which everyone saw.

So most of the soldiers here have the intention of making a show, pushing and shouting and waving their fists to hit it, or drawing their weapons to scare and scare, and when they really start to move, they already have the intention of turning around and running. Only the officer at the head was so anxious that he was sweating, he knew that he must not let this caravan go, and he did not have the courage to stop it.

Fortunately, in the end, the high-ranking mage master finally showed the demeanor of the nobles of the imperial capital, scolded two sentences, and let people pull away the subordinates who were fighting with the soldiers, as if they were unwilling to really completely tear their faces with the Northern Army, and actually commanded the caravan to turn around and return to the station.

The sweaty squadron leader felt like he was almost about to collapse, and he looked at the caravan that turned to leave, and made a gritted grin. As long as you wait until tonight, these idiots will be the meat on the board, although it may not be his turn to do it himself, but there must be meat in the account.

In Master Dundell's luxurious cart, the leaders of the other caravans were all sitting on high-grade fur cushions that they couldn't usually touch, but all of them were earthy-colored and covered with cold sweat.

"I've let a few of you see it. It's up to you what to do. Master Dundell took his glass and sipped his wine, and his tone was indifferent, as if he had expected everything to happen.

Several other caravan leaders had more sweat on their heads. To be able to achieve this position, years of experience in wandering outside and a clear mind are indispensable, and the soldiers of the Northern Legion did not hesitate to stop the Howard caravan of Oroyosta from leaving the city, just to let them stay here for one more night. In addition, the Northern Army had been withholding their payment for goods and kept them here, and today suddenly promised them to pay tomorrow, so that they could stay and rest today. What is the metaphor behind this, no one can guess.

"Only when we work together can we have a glimmer of life, and we must pass this hurdle by listening to His Excellency Dundell's instructions. After whispering to each other for a while, the caravan leader of the Rodin Chamber of Commerce was the oldest and had the clearest mind, and he made the other leaders clear in one sentence.

"I think they're going to attack at night, and one is trying to sneak attack. Another reason is that dwarves have dark vision, and night can greatly magnify their advantage. Master Dundell lowered the glass in his hand, his expression and voice heavy. "But it also means that as long as it doesn't fall into the night, they won't attack for a while. There are still three or four hours before sunset, and we still have plenty of time to prepare. ”

The surrounding caravan leaders were silent, listening intently as Mage Dundell watched. A high-ranking mage from the Imperial Capital is an existence they need to look up to, and at this time they are the only ones who can give them confidence and hope.

"First of all, don't make a noise after you go back, just let all the people in the caravan who have combat strength rest and eat. After two hours, we will start to make our caravan together. There's a lot of space and a strong enough building to defend together. You must move quickly, and if you encounter the Northern Legion's blockade, don't stop, I will send someone to pick you up......"

When the carriage returned to the station, the leaders of the caravan stepped out of the carriage with heavy faces and quietly returned to their respective stations. Although the situation in front of them is very bad, they are also people who have been out for decades, and there are many bad situations, and they are not messed up. Although the framing of the Northern Legion and the dwarves sounded terrible, with a high-level mage as their backing, they still had some confidence.

In the carriage, Master Dundel, who had been calm just now, and who was in command, sat down on the chaise longue like a leaky ball, and he didn't know where to go before with his composure.

“... This is really an amazing practice and internship..."The somewhat fat aristocratic mage wiped the fine sweat from his head and smiled bitterly. "If I knew this would be the case, I would at least borrow the Academy's guard golem and buy a bunch of high-level scrolls...... No, why don't I just give lessons to the kids in the academy, do experiments, and discuss new plays and poetry......

"It's too late for you to regret it. Feng Yinqiu reminded. In fact, if it's really just a minority, it's not that hard to find a way to sneak out. This authentic high-level mage has definitely mastered a lot of arcane arts, even if Feng Yinqiu uses the transparent invisibility of the second ring to fool the eyes of many people, as long as he uses his brain a little, it is not impossible to leave the caravan and quietly escape here with three apprentices. But he didn't choose it that way.

"What are you sorry about? As an imperial nobleman, do you have to abandon your responsibilities and glory and run away in the face of a group of bandits, thieves and barbarians? Everyone in this caravan has served the Howard family for more than ten years, and they are loyal to the family, and of course I can't give up on them. Master Dundell shook his head. He was still out of breath when he spoke, and he could see that his heart was still full of uneasiness, but the pride of being a nobleman could still help him sustain him.

Feng Yinqiu also had to look at this mage slightly. No matter how much arcane art you have received, no matter how noble your family status is, people who haven't experienced many ups and downs are very fragile in their hearts, and this magic academy teacher who loves to drink wine and enjoy poetry can still behave like this in such a situation, which can be regarded as very remarkable. Unlike those who deliberately inflate their arrogance because of low self-esteem, true pride and honor can indeed give people strength.

