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In the early morning, there was the sound of rolling wheels in the distance, accompanied by a few 'meshing' horse calls from time to time, led by a red horse that no one rode on, with a jet-black mane contrasting strongly with the red body, a short sharp horn on the forehead, and a dark red hoof that always made a 'zizi' sound when it fell on the snow, and from time to time it hit a snort with sparks.

Behind him were two long, well-proportioned creatures, covered in blue hair, with a face that looked a bit like a monkey, and landed steadily, and as they landed, a light wind would blow the snow off the ground, and a handsome man held the reins in his hand and shook them slightly, allowing the two guys to move forward as he wished.

The carriage is wide and black-coloured, with delicate green vines carved on it, giving a faint sense of vitality that bursts out of the darkness. Inside, a few people sit reading with a book, holding a teapot to pour water, or looking out the window with curious eyes.

This carriage was given to Dybala Ottore by a horse-like monster called Wind Chaser, which is very good in terms of endurance and speed. Especially when he knew that Raphael was going to the imperial capital, Dybala Ottore also gave him a token, saying that if there was anything that could not be solved, he would use this token to his mansion for help.

"McKenzie, sit down and don't look around." A slightly reproachful female voice came from it.

It was Raphael and his party in the car, and it was already a week later after dealing with the handover of the property, the reception of Swift's property, the arrangement of relevant personnel and other related trivial matters. One of them was met with resistance from some thugs when he took over Swift's estate, on the grounds that Raphael's acceptance was not justified, but everything was resolved after Joshuel Kitts made a slight appearance.

Raphael threw the rest of the matter to Fitztier, directly ruining his original plan to make a fortune on the trade route, and even the voyage of the magic stick ship was completely shelved. It's just that the east corner is lost, and the mulberry elm is harvested. It didn't seem bad to disrupt the plan and become Raphael's manager at the seaport of St. Helier.

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By noon, the snow in the sky slowed down the fall, and the sun in the sky warmed up the body.

'Whoosh...... There was a sound of rapid running in the surrounding jungle, and the man sitting outside the carriage moved his ears, and continued to control the reins in his hand without paying attention.

Raphael also raised his eyes lightly as he was reading, and glanced out of the window, his mental power swept outward, and the head was a short ranger with an agile body, with a sharp arrow in his hand, turning around and shooting backwards from time to time, he always seemed to know in advance what obstacles were in front of him, and always avoided those dangers in advance.

Or jump, roll, dodge, and appear to be very comfortable.

Then there was a man with a scarf around his head, and they were not slow at all, and they all held crossbows and crossbows in their hands, and the crossbow arrows on them kept shooting, but they were all lightly avoided by the dwarf ranger or let them only hit the tree, but when these bows and crossbows hit the tree, Raphael could feel that the tree was constantly deprived of its vitality, and it was going to wither and die.

Poisonous, it is obvious that there is poison on top of these crossbow arrows that can directly take people's lives!

As if sensing someone ahead, the short ranger deliberately wanted to avoid Raphael's carriage, as if he didn't want to spread the battle to Raphael and the others. The little ranger's behavior was favored by Raphael, and if he had been placed in the same situation, he would not have thought that he could have done so, but this did not prevent him from admiring the behavior of others.

It's just that this behavior of the Short Ranger didn't have the effect he expected, and the offensive line of those guys didn't even change.

"Damn, these believers in the goddess of killing are really not ordinary, they have been with me for half a day, and they still haven't given up. Isn't that just breaking their plans? What a bunch of brains. "This little ranger has a very cute baby face, but his voice seems a little mature, and there is a trace of chagrin on his face, he really shouldn't brag nonsense, but at the same time there is a trace of self-satisfaction, if it is not for himself, then maybe the guy in that village will die.

"Slightly~ come after me, you fools!" The dwarf ranger grimaced backwards and slapped his ass defiantly, greeted only with a few thick bolts.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are your opponents here? The little ranger saw that a few of the guys were not following him, and the arrow in his hand shot out again. But he was distracted, a crossbow arrow came from his side, and he felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and the dwarf ranger immediately lunged forward and rolled forward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Hell, there are no arrows." Even if you have saved the use of it, there are only so many arrows in the quiver, and there will be a time when you will run out.

"Forget it, today is the most thrilling battle in Solozo Herring Aldington's autobiography, and the chapter title is called Solozo's Tricks, Fighting and Killing Goddess! Well, that's it! The dwarf ranger tossed his bow and arrows to the side, drawing two daggers from the straps of his thighs. However, this is based on the size of this short ranger, and even the dagger is a bit small for humans.

"A halfling." Raphael, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but smile when he heard the words of the little ranger. Halflings, this is a very popular race because they don't have any ambitions. A box of tobacco, a glass of ale, a piece of food, and a beautiful view are enough to make them feel satisfied!

They are the world's most famous winemakers, gourmets, chefs, adventurers, wanderers, and you can always see them in many heroic deeds, if not the hero's best companions, then they are probably one of the protagonists. Although sometimes it is the version of the story that they themselves brag about......

Hobbits are actually called another way of calling them, but they prefer to be called halflings, because in their language, halflings mean good luck.

You can put good words like kindness, good-tempered, and clever on them, and most of them don't have any scheming. Because the goddess of luck Tymorrah and the halfling god Brandobris have always maintained a close relationship, the halfling race has always been shrouded in luck.

The halfling man took the two short swords one in front of the other at his side, posing as if he was ready to attack, and as soon as his steps were fast, he rushed into the crowd behind him, his speed was very fast, and he was a little cheetah! After the last volley of fire, the guys behind him also lowered their crossbows and pulled out their maces from their sides.

