But at this moment, the west gate was crowded, and the black-pressed caravan squeezed the three avenues leading to the outside of the city. This huge caravan www.biquge.info made up of 1,500 horses and more than 400 carriages, each of which was planted with a flag emblazoned with a tulip motif, and the colorful banners came to life in the breeze.

Although the merchants and citizens in the shops on both sides complained, they did not dare to insult the caravan in person. After all, this huge caravan belongs to the Nolan Northern Chamber of Commerce, and everyone knows that the entire economy of the Nolan Peninsula is in the hands of the Nolan Northern Chamber of Commerce, and the Chamber of Commerce is in the hands of the Holy See.

So if you can't get along with the Nolan Northern Chamber of Commerce, you can't get along with the Holy See, and how tragic the consequences will be, that a fool can imagine with his toes. But even if you can't insult this caravan for blocking the road, it can't stop the gossipy people from talking about it.

Some people say that this caravan will bring a large number of handicrafts to the ice city to carry out trade activities, and some people say that this caravan is going to the ice city to transport slaves, after all, the Nolan army captured the rock and gravel city last month, and the ice city as a slave distribution center has a large number of slaves waiting to be sold at this time.

Of course, the townsfolk didn't realize how unusual this huge caravan was, for example, the horses pulling the wagons, although they were wearing worn bridles, were all tall and mighty, as if they were the horses of the battlefield. The caravan entourage was dressed in rough linen and cloth clothes, but the bodies inside the garments were unusually straight, like the unyielding backbone of the soldiers. And those trucks full of golden wheat stalks don't know what to load, and the two horses are a little difficult to pull together, and the road they have walked is even more engraved with deep ruts, which also makes people wonder what is the cargo pulled by these thousands of horses?

Two fat and thin jailers carried Jing Ling to the West City Gate panting, watching one carriage after another accept the security check of the city guards and leave Carl City, the thin jailer complained: "These bastards, hundreds of carriages are only checked by a dozen city guards, is the head of the city defense chief caught in the door panel!?" ”

The fat jailer glanced at the city guards who were checking the carriage and said, "Sometimes it's hard to get things done with a lot of people, you know what I'm talking about. ”

The thin jailer's gaze also slipped between the city guards and the carriage, and then he sneered: "That's right, it's not easy to do things with a lot of people, who knows how much of the things in the carriage are taxed, maybe these dozen city guards are specially designated to inspect this caravan." ”

The fat jailer was just about to raise his hand to cover the thin jailer's big mouth, when a questioning voice sounded in their ears: "What do you do?" ”

A city guard in black armor walked up to them, and the thin jailer responded, "This slave is dead, we want this guy to throw—"

"Throw him out of the city and bury him." Before the thin jailer could finish speaking, the fat jailer quickly interjected.

The city guard raised an eyebrow at the thin jailer and asked, "Where did you just say you were going to throw this dead body?" ”

Before the thin jailer could answer, the fat jailer rushed to say, "Throw him out of the city, we are going to throw him out of the city and bury him." With that, he glanced at the skinny jailer and signaled him to be smarter.

The thin jailer immediately understood, and he smiled and said, "Yes, yes, we're going to throw him out of the city and bury him, isn't that so?" ”

"Of course, what else can be done with him but to throw him out of the city and bury him?" The fat jailer chimed in.

The city guard watched impatiently as the two men talked like a play, and he pointed to the moat outside the city gate and said, "I warn you, if you dare to throw the dead bodies in the moat, I will arrest you all." ”

"Who would do such a virtuous thing!" The thin jailer suddenly said in a high voice, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

The fat jailer pretended to be angry and said: "That's it, which one who has been stabbed with a thousand knives actually threw the dead body into the moat, isn't that going to smoke the city guards, if I see which bastard it is, I must beat him." ”

The city guard saw that the fat jailer was thinking about himself like this, and he also sighed: "It would be great if everyone thought so, but I don't know which guy threw the dead bodies of cats, dogs and slaves in the moat, and just salvaged a few dead bodies this morning, and the putrid smell can be smelled hundreds of meters away." ”

The skinny jailer continued: "These guys are so shameless, is it so difficult to dig a pit and bury the dead body? I think they're just lazy, these people are really moths of the empire. ”

"Alright, alright, aren't you going to bury him? Go ahead, the sun will be setting in a few hours. The city guards pointed to Jing Ling, who was being carried by the fat and thin jailer, and said.

The fat and thin jailer replied and carried Jing Ling out of the city gate.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the fat jailer tilted his head towards the moat and whispered to the thin jailer, "Throw it down." ”

The thin jailer smiled slyly and added, "One ...... Two...... Three! ”

'Poof' a sound of falling water, Jing Ling was thrown into the moat by the fat and thin jailers, and the noise at the city gate covered up the sound of falling water, but the fat and thin jailer who was a thief still looked around, and after making sure that no one found out that he had done a lack of morality, the fat and thin jailer ran back to the city in a smoke, leaving Jing Ling floating on the water......

Inside the city gate, horse-drawn carriages continued to pass through the security check and gather outside the city gate, and the busy figures of the people were pulled out by the sunlight with a long shadow, and no one noticed that a 'floating corpse' in the moat slowly swam to the shore and climbed onto a wagon.

When Jing Ling planted himself into a truck full of golden wheat stalks, the first thing he felt was not softness, but a cold metallic texture.

Jing Ling could tell by touch in the darkness that what he was pressing was weapons and armor, and he couldn't help but curse secretly: "His uncle, after performing the 'Turtle Breath Technique', he was starving to death, and this pile of cold things can't be eaten, I'm really sad." ”

At the same time that Jing Ling was making a fuss, two unusually familiar voices sounded beside the carriage: "My lord, I'm late." ”

"What's going on?"

"That's right, I've just absorbed some fresh blood for the organization, an old man and a young girl and a young man."

"Did you put them in the city?"

"Yes, sir."

"That old man is not a new blood...... Anyway, let's complete this task first and then train new people. ”

"Yes, sir."

After a while, the two people outside the carriage seemed to be walking away, and Jing Ling gently opened the wheat stalk, revealing a gap, through which he looked at the backs of the two people, although they were wearing merchant-style cloth clothes, Jing Ling still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from their backs.

Suddenly, one of them turned to the convoy behind him and shouted, "Let's go!" Then he mounted his horse and took the lead.

Although the man turned his head for only a few seconds, his appearance was clearly seen by Jing Ling, a pair of blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features and a black goatee, who is not Farot!!