Not to mention the few arcane arts that were deceived from him, it was just the fate and pride and persistence that came along the way, and Feng Yinqiu also decided to help them as much as possible. He reminded: "But there is no point in simply holding on, this is their territory after all. What are your long-term plans?"

Mage Dundell looked at Feng Yinqiu in amazement and asked, "Could it be that the West Coast Mage Council will turn a blind eye?" As long as Master Wende sends the news back, neither the Mage Council nor the Temple will allow such a despicable and vicious act of the Northern Legion. We hold out for a while and wait for reinforcements. ”

Now it was Feng Yinqiu's turn to be speechless. Master Dundell is very right, the northern military gang and the cultists and dwarves robbing caravans are too bad, whether it is the mage council or the major temples, although they have different positions, they are all defenders of social order, and it is impossible to sit idly by. But the point is that he is not the Vinder mage of the Rothschild family, he can only say: "It's a pity that the information I got before was very vague, so I rushed here to confirm it, and I haven't had time to report it to the family yet." ”

“...... Aren't you here with the means of arraignment? "Master Dundell's face has become extremely ugly. "It's not like you and your clan haven't even prepared a regular teleportation magic circle, right?"

“... For some very fortuitous reasons, the communication circle in the family was destroyed..."Feng Yinqiu struggled to squeeze out a look of shame. It's not that he's unprepared, it's that he doesn't know what it is. "Don't you either?"

"It's four thousand miles away from the Academy of Magic, and apart from the archmage's legal arcane, only special alchemy props can spread the news. How could I have such a semi-military prop ready?" Mage Dundell's expression almost collapsed.

Coughing a little awkwardly, Feng Yinqiu thought for a moment before saying, "Then, for now, we can only send a few people out secretly, and let them go to the south to inform the temple and the mage council first." In my opinion... Let the three children go. As long as they move quickly, they will be able to rush to the northernmost town in two or three days to find the temple of the Guardian Hand for help. And maybe I'll be lucky enough to meet someone who comes north to pick me up......"

Although Gawain went to the Cold Wind Fortress of the Northern Legion to ask for help after breaking up with him, just seeing that Baron Atokin at that time was relieved to let them leave, Feng Yinqiu felt that there was little hope. If Gawain doesn't find reinforcements, it's likely that he will return to Ashdale Town, so it's best to let the three teenagers who have little combat power tell him about the situation here, and let the experienced him decide how to deal with it. And if you don't meet Gawain, sending these three teenagers who have no combat ability to let them report to the temple is also a good choice in the middle of the road.

After a while, Master Dundell gasped and eased his face and mood, and nodded: "Okay, it's right to let those three children go first." The three of them are already able to use the one-ring spell, and they should have some self-protection ability. But we need to plan what kind of arcane we will use, how we will be able to send them out without mistakes......"

"Your Excellency Dundell, please rest assured that you will leave it to me. Feng Yinqiu looked at Mu Qinyi and asked. "If this continues, there will be about two or three hours before the conflict starts. Ms. Mu, how much have you recovered from your injuries, can you use magic to help?"

"I'm not optimistic, the backlash of the divine art has directly damaged the soul origin, and it is impossible for me to have much combat power in a short period of time. Mu Qinyi shook her head, her face was still extremely abnormally pale, and the long black hair and purple bloom really had a sickly beauty.

After thinking about it, Mu Qinyi added: "But ...... Maybe a little help would be fine, if you can make sure there aren't powerful magicians among the dwarves and cultists. ”

"Do what you can, don't force it. Feng Yinqiu didn't say much, Mu Qinyi could barely be regarded as an old Jianghu, he should know what he could do.

Master Dundell on the side stood up with some excitement and said loudly, "Master Wende, even in the most dangerous situation, there is absolutely no reason to let an injured lady fight for us. Even if we die, we will do everything we can to make sure she leaves safely. ”

"Your Excellency Dundell, please be welcome, I am not a weak woman who is helpless, and this is not the time to be rigid in manners at such a critical moment. I will definitely do my part. Mu Qinyi was not affectionate, and calmly expressed his attitude, and then looked at Feng Yinqiu: "Master Wende, can I ask you some questions privately?"

"Of course. Feng Yinqiu nodded. He could guess what Mu Qinyi wanted to ask. "But I'll wait until I send those three teenagers away. ”

Half an hour later, two or three miles away from Gray Valley Town, a hazy and vague figure wrapped together in one large, three, and four ways fell from the sky.

"Gash gash gash ... Wow whoa..."The three smaller figures had just been thrown on the ground, and they were lying on the ground and vomiting, and one of them, who was not so spitting, barely supported his upper body, and said to the figure that jumped down with the three of them: "Uncle Wende, I thought you could use flying skills, why is this the case?"

"What else can you do?" Because of the violent air currents falling, a hazy figure revealed Feng Yinqiu's fabricated face. These three were the three mage apprentices who came with Dundell, who were taken by him to jump into the air after attaching the invisibility technique, and used the force field barrier as a step to cross the soldiers who were blockaded outside the town, and finally landed here. Being carried in their hands and jumping out of the air for two or three miles, if they hadn't been told to close their eyes earlier, the three teenagers might have fainted with fright.

