More than 200 years have passed since the discovery of the "City of Chaos", but to this day, this gray region that exists with the Western Sea has not been controlled by the three principalities. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And with the continuous gathering and struggle of various forces, the situation in the "chaotic capital" has become extremely complicated.

The struggle between the human race and the rest of the races, the forces within the human race are also intriguing, and the internal struggle of the rest of the races will definitely not be less. In addition, whether it is the Terrans, or the rest of the races, they need to fight against the natives and native beasts of the "City of Chaos".

Here, the least valuable thing is life, and the only meaning of life's existence seems to be strife.

War is everywhere and chaos is everywhere, which is a true portrayal of the "chaotic city".

And at this moment, in a barren land, it is rare to appear a caravan of hundreds of people.

Thirty knights on sturdy horses led the way at the front, in the middle supplies were transported by a dozen horses, and on either side and behind was a vigilant-looking escort.

The sharp scimitar in his hand has long been unsheathed, guarding against all possible enemies.

In the "City of Chaos", any unexpected and insignificant collision may trigger a bloody battle, and in this wasteland where there is no order at all, a bloody battle may break out anytime and anywhere.

And as the team moved forward rapidly, the town, which was originally only faintly visible, became clearer and clearer.

It's just that this caravan is about a hundred meters away from the town, but the accident happened suddenly.

"Whoosh-"

With a sharp neigh, the sharpened steel feather arrow slammed into a wagon behind to transport supplies.

And with the shooting of this feather arrow, as if he had received some instructions, hundreds of figures also emerged from all directions like a tide.

These people are dressed in a variety of strange clothes, most of them are haphazardly sewn together from rags and animal skins, and they look extremely comical.

This is the most common and most numerous number of "scavengers" in the "City of Chaos", who usually wander the wilderness and some dilapidated ruins, gambling with their lives in search of anything of possible value.

Of course, they don't mind being killers, marauders, or anything else if necessary.

In the "City of Chaos", it is not uncommon for such "scavengers" to unite to block caravans and plunder supplies, but it is quite rare for hundreds or more "scavengers" to encircle and suppress the same target.

"Your Majesty Chopin, looking at this situation, someone should be in command behind the scenes, otherwise, this group of "scavengers" should have rushed up at this time. ”

In a nondescript looking carriage in the middle of the caravan, Carter looked outside and shook his head.

If he was really in an ordinary caravan at this time, he might not be able to cope with the attack of hundreds of "scavengers".

After all, those who dare to wander in the wilderness and ruins have more or less certain abilities, and these seemingly weak and inconspicuous "scavengers" will also turn into violent wolves when necessary, showing their bloody nature in devouring and killing.

It's just a pity that they are dealing with the brave soldiers of the French Empire, although Carter does not have the slightest concept of what the so-called "French Empire" is, but the bravery and strength of these soldiers are beyond doubt.

Even if there are any hidden forces or existences behind this, in Carter's opinion, at most, it will only make these soldiers a little more effortless.

Through the curtain that was specially isolated on the carriage, Chopin naturally saw the "scavengers" dressed in tatters outside, and shook his head a little speechlessly.

Although he came to the "City of Chaos" this time, in order to avoid being too ostentatious, he did not bring too many soldiers, but even if thousands of regular soldiers wanted to attack them, it would not be easy, let alone these chaotic "scavengers".

If you really want to fight hard, with blood and ruthlessness, in a one-on-one life-and-death struggle, they may be able to win, but hundreds of people collide and fight, these "scavengers" have no chance of winning, not to mention that what they have to face at this time is the extremely elite soldiers of the French Empire.

Thirty cavalry guardsmen, thirty fur smugglers, forty line infantry, and in addition to that, ten probationary priests.

And for Chopin's safety, Riken, the powerful "Chosen One", is naturally impossible to be absent, but compared to the other party, what reassures Chopin more is that Delis, a guy who has not been inconspicuous, the other party's forces are afraid that they are much stronger than Riken, who has been improving rapidly since awakening, and if he really wants to encounter any danger, Chopin does not believe that the other party will not make a move. Besides, he himself is not some powerless and powerless being.

With the shooting of this feather arrow, the caravan that was originally slowly advancing also came to a standstill, and confronted more than a hundred "scavengers" around it, and the surrounding air seemed to become stagnant at this moment, and the invisible oppressive atmosphere soon enveloped the audience.

"Hand over the goods in the caravan, and I can go around you without dying."

But soon, with the appearance of an unruly figure, the original dead silence was immediately broken.

The other man had a thick curved bow on his shoulder, and it was obvious that he had shot the arrow just now.

And behind this unruly figure, there were dozens of guards who looked quite burly.

Different from the strange clothes of the "scavengers" around them, these dozens of guards were uniformly wearing leather clips, with a standard scimitar pinned to their waists, and their bodies all exuded a bloody aura, which looked like they had really seen blood.

However, the young unruly figure waited for a while, but found that no one in the caravan on the opposite side responded to him at all, and the cavalry in the front line all looked at him like fools, and the ridicule and ridicule on their faces were not concealed at all.

"Look for death!"

An indescribable rage rose suddenly, but before the rebellious figure could give the order to attack, a feathered arrow suddenly shot out, brushing past him, and then slammed into the body of one of the guards behind him.

The guard obviously didn't expect such a change, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, and a red blood flower had already bloomed proudly on the opponent's chest.

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