The men dressed as smugglers, carrying only a cart full of ox carts, swaggered towards Barony Murred, and the men of the smuggling caravan kept making loud noises, as if they were afraid that no one would hear their laughter. After passing through the last red-crowned tree of El Heili Nunnen, they stopped at the avenue on the edge of Nansen.

Not far from the road leading to the royal city was Murred's newly built watchtower, and the men of this caravan looked vigilantly at the Kakander sentries on the watchtower, and in their leisure time after looking up and down, they lit cigarettes with a little nervousness, and from time to time they were talking loudly with their men about the topic of finding trouble, which should have been carried far away in the open space. The redwood gold mountain flags, which were planted on the ox carts, were in stark contrast to the two-headed eagle flags on the black-bottomed eagle of Karkhand, which were planted on the watchtower not far away, and some thin smoke rose slowly around the edge of El Heili Nonansen as the men smoked leisurely.

It is unknown if the sentries on the new tower of Murred are watching the smuggling caravan that is hesitating on the edge of El Heili Nornansen. The group of caravan men just looked at Murred's new watchtower from time to time, and in their eyes, the figures of the Kakhand sentries on the watchtower were only occasionally talking heads and ears, and they still stood quietly on the watchtower and looked at the vast sea of trees of Al Heili Nonansen, as if to convey a message to them: they did not attract any attention from the watchtower.

Behind the old wooden fences of Murred, the houses of the lords made of a large number of red crown wood are still as peaceful. Even the caravan men carefully kept their ears close to the ground, unable to hear any unusual noises from the ground and the large number of footsteps they had expected. Only the curling smoke rising in the distance lazily diffused in the air, hiding Sharp Mountain behind Murred behind the pale blue smoke.

"What's going on? The people of Khakander in Murredri didn't seem to react to us. It's just that there seem to be one or two missing figures on the watchtower. A fellow from the smuggling caravan tapped his cigarette stick with the stump of the El Helino tree beside him, looked at the sky and said leisurely, "It looks like it's just a shift change." Is Arno's bald one-eyed dragon reliable or not? ”

"Who said this was the brainchild of Arno's one-eyed dragon!? Although these Kakhandians may seem like barbarians, they don't seem to be fools. You see, aren't they sending us a signal that we don't see us? We're not at the end of the stretch yet, so I think what we're doing is a good way to do it. Another guy from the smuggling caravan laughed loudly at the Kakhandians on the watchtower in a hoarse voice.

"Either way, we'll have to change the Kakhand's flag first. Guys. I don't know which guy suggested it, and everyone began to remove the original mahogany gold mountain flag, and by the way, they waved it at the watchtower a few times in their hands, and then planted the two-headed black eagle flag of the Kakhandians on the ox cart full of goods.

"So we have to continue walking towards Murred's gate, right?" The hoarse caravan guy asked, slightly nervous, "The barbarians are strong guys. ”

"So what are you going to do? Don't you think that's a good idea? We're also taking the final step, aren't we? The caravan guy who had finished lighting the tobacco gave the cigarette stick to his arms and touched the guy on his waist with a smile, "No matter how strong you are, you won't be knocked down by my sword?" ”

"You can knock one down, and if you're still alive, I'm willing to lose you 2 gold coins." The caravan guy with a hoarse voice took out two gold coins and shook them in front of the guy he thought was bragging.

The men of the smuggling caravan escorted the ox cart full of goods and continued to walk towards the Khakhand guarded Murred for a while, they kept an eye on every move of the Kalkhand sentries on the watchtower, including any facial expressions on their faces, the smuggler who was walking in front raised his hand, and the ox cart suddenly stopped. The sentries on the watchtower immediately showed their filling, and they seemed to be facing a great enemy, and they buried their heads behind the wooden stacks of the watchtower in unison. With the smuggler at the front waving his hand backwards, the ox cart circled and began to move towards Al Heili Nonansen.

"Who are you!?" As the sentry on the watchtower seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, he poked his head out of the watchtower and yelled at the group of merchants escorting the ox carts.

"It seems that the trick is good, they have already discovered us, but we seem to have the initiative!" The hoarse-voiced fellow whispered to the caravan fellow beside him.

"Hey, barbarians on the tower, we are the caravan of Lord Zax, Baron of Sharp. It seems like we're in the wrong place, though. We've found out that we're not all the same. The men of the smuggling caravan, after a defiant reply, marched without looking back to the piece of El Heili Nonansen directly opposite the watchtower.

"The rebels are ready to flee!" The sentry was in a hurry, and he yelled again under the watchtower behind him, and the door of Murred opened with a squeak in response to the sentry's roar. Dozens of Kakhand's axe-wielding infantry had already piled up at the gates of the Murred Gate.