"Alright, let's get ready to go. And I suggest you bear with it and swallow everything you haven't spit out again, because you don't have much dry food with you. Feng Yinqiu stretched out his hand to the void, and three tall, translucent animals similar to horses emerged from the void. This is the four-ring arcane 'Phantom Pony' extorted from Baron Atokin, unlike other summoned creature projections, this kind of mount projection specially used to rush has little combat power, but the staying power is extremely long, a full day, and extremely fast, two or three times faster than ordinary horses, whether used for driving or escaping is extremely efficient. The scrolls that the baron was carrying were quite targeted.

"Uncle Winder, the spell you used is so strange...... And how did you build a model so quickly?" the pie-faced boy named Angelo looked at the strange clan uncle in a daze. It's not that he hasn't seen this four-ring arcane artefacto, but he's never seen it used three times in a row so quickly and silently.

"Are we going to ride this all day? It's going to be bumpy! I didn't pass my last equestrian exam......

"Aren't there always tribes of beasts and goblins in the Northwest Wastelands?, are they dangerous?, do we really have to go it alone?" Fortunately, the other two teenagers were concerned about other issues than the arcane. Although this mage-specific summoning mount has been improved in many ways, and is far more stable than a real horse, it is indeed a chore for them to spend a whole day riding a noble boy immersed in poetry and drama.

"Alright. Young man, this is not the time to sigh. Listen to your teacher say that you already have basic self-preservation, so please show your strength and dignity as a mage. With the speed and arcane power of these three phantom foals, it will be a shame and a joke for your family, and an allusion that every freshman in your academy will know. "With Master Dundell's performance, Feng Yinqiu knew that for these noble children, face dignity was a good driving force. "Or you can force it to stay, but I'll tell you that the dwarven robbers hate human mages the most, and that the mages that fall into their hands are worse than the worms that fall into the hands of urchins. They would slowly dismember each mage alive and feed the remains to the beasts to eat. And they're a hundred times harder to deal with than goblin bandits and beasts. ”

Looking at the ugly faces of the three teenagers who couldn't even hide their stealth skills, Feng Yinqiu sighed and added: "Think carefully about the responsibility on your shoulders, the lives of hundreds of people in this town need you to find reinforcements to rescue them as soon as possible, including your teachers. He could have left quietly, but the dignity of the imperial nobility made him insist on staying. Do you want his persistence to be meaningless? Puff up your chest, young man, when you overcome the difficulties before you, and accomplish such a great and meaningful task, you will grow more than you have studied in school for a hundred years. You will be heroes, just like those bards sing. ”

The three teenagers gasped and were silent for a while, as if their faces had changed a lot. One of them suddenly said, "You are very eloquent." Well, I think I do have more courage. ”

Feng Yinqiu was actually a little surprised. The Euro people he came into contact with were basically so simple and direct, and he tried his best to encourage the three teenagers to speak naturally. Smiling stiffly, Feng Yinqiu continued, "Listen then. If you can meet the Knight of Gawain, the Guardian Hand, on the way, then everything is under his command. He was a very trustworthy paladin. If you don't meet him, then you should continue to go south and try to spread the word to places like the Temple of Daylight, the Guardian Hand, and don't unilaterally tell any one person or organization, especially these nobles on the West Coast. The energy of the Northern Army is not small, and many families have colluded with them. So churches and temples are the most reliable. ”

"We Rothschild family must not have it, right?" asked the pie-faced boy innocently.

"You reminded me, young man. I'll tell you in particular, the 'we' Rothschild family are in big trouble right now, and if you want peace, and if you want peace for your father, Roynara, you'd better not have any contact with anyone in the family for a while. Especially Baron Atokin, do you know?"

"Eh... Adversity... Okay, okay. Uncle Winder, what a strange person you are. The flatbread-faced boy hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Watching the three phantom foals carrying the three teenagers towards the south, Feng Yinqiu turned around and walked briskly towards Grey Valley, as he walked, his originally hazy transparent figure gradually became more and more hazy and transparent, until it completely disappeared from the air, except for the occasional tiny dust that bounced off the ground to show his presence, and even the sound of the wind no longer moved in the slightest.

This is the four-ring arcane 'High Invisibility'. Unlike the 'Transparency Technique' of the Second Ring, this is a spell that can only be controlled and applied to the caster himself, and the duration is not long, but the difference between the two levels is destined to be different in terms of subtlety and effect. This four-ring arcane can completely erase all traces of the caster, all images, sounds and smells are masked under the effect of the arcane, even if there is no trace of vigorous movement, it is completely disappeared from the perception of ordinary people.

That Baron Atokin was so discerning when it came to choosing to carry the scroll. Feng Yinqiu had to admit it again.