The bright moon was in the sky, and the slightly cold night breeze gently blew through the campsite, making everyone involuntarily tighten their cloaks and lean in front of the warm campfire, and a few coachmen secretly took out the wine jugs hidden in their arms, and drank a small sip of the specialty of Nanhai Town, a cheap but very choking inferior spirit.

Although according to the rules of the caravan, no one was allowed to drink alcohol during the journey, but in practice, one eye was always turned a blind eye, and no one cared about this rule unless they drank until they were unconscious.

After all, being a merchant is not a safe profession in the first place, not to mention the bandits that may be encountered along the way, just the attacks of various beasts in the wild are enough for a headache.

As a group of people who don't know if there will be a tomorrow after today, they naturally need something to relax their minds, so alcohol and tobacco naturally become inevitable choices.

Old George drank hot soup and stroked his little daughter's hair, and asked with a smile, "Jenny, how did you feel about spending the night in the wilderness for the first time?"

"Well, it's kind of ......"

The girl, known as Jenny, cautiously glanced at a dark forest and subconsciously tightened her neck.

Maybe it's because she's experienced the undead disaster, or she's heard too many scary stories, so she's very timid, and she'll tremble at the slightest hint of the wind, as if there's a terrible monster hidden in the dark.

"Hahahaha! My sweet little Jenny, don't be afraid. Do you see the mage in the room? As long as he is there, whether it is a robber or a monster, he will not dare to approach it easily. The power of magic is not comparable to that of a mere sword. Old George laughed and comforted.

But just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and saw a sharp blade glowing with cold light, which hit his jaw at some point, and with a little force, it would instantly penetrate his brain and cause death on the spot.

"Don't move! Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you!" a deep voice warned.

"I didn't move! Don't touch my daughter! Do you know who the goods you are looting belong to?" Old George had clearly experienced a similar situation, and hurriedly raised his hand to show that he had no intention of resisting, and at the same time tried to use words to intimidate the other party.

Because he noticed that in just a few seconds, a dozen masked men left the dark shelter and took down all the coachmen, and the two guards he hired were nowhere to be found.

After calming down and thinking for a few seconds, I could think that in fact, the caravan had been targeted from the moment it left Nanhai Town.

The only thing he didn't understand was why these men in black in front of him had to wait until now to do it, weren't they afraid of the power of magic?

"Hmph, I advise you not to be smart! Of course we know what this cargo is, and we know better that it is the mage of Dalaran who needs them. But what can that be? Do you think we're going to be scared of a pack of lost dogs cowering in a magic shield?" the masked man sneered as he walked over to one of the carriages and pinpointed the delicate little wooden box hidden in the mezzanine.

With little effort, he easily knocked on the lock, and the moment the lid opened, the dazzling light immediately stung everyone's eyes.

Pieces of crystals the size of a baby's fist exude a colorful magical charm that seems to suck a person's soul into it.

"Oh my God......! Arcane Crystals!There really are Arcane Crystals!We're rich!" The other masked man clenched his fists in excitement.

If there is any mineral that is the most valuable in the continent of Azeroth, it is none other than the Arcane Crystal, compared to it, no gold, silver, and Mithril mines are all in the stream.

This crystal, made entirely of mystical arcane energy, can be used not only to craft powerful magical equipment, but also a necessity for mages to build arcane towers, with a very low chance of being associated with only a handful of rich veins of Thorium, and its value cannot be measured in monetary terms.

Obviously, Dalaran is being rebuilt, and a large amount of arcane crystals need to be consumed, so anyone who can bring them can take this opportunity to establish friendly relations with the Kenrito Council, so that they can get the right of first purchase of various alchemy potions and magic items in the future.

No merchant would be foolish enough to doubt the ability and speed of a mage to create wealth, and even in their eyes, a mage can be directly equated with cute gold and silver coins.

Seeing that the most valuable goods had been turned out, Old George's face immediately became ugly, and he struggled to stand up and protect his property.

But before he could straighten his knees, he immediately felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and the dark red blood quickly dyed his hair red and slid down his neck.

"Ah!!! Daddy, what's wrong with you!Go away, stay away from me!" Jenny saw that her father was hurt, and rushed over, trying to push the attacker away.

But unfortunately, with her slender little arms, it is clearly no match for a strong adult man.

I saw the masked man effortlessly grab the girl's wrist, pinch the little face with fear and anger with his other hand, and laugh unscrupulously: "Hahahaha! Look! There's a chick with a logo here! Maybe when we're done with this ticket, we can have fun together." ”

"No, take away your dirty hands, don't touch my daughter, or else...... Otherwise......"

In a hurry, old George couldn't care about his still bleeding head, so he desperately pounced on it and snatched his daughter back from the other party's hands.

"How's that going to happen? Old thing! Be honest with me! Otherwise, I don't mind getting rid of you first." The masked man kicked him in a contemptuous tone.

Old George lowered his head and did not make any gestures of resistance.

Because he understood that in the current situation, the best way to protect his daughter was not to argue about anything, but to honestly try not to provoke the other party as much as possible, and then wait patiently for the mage in the wooden house to notice what was happening outside.

Having seen the fire, frost, and arcane magic unleashed by the mages in battle, he was convinced that magic was more powerful than swords, and that it wouldn't be long before a group of greedy bandits would die without a place to die.

The masked man at the head undoubtedly understood that the mage was not easy to deal with, and after controlling the situation, he immediately made a gesture, and led three of his subordinates, with the help of hook claws and ropes, to climb to the platform on the second floor from the side, and approached the door and window lightly.

Just as one of them tried to peer through the gap in the plank, a hot fireball shattered the plank and smashed it in his face.

Rumble!

After a deafening bang, the unlucky man didn't even have time to scream, and fell directly from the second-floor platform, turning into a charred corpse.

Of course, it wasn't that the fireball technique was too powerful, but that he was too unlucky to be pierced in the eye socket by a wooden spike from the explosion......