I have to say that this move of the jackal man hit Diego deeply. If it was still when he and Masrae had adventured together, they would have swam in the past as much as they wanted, and it would be worth something. But now there are more than 100 people with their families, more than 30 carriages, and full of goods, how can they swim across the river? Even using the ferry boat will not be able to pass for a while!

But Diego was also a little helpless about this, and to be honest, he was already angry. Diego bet that if the black dragon Onexia appeared in front of him at this moment, he would dare to go up and shoot her in the nose a few times. But looking around, I can't see a single hair, it's really a fire and nowhere to go!

However, seeing that night was approaching, Diego had no choice but to order Burgard to prepare for camp. Obviously, there is no way to erect a fence, dig a trench, or even plant a stake like the West Spring Fortress. But the necessary precautions still need to be taken.

The wagons from which the cattle were unloaded were pulled together, end to end, and more than thirty carts barely formed a large circle, and the carriages were connected together by a nostrand to form a small castle. The beasts were placed in the innermost part, with the merchants, grooms, and men of the caravan in the middle, and the escort in the outermost part, and the oak spears from the carriages were drawn, and one for each man stood on the roof of the carriage, condescendingly, and defended, but it was somewhat advantageous.

That night, the guards cheered up, and they were careful to guard without removing their armor and unsaddles, but until dawn, no one came to touch the moldy head and let them vent their fire.

So in the morning, looking at the sleepy guards, Diego had to order them to rest for two hours and regain their spirits before going on the road again.

Despite his hatred, Diego had to lead the convoy to the ferry port to the north.

"If you have your hands free, you must sweep away the riverclaw gnolls here to relieve today's hatred!" Diego cursed angrily.

This journey was much more difficult than before. Because from the main road along the river bank to the north, there are no roads along the way, and the river beach is muddy. The grass was potholes, and from time to time along the way, horse-drawn carriages slumped into mud puddles, stuck in wheels, unable to move.

But this time. Kodomon's strength came in handy, and in the face of its vigor, it was not even as difficult to pull a trapped wagon out of the dirt as it was to pull a carrot out of the dirt.

At the cost of damaging four wooden wheels, they finally reached the ferry crossing to the north. But it was already close to noon, because it took a lot of time to replace the new wheels.

The ferry crossing was empty. There were no travelers waiting to cross the river, and no boatmen - no one dared to ferry here because of the ravages of the jackals, only an empty boat on the beach on the shore, with its belly as bright as a dead fish.

The ferry was very rudimentary, the trestle was short, a little wider than a horse-drawn carriage, and some of the planks on it had rotted away because it had not been tended to or repaired for so long, that Diego had to order the guards to cut down a few pine trees temporarily. A dozen or so plates were rough-machined for replacement, but there was no shortage of skilled craftsmen in the team, and it didn't take long.

After hastily eating something and filling his stomach, Diego and Bergard discussed it and decided that the latter would lead two small groups of men to the opposite bank to fight the front station first, at least to establish a beachhead. Diego has a hunch that the purpose of the jackal is not just to tear down the bridge, there must be a back-up move behind, and you will never make a big mistake if you are careful. As for this side of the river. He and Masrae and Landis? Blom's Dwarven Shield Guardian squad is more than enough to protect the convoy.

Just as the groom and his men were busy unloading the goods from a wagon and preparing to load the ship, Diego suddenly saw above the woods on the east side of the riverbank. Huge finches flew up from above the treetops, hovering in the air and chirping non-stop.

"Enemy attack! All on alert! Diego shouted loudly, and he was on the back of the Kodomon, seeing the anomaly before anyone else. Judging by the size of the flock of birds that kept flying, the attackers were not the kind of gangsters with dozens of them. It would have taken at least 100 people to make such a big move.

Almost instantly, Masrae had transformed into a giant bear, and beside him, Blom's dwarven shield guards were already neatly draped in heavy shields. The dwarven plate armor on their bodies is more reasonable and easy to dress than the human armor.

Just under the watchful eyes of everyone, either apprehensively or expectantly, accompanied by a messy and terrible barking sound, the yellow skin covered with black spots characteristic of the jackal appeared in people's field of vision. From the bank of the river to the slope, groups of gnolls emerged from the forest. They wore a variety of armor, some of them were decent leather armor, some of them were haphazardly draped in a linen robe that had been stolen from nowhere, but it was already scraped and raged by the thorns of the forest, and some of them were wearing chain mail of good condition, probably plucked from the hapless adventurer. However, few people wear plate armor, probably because the heavy armor affects the escape speed too much. After all, if you can't beat it, you can run away, which is a long-standing custom among jackals.

Eventually, more than a hundred gnolls emerged from the forest. Presumably learning the lesson of last night, the gnolls were spaced wide apart to prevent a large number of them from being killed by Diego's single shot.