The goddess of killing, Sylvo's path to the gods, has always been talked about by players, she was completely killed all the way, from a princess who was taken captive by the enemy country, became the plaything of the enemy nobles to humiliate her kingdom, her time was completely dark, but she never gave up, using her beauty she learned the means of killing, and found that she herself is extremely talented in this area!

She spent a year training her killing skills, then single-handedly killed the enemy king and escaped unharmed. returned to his own country and did not hesitate to kill his brothers, and sat in the position of queen with iron and blood! As for later? You can tell from her priesthood.

Most of her followers are murderers, murderers, assassins, barbarians, and orcs, and you can understand this very intuitively from the murderous aura emanating from these people in front of you.

"Hey, you idiot, you can't beat me!" The swift movements of the halfling man were like butterflies piercing flowers, turning these guys who were much taller than him around. And this little guy also taunted the other party from time to time, so that the green tendons on the foreheads of these guys burst out.

"Oops!" How can you stand by the river without getting your shoes wet, no matter how dexterous this guy's movements are, in the face of a large number of opponents, there is still too much physical exertion. His back was still hit by a mace that was ready to strike, and the leather armor on his body neutralized some of the damage to him, but he still felt that his internal organs had shifted a little under the attack. And he felt like he might have broken two ribs. Classes that rely on agility to win are still not as good as orthodox warrior classes in terms of resistance to blows.

"Whoosh!" Two ice spears passed through the jungle and slammed into the other two maces that were about to smash into the halfling's head, these two ice spears were so powerful that they shook their hands and almost couldn't hold the weapons in their hands!

"Oh! It's a magician, praise you, Udala God! The halfling hurried forward, his back hurting so much that he bared his teeth and bothered in discomfort, and the fellow walked briskly towards where Raphael's carriage was.

"Kill!" The followers of the Goddess of Slaughter did not stop their actions because of the appearance of a magician, and they all let out a low roar and rushed towards them. There was a trace of blood on his body, as if he would not stop until he killed this halfling! Just as the halfling was about to continue meeting the enemy, a figure moved past him like the wind.

"Hey, friend. They're not easy to deal with. The halfling couldn't help but warn, but soon he realized that his worries were a little unnecessary, and this guy's sensitivity was no worse than his own. Well, better than yourself, to be exact. Because he found that the opponent he could not solve was very vulnerable in his hands......

"Hello, Your Excellency the Magician. Solozo Herring Aldington thank you for saving my life. You can call me Solozo or Herring. Coming to the side of the carriage, the halfling made a very serious salute, although the movement was not very in place, but it seemed that he had done it deliberately, because this posture looked very decent on his body.

Halflings have very interesting names, they put their favorite things in them as a surname, and you can also think of it as a nickname similar to a screen name. So you may hear from it, tobacco, alcohol, ingredients, food.

"Hello, Solozo. Rafael Abraham. "The reason why Raphael didn't make a move before, but only when the halfling was dying, had his own considerations. He's not a good guy and won't save people for no reason. But he will help for the sake of profit and favor. Friendships with a halfling are easy to form, and with their simple thoughts, if you save their life, they will respect you very much.

So Raphael chose to strike at the right time, although there is no guarantee that a halfling's friendship will bring any practical significance, but as long as Raphael is willing, it will be enough.

"Huh~ I finally escaped, these believers in the goddess of killing are really famous for their madness, and they have finally seen it with their own eyes." As if finally relieved, the little guy didn't care about the cold of the snow and sat down.

"Halfling, brother. I've only read it in books, and it's really the same as what is written in the books, and they're really about the same height as me. Little Lori jumped out of the carriage and said excitedly, as if she had seen some kind of rare beast.

If you say that to a dwarf, this guy will definitely get you in trouble. But the halfling doesn't care about his height at all, on the contrary, he is proud of it, so in the face of Xiao Lori's excited words, he is also smiling and very kind. He removed some herbs and bandages from the cloth pocket at his side, apparently to treat his injuries.

"This bottle of potion is for you, it can help you recover from your injuries." A bottle of high-quality recovery potion appeared in Raphael's hand and handed it to the halfling.

"This ...... How embarrassing is that. It's enough for me to use these things. The halfling looked a little cramped and waved his hand repeatedly.

"It's all right, Mr. Herring. The elder brother is an alchemist, and he has a lot of this thing in his storage ring. I've heard that you halflings are all keen on adventure, is that true? Little Lori took the recovery potion from Raphael's hand and stuffed it directly into his arms. Little Lori seems to prefer the name herring.

"Of course, I'm a well-known adventurer in my hometown! It's not me bragging to you, little girl. My adventures are so rich that I can't finish several books, so I want to think about which one to tell you. When little Lori said this, the halfling seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in his body, and took out a small pipe from the cloth pocket, which was invented by the halfling man himself, which can enhance the taste of tobacco, shake off some tobacco into it, compact it slightly, light it, take a small puff, spit out a smoke ring, and spit it out at a very suitable frequency.

Then he's ready to start his own blow-wrenching show!

(神祗 (zhī), 神祇 (qí). Today I read a book that uses gods, and then I went to look up the relevant information. Some of it says, "Only, with only." The example is Tang Hanyu's "Book with Meng Shang": "The gods of heaven and earth, Zhaobu Senlie." ”

However, there is a difference in the modern dictionary, "only" means "earth god", and "only" means "respectful". Therefore, I was wrong to use gods earlier, and it should be more accurate to use gods. Chinese culture is really broad and profound, and I have learned new knowledge. ）