Mark and Polo are a pair of brothers, both of them are guards subordinate to Laria, and they have stood at the gate of the city for five years, and they are out-and-out veteran oilers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAs the saying goes, brothers work together to break gold, and in the past five years, the two have scavenged a lot of oil and water from caravans from various countries in the city gate. Deducting the share of filial piety given to the chief is enough for them to go to the tavern and splurge it. But today, the two brothers stood at the city gate for a long time, and they were all small people. Chinese New Year's Eve was spent on the ** belly Mark was a little sleepy, he suddenly remembered that these few days were the annual festival of the imperial Narauszi, no wonder the caravan to and from Laria plummeted. He yawned and wanted to squint at the spear for a while, but was suddenly stabbed by Polo: "Brother, look! Business is here! ”

Business? Mark was excited, his waist unconsciously straightened a little, and at the same time he rubbed his face quickly, trying to make a serious expression. This is the most important point of the "Door Health Sutra" summed up by him and Polo: the military looks like a wealth! A hunchbacked and sleepy guard has no deterrent effect, only a straight face can scare those goblin merchants!

As the procession of carriages approached the city gates, the mud-stained wheels creaking and leaving ruts on the ground. The two brothers were a little overjoyed: Huo, it seems to be a fat fish! It's just that I was a little discouraged when I saw the emblem of the Saarion Chamber of Commerce on the carriage. It's not that you can't scrape your own people's oil and water, it's just that a caravan of this size has a strong backstage, and they are just little earthworms churning in the dirt, and it doesn't hurt to provoke a strong dragon crossing the river, but the ground snake can't be provoked.

Mark was a little entangled, he still wanted to go to the tavern tonight to have a good time, and by the way, he would catch up with the girl from last night. He glanced at Polo, who shrugged his shoulders and said, "Brother, what do you do, what do you do, what do I do."

That's it! Mark took a step forward, just about to stop the convoy, when suddenly the carriage led by the leader turned out to ride, a dull iron armor silently devoured all the light that shone through, and the war horse under his crotch was covered in armor and wore a hideous iron mask with exquisite workmanship. Mark suddenly felt that his spine, which he had managed to straighten, was a little weak, and a chill crept around his back: heretical...... Black Knight?!

Laria borders the Noldor Forest to the east and is infested by the Noldor elves, but their reputation is far from the point of children crying at night, after all, they only operate in the forest, and only slave traders who dare to offend the forest and lost caravans are the main targets of the Noldor patrols. As a result, the nightmares brought to the inhabitants of Laria by the pagans who often infiltrated the city in search of sacrifices.

Mark's feet were weak, and if it weren't for a spear to wield him, he would have almost collapsed on the ground, and Polo didn't look much better, and they didn't even notice that a black knight couldn't follow the caravan properly. Salaman glanced at the two brothers strangely, handed over the paperwork for entry, and shook it in front of their eyes, but they did not react. Jeffrey poked his head out of the carriage and threw a badge in Mark's face, a little impatient: "Don't get in the way. ”

The metallic texture of the cold eyes brought Mark back to his senses, and he finally realized that what he was looking at was not a real black knight, it should be some rogue knight who had good luck and made up a black knight's outfit. But when he saw the bright silver lion on the badge, he was a little untenable: the silver lion emblem? Damn it! This caravan ...... Directly under the Salion Merchant Association!

Salaman was also a little surprised, he had a good relationship with the association, and knew that the silver lion emblem could not only enter and exit the country of Salion without hindrance, but also be able to recruit a team of lion knights to escort him. "What are you hiring us for with this thing, saving this money is your style."

Jeffrey smiled bitterly in his heart, if he hadn't brought that hot potato, he would definitely not hesitate to recruit the unparalleled lion knight in the field, but the movement would naturally be greater. Just a little leak of the news provoked the death knights to rush from the high mountain fort to Laria, if it is really a big fanfare to draw the lion knights, and the fact that the horseman is in love, I am afraid that the Nuoduo will rush out of the forest to intercept him! He shook his head, obviously not wanting to continue the topic: "Let's go into the city." ”

When the convoy entered the city, the two Marco Polo brothers looked at each other in despair: What is going on?