"Run! Brothers! The heads of these barbarians are better to hear than to see! It doesn't seem stupid! These guys are prepared! "The smugglers shouted, and the men leading the ox carts full of goods raised their whips and beat the cow's buttocks frantically, and the crazy cows galloped with the men of the smuggling caravan to the nearby El Heli Nonansen with the men of the smuggling caravan in the low moan of 'moo'.

"Stop! Rebels of the Sharp family! Don't run! The Kakanders, who suddenly poured out of the gates of Murred, shouted in thick Kakande, mixed with strong nasal voices.

"Only an idiot would stop! You savage stupid donkeys born in the redwood forest. Although the smugglers were a little out of breath, they still laughed loudly at the Kakhand infantry chasing after them.

"You rebels will stop!" The Karkhand infantry were also enraged by the thinly dressed men of the smuggling caravan, and they screamed and freed one hand, quickly untied the axe from their waists, and threw it at the fleeing smuggler in front of them, whose ears were filled with the sound of the axe whirring by and the terrible screams of one or two men.

"Damn, we've got a brother in the axe." The hoarse-voiced caravan fellow stopped his sneer, and was about to turn his head to look behind him, when the sudden flying axe that brushed the door made him dismiss the idea immediately. Behind him there was the sporadic clanging of swords and axes and another scream, which he could tell was a fellow he knew, "Damn it, you killed my brother!" Well, since this group of barbarians is going faster than I thought! I'm not going to run!! ”

"Come on!" The hoarse man stopped, suddenly drew his sword and turned around, and four or five Karkhand infantry in double-headed black eagle armor rushed in front of him, and he rushed towards the oncoming Karkandian like a madman, he lunged forward, grabbed one of the Karkhand infantrymen, and stabbed him in the abdomen with his sword, and then the arriving Karkhand infantry kicked him away with a shout, and immediately surrounded him, and aimed his axe at his back, and before he could get up from the ground, he was killed by the Kakhand's axe.

This group of dozens of Karkhand infantry had excellent foot strength, and the speed of pursuit far exceeded the expectations of the caravan guys, but in the sporadic resistance of the smuggling caravan guys risking their lives, they still managed to escape with this group of Kakand infantry into the El Heli Nonansen, but the Karkand people still clung to their tails and chased after them.

"This is it." The men of the caravan suddenly stopped fleeing, and they turned around one by one, which also surprised the pursuing Karkhand infantry, and they all stopped hesitantly. But before they could come to their senses, cold arrows were fired from the bushes, and one by one the Karkhand infantry fell in response, and they began to look at the surrounding bushes in a panic, but the bushes were surprisingly quiet, and they did not see even a ghost except for the great danger hidden in the shaking bushes.

"Where is the enemy? It's a trap! The Kakhand's infantry looked frightened, and their legs began to shake uncontrollably, not only because of the hidden arrows, but also because the rapid run had consumed too much of their physical strength.

"What's wrong? You barbarians of Kakhand! I feel the fear in your hearts. You know what it's like to be afraid. You hateful minions of kings! Who just said this is a trap? Clever hindsight! But it was too late to know. Who used the axe in his hand just now, and whose hand was stained with the blood of our brothers? "In the depths of the woods there was a figure on horseback, the black blindfold under the bald bald head that always pulled the eyeballs, his hand holding a glittering iron spear, and the only remaining eye glared viciously at the panicked Karkhand infantry below.

"What about killing you rebels? Your people are nothing but weak fawns scurrying in the woods, chopped into meat sauce and made into meat patties with my axe and axe! Hahaha. The Kakhand infantry at the head of the army laughed wildly, he defied the one-eyed dragon that appeared in the depths of the woods, and said defiantly, "When our reinforcements arrive, you will all die." ”

"Not necessarily. Lord of Mount Sharp, Lord of Baron Zax, may have now wiped out all of your support for invading his realm. The one-eyed Arno on the horse gently swept the cold and glistening iron spear in his hand, and his one-eyed eye flashed the same light as the iron spear, and he suddenly threw the guy in his hand, and let out a cheetah-like roar, "Whoever kills me will pay for your life." ”

The thrown iron spear made a deadly arc in the air, and the body of the fleshy guy in the Karkhand infantry had already been pierced by the iron spear thrown by the one-eyed Arno, and his body, which had lost its center of gravity, immediately fell backwards, his eyes rolled out of the whites of his eyes, blood foamed from his mouth, and he struggled to kick his legs, and after a while he lost his breath.

The psychological defenses of the Karkand infantry finally collapsed, and they let out a rather primitive scream, and then spread their feet and turned to flee in the direction of Murred behind them, but they realized that it was too late.

"Surrender or die. The choice is yours. "On the edge of El Heili Nonansen, there had already been a line of horsemen on horseback, armed with iron spears and long swords at their waists, slowly approaching them.