They waved a variety of weapons in their hands and shouted down the slope. It seems that the gnolls are planning to drown them with crowd tactics. There was no strong fence of the camping camp next to the Xiquan Fortress, and there was no time to form a defensive formation of the carriages, and the low terrain on the riverbank was very conducive to a charge.

The faces of the merchants, men, and coachmen in the convoy turned panicked, and many of them involuntarily looked in Diego's direction. When they saw Diego's indifferent expression, they felt a lot more at ease, after all, the night before yesterday, Diego's great display left a deep impression on them. If this fellow saint, the exorcist of the dragon, did something to turn the tide again, it would not be so shocking for them.

"Steady, steady, these poor ghosts are just a bunch of scum, and in front of the steely dwarven shield guards, they're a bunch of shit!" Blom, the dwarf who stood at the forefront, cheered loudly to his teammates, in his opinion, this group of gnolls was just a group of weak grouse, not worth mentioning at all, but there were too many of them, and it was impossible for a few of them to take care of the entire convoy, and the loss seemed inevitable.

It was in the pre-war atmosphere of some panic and some tension. A somewhat uneasy voice suddenly rang out. Even without looking back, Diego could hear that it was Van Gore.

"My lord, maybe I can talk to my compatriots and settle this matter without bloodshed......"

"Are you sure?" Diego looked back. looked at Van Gogh and asked. To tell the truth, this internal affairs type of jackal is very useful to him, and he is reluctant to let him die like this. Because the gnolls on the other side may not recognize him as a kindred, they are more likely to stab this traitor in the head.

"I'm sure. My lord. Gnolls can't always live by looting and being cannon fodder, we have to find another way out, it's time for a change. Van Gogh said firmly, his eyes full of responsibility, having been in human society for so long, this idealist can't wait to do something to change the status quo of the gnolls.

Diego was still a little hesitant, although it was really no pressure for him to kill these gnolls, but he was not the kind of killer embryo, and he had to kill a river of blood. If you really want to send Fan Golei up to negotiate, those jackals don't understand what "the two countries exchange troops, and they don't kill them." ”

"Let him go!" Masrae said from the side. For people with dreams, the Night Elves always like to look a little higher.

Diego nodded. A few minutes later, Van Gorey walked up the hill with a shield in one hand and an oak spear with a white cloth tied to the top in the other.

The Riverpaw Jackals were taken aback, they didn't expect a gnolls to pop up in the crowd. Some shouted and shouted at Van Gore, while others ran to the back of the array, as if to inform someone. Although there were some people who pushed and shoved Van Gore, no one really treated him. He didn't even take the shield from his hand.

The gnolls were in a fuss for a moment, then suddenly quiet. Looking over from Diego's side, he saw a two-meter-tall gnolf come out of the woods and talk to Van Gore. Diego recognized at a glance who this guy was. Because apart from Hogg, there is no such big guy in the Gnolls.

Diego took his musket and aimed it at the other side, and if there was someone who wanted to attack Van Gore, he might be able to help. But the cunning Hogg clearly knew that there was a sharpshooter on the human side, and he stood in front of Van Gore, blocking Diego's firing range with his body.

Look through the scope. Diego could only see half of Hogg's face. At this time, the leader of the gnolls was talking to Van Golei with a disdainful face, but after a few words, Hogg's face became angry. He angrily raised the big stick in his hand and slammed it out. Van Gogh only had time to hold his shield in front of him, and then he was smashed like a baseball. Well, it's still a home run.

Diego looked up and watched Van Gore's bird fly over their heads, plunging headlong into the wide, dark river, making a huge splash. And by this time, his long screams were still wafting through the air.

"Die, Hogg!" Diego suppressed the anger in his heart and pulled the trigger. The bullet, which was already full of holy light energy, whistled out from the chamber of the gun, drawing a straight trajectory in the air, and accurately hitting the target.

Hogg's massive body shook a little. Looking over the convoy, it wasn't even clear if he had been shot, but Diego knew very well that he had been shot. This time, he aimed at the front chest, and there was not much blood spurting out of the breastplate that was shot through at that position, because the powerful kinetic energy of the bullet directly tore through the back, with a large puddle of flesh and blood gushing out of the back! Diego could clearly see the gnolls standing behind Hogg from the scope, sprayed with blood all over his face.

Hogg probably didn't expect that this wayward move would bring him a catastrophe. He glanced at the convoy in disbelief, then slowly slid down to the ground, and finally fell to the ground, revealing the huge and terrifying wound in his back. It was only at this time that the Jackals realized that their leader had died.

The gnolls rioted, and some of them, determined to avenge their leader, brandished their weapons and charged towards the riverbank. The gnolls, who had a little more brains, deserted and turned around and fled into the forest. (To be continued.) )