Larria is not very prosperous, and the buildings lining the streets are mostly unrenovated and still retain the austere style of the old Pande period. In fact, on the mainland economic list, Laria and Boeing Blue have always been a pair of difficult brothers and sisters competing for the bottom, the former is bordered by Noldor in the east, and there are Cato people in the north, and occasionally there are patrols of the Order to fight the autumn breeze; He often bore the brunt of the war with the Empire; The latter was often the object of the Misty Mountain army, and the evil guests were miserable during their visits. After setting up the carriage, Jeffrey was relieved: he went to the Tavern of Lanzel in Laria to hand over the item, and the drudgery was over. The mercenaries were also pardoned, and although the commission had not yet arrived, they could at least rest peacefully for a few days, and they did not have to be afraid in the wilderness. Someone took out the wine bag he was carrying and went to drink, if it weren't for Salaman's stiff face and a few whips, I'm afraid the mercenaries would soon disperse. Jeffrey stood beside Salaman, smiling. Everyone suddenly realized that there was a famous iron rooster standing next to their leader, and their share of the double commission had not yet arrived, so don't be deducted by him.

After settling down easily, Jeffrey patted Salaman: "Go to the Lanzel Tavern for a drink?" By the way, call that lad on the same page...... Hey? Only then did the two notice that Eschu had left the convoy at some point. Fortunately, Estheu's Death Knight's outfit was so eye-catching that it didn't take much effort for them to hear from one of the guards that a rogue knight dressed as a black knight was heading to the arena.

"You want to participate in a real sword duel?" The person in charge of the arena was a fat man with oily hair and pink face, and when Aexiu came in, he was counting the money, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Yes." Esher said.

"Very well, a deposit of one hundred dinars."

Eishu was a little surprised: "Want a deposit?" ”

The person in charge was a little impatient: "Of course, a deposit is required, and if you knock down less than three people, you will not return it." Defeat five people and you will earn 300 dinars. The more you play, the more you earn. If you can survive a real sword duel to the end, you'll get 2,000 dinars. As soon as he finished speaking, the last dinar slipped from between his fat fingers and fell into the purse, making a clatter.

"Did you make more?"

"Yes," the person in charge pouted, "you can bet yourself to survive until the last round, with odds starting at 1 to 10, starting at 1,000 dinars." ”

It is worthy of being a businessman in Sarion, Eshua sighed in his heart, just the provision of the deposit does not know how many grassroots fighters have been squeezed dry. As for surviving to the last 2000 dinars? Ai Xiu has also been in the gladiatorial arena of the empire for ten years, and he knows the inside story well, so far Ai Xiu has never seen a warrior who can successfully take away a huge sum of 2,000 dinars. At least one-third of the forty people in the True Sword Duel are arena-nurtured fighters, and their duty is to try to eliminate the potential stocks in the True Sword Duel.

"I don't have any money." Esher said.

The person in charge didn't speak, just waved his hand impatiently.

"Is it okay to mortgage this armor?" Esher asked, "How much is a set of Death Knight's armor worth?" ”

Death Knight's Armor? Set?

The person in charge raised his head in some surprise, looked Ai Xiu up and down, and then snorted coldly in his nose: "Three thousand dinars." ”

Eshu was a little helpless, on the way he came, he saw a heraldic burqa chain mail in the weapon shop, which was only worth more than 5,000 dinars, and the black knight armor, which symbolized the pinnacle of metal craftsmanship in the Pande continent, naturally could not be at this price, in fact, the death knight armor had no price! Hunting the Death Knight squad is a life-and-death job, and with the same number of people, the Black Knight can crush almost any class! In this context, the scarcity of Death Knight armor can be imagined. In recent months, there has been only a broken set of Death Knight armor on the market, which was bought by the Duke of Brenus at auction in Salion for a whopping 700,000 dinars! But the person in charge just pinched the hole where he had no money, otherwise he would not have reported the shabby figure of three thousand. Essho also wanted to fight for it again: "There is also a death knight war horse outside the door, let's quote a price too." ”

Death Knight Warhorse? The fingers of the person in charge were immediately a spirit, he whistled in a low voice, weighed it carefully, and re-offered: "Even the armor and the horse, ten thousand dinars." ”

"Ten thousand and one hundred dinars, after paying the deposit, I will win with all the bets." Esher said.

"Yes." One hundred dinars was only a fraction, and the person in charge did not hesitate at all, nodding in agreement. Although Essho made him a little jealous: a guy who had the ability to wear a death knight's suit was certainly not a good stubble, but thinking of the fighters he had planted, this worry quickly disappeared invisibly: could it be that he could really fight ten at a time? A group of people rushed up and crushed him!