Gavin thought of another question. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The elven assassin left no trace, but there is a way to track down the murderer in this world, the Twin Snake Family will definitely be able to find the Holy Death Forest, can the Flame Kingdom tolerate a marquis being killed by a foreign race?

No way.

Because this is the central kingdom of the gods, it is the territory of human beings, and the elves are absolutely not allowed to be presumptuous here!

This must be the concern of Lord the Great Druid and the Elven Lord, right?

So for three hundred years, the elves have been putting up with it. Even if many clansmen were captured, they did not dare to act rashly. Because here, after all, they are still vulnerable.

So, was this time forced to take the risk, or was there really something else to prepare?

Suddenly, Kuhl lowered his voice again and said a bombshell news.

"The guys from the Thieves' Guild told me that the Scarlet Blade's lair had been taken! His Excellency Saurongir, the legendary half-elf ranger, used his unicorn longbow to shoot seven arrows in a row, killing seven master assassins! ”

"The only regret is that the legendary assassin who created the Scarlet Blade has never appeared. Hey, it's hilarious! ”

Saurungir struck.

Since Lord the Great Druid had taught Saurongil, it would not be difficult to find a way to get in touch with him.

Once the legend of the legend strikes, it is the power of thunder. In the past hundred years, I don't know how many legends have died at his hands, and a mere Scarlet Blade assassin group is naturally not a problem.

Zorogil's action was undoubtedly to avenge the elves of the Holy Death Forest, and naturally gave a warning to the Twin Snake Family and even the Flame Kingdom.

I'm afraid that at this time, everyone will remember another title in his early years.

Avenger!

No one can ignore Saurungir's warnings, not even a mighty human kingdom.

Gavin knew that since Saurungir was willing to make a move, then at least on the bright side, the Flame Kingdom would definitely not go to war against the Sacred Death Forest openly.

Of course, secretly, it doesn't matter what kind of revenge the Twin Snake Family will have. A family that has been badly damaged cannot threaten the Sacred Death Forest guarded by His Excellency the Great Druid, not to mention the dozens of ancient guardians who have awakened.

From now on, even if a rat wants to enter the Holy Death Forest, I'm afraid it will have to get the permission of the elves!

"The meat is roasted, everyone can taste my craftsmanship!" The aroma overflowed, ending the topic.

The hostess stepped out of the carriage, cut a piece of meat with a silver dagger, and handed it to Morgana, who handed the roast to Gavin, but Gavin waved his hand and refused.

He took out a fine iron dagger, walked over to the campfire, and feasted on it.

The guard's skills are good.

Not only is the grilled meat sprinkled with salt, but other spices are added when grilling. Gavin learned from Hans that the goods that were being shipped to the Heavenly Sword Fortress this time were spices from the Flame King. A full cart worth more than a thousand gold coins.

This is not a small amount for such a small caravan. Because Gavin knew that ordinary guards other than Hans were only paid about 10 silver coins a day—and this was already a high salary, and the mistress was not thin on them.

A caravan master who can take out some of the goods for everyone to use will naturally be supported by everyone.

This was done very well by the hostess.

It was a cohesive caravan.

The night was deep, the breeze was blowing, and sleepiness was blowing.

Morgana was invited by the caravan hostess to rest in the carriage, she did not refuse, after all, women are different from men, and many times it is not convenient, not to mention that there are only two women here.

Gavin leaned against the tree with his sword in his hand, his eyes closed.

The swordsman's outfit is not suitable for meditation, Gavin doesn't want to reveal his identity as a mage yet, and the mana pool is basically overflowing, so there is no need for meditation.

He didn't sleep and couldn't sleep.

Although the guards took turns on guard, he preferred to trust his own perceptions. A strong physique and soul allow him to stay in good condition without sleeping for days and nights.

Keeping Gavin on the line was Captain Hans, the captain of the guard.

An experienced adventurer will never fall asleep in the wilderness unless he is guarded by trusted teammates.

Hans was taciturn, and the other guards were more often more of a match of admiration and fear for him, and he probably wouldn't have regarded them as trustworthy teammates.

Hans sat cross-legged with a large sword stuck in the ground, his right hand gripping the hilt.

He breathes evenly, closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. It doesn't count if you say you're sleeping, but if you don't sleep, you can regain your energy and spirit.

This is not meditation, and it is not a method of rest for ordinary warriors, but a way for Juggernauts to rest.

Gavin asked Hans and knew that he once knew a high-ranking Swordmaster, and learned this way of resting from the other party, and rest itself was training.

Three or four o'clock in the morning is the easiest time to let down your guard, and even the guards in charge of the guard are a little sleepy and can't open their eyes.

Gavin still squinted, but his left hand clenched his sword.

The transcendent spirit sensed the arrival of an uninvited guest, but the magic alarm laid by the caravan hostess did not respond, and neither did the two guards in charge of patrolling, and the strength of the comer was very strong and professional.

There were no more or no fewer people coming, about five or so, but Gavin didn't perceive the same level of energy fluctuations, and there were no spellcasters.

He and Morgana traveled all the way, although they did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, but even if someone came for them, they should always know their strength, at least one or two master assassins would have to take action, and at least one high-level spellcaster would have to suppress the formation.

This strength is not enough.

Is it for this caravan?

It is said that the goods this time are very valuable, how valuable is it?

Although a cart full of spices was precious, in Gavin's eyes, a thousand gold coins was really nothing.

Perhaps these goods were precious to the guards or the caravan mistress, but Gavin always felt that the caravan mistress was hiding something, and the real goods were probably not the spices.

Gavin smelled the faint smell of blood.

This breath is so faint that it is impossible for ordinary people to smell it. Gavin had actually quietly transformed into a vampire form, and with the vampire's super sensitivity to blood, he smelled it.

The comer had experienced the killing for at least a week!

Do you want to warn you?

Gavin hesitated, then didn't do that.

Because he sensed that a few meters away, there was a person who was breathing heavily.

It's Hans!

The captain of the guard was indeed not simple, and he was always on guard. And he is also very perceptive and experienced, otherwise it would not have been possible to discover the anomaly almost at the same time as Gavin.

Gavin didn't like to be with the guards, so he closed his eyes and was on the outskirts of the cordon. Captain Hans is also a taciturn man, and was pulled by Gavin to talk for a while before the break, so he was very close to Gavin.

Gavin felt faint footsteps getting closer, the cold-blooded vampire was very sensitive to temperature, he even sensed a warm body in front of him, and then closed his eyes to sense the change in light.

Someone blocked the bonfire!

A shadow appeared in the middle of his closed eyes' field of vision, and Gavin could even hear the wind blowing through the blade.

Then there was the sound of the blade piercing the air.

It was at this moment that Gavin opened his eyes.