After planning the battle, the caravan guards were on guard around the camp again, but compared to before, the rest of the caravan probably couldn't have a good night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After experiencing such a battle, everyone had a trace of fear in their hearts for the surrounding mountains and forests, and the beautiful and quiet mountains and forests in their eyes in the past seemed to have become a hell full of monsters hiding in the darkness of countless dangers.

At the slightest disturbance, the whole camp will be restless like a frightened bird, and the guards will be very nervous.

Therefore, by the time the next day, the caravan guards were completely in low spirits, and they were all very tired.

"Let's go."

Arnold didn't know what to say to his men after seeing the tired looks on their faces, and he couldn't open his mouth to blame them, because they had already expended a lot of energy last night.

In desperation, Arnold could only open his mouth to cheer up his subordinates, as for how much effect, Arnold could only hope that the next journey would be a little more stable, even if a group of goblins who had not been in his eyes rushed up, he felt that his subordinates would have losses.

But Arnold could only continue to walk with the caravan, because he was now in a hurry to leave the area in the center of the Dablis Mountains, he didn't know what was going on here, why such monsters appeared, but in order not to happen yesterday, he could only let his men continue to hold on.

Unfortunately, things always go bad, and all that Zachary can say about this is that Murphy's theorem is everywhere.

What appeared before everyone was a mess of mountains and forests, as could be seen in the remains of horse-drawn wagons and garbage left on the ground, where a caravan had been stationed last night.

But the weapons and arrows scattered on the ground around it, and even some traces of spells, told everyone that there had been a battle here last night.

"Where did the corpse go?" Walking through this mountain forest full of battle marks, Arnold couldn't help but wonder like this.

It can be seen from the number of crushed tents on the ground and the residual garbage that the scale of this caravan is not much smaller than theirs, dozens of guards plus several times the number of caravan personnel, more than two hundred people, but at this time completely disappeared.

"It's really weird." Arnold turned his head to Joanna, who walked beside him, and the girl's eyes were constantly scanning her surroundings.

"More than 200 people, it can be seen from the traces of the battle that the battle was fierce at that time, but there is no body at all, only these blood stains on the ground prove that this is left by another caravan last night, otherwise I would think it is the scene of the accident that has been cleaned."

"Who knows, but I don't think the corpse will move on its own." The girl's tone was very cold, but Arnold, who was familiar with the world, could still hear the girl's hidden worries, the worries about the missing caravan personnel.

"Go back and ask Floya, this master of your Chamber of Commerce, a Northland witch, should have any way to deal with the situation in front of her."

"Northland Witch?" Arnold paused as he turned around, and looked at the girl beside him in surprise, although he could tell from the words, deeds, and dress of the master of his chamber of commerce that he was a girl with a deep background and a mysterious background.

But he didn't expect that it would be a Northland witch, in the eyes of everyone in the Salren Continent, these Northland witches who live in seclusion on the northern ice fields and believe in them are almost isolated from the world, far more mysterious than mages.

"Miss Joanna, how do you know the identity of the master of our Chamber of Commerce, I remember that the Northland witches are very mysterious and rarely appear on the mainland." In addition to being surprised by the identity of his master, Arnold was also surprised and curious that the girl next to him could see Floya's identity.

"I know some of the symbols and coats of arms of the Northland witches from others, such as the fact that the owner of your house, Floya, is not only a Northland witch, but also has an unusual status among the Northland witches." The girl smiled and glanced at Arnold, but Joanna remembered that some people had the impression that witches were evil people.

However, Arnold is still a person who has traveled to many places on the continent, and knows that those people are actually talking about the dark witch who believes in the demon god, and the northland witch who is inherited from the goddess of fate.

"Let's go, let's go back and ask." Arnold didn't take Joanna's joke to heart.

When Arnold respectfully walked to the carriage, before he could speak, he heard Floya's voice from the carriage, which was a perfect blend of coldness and charm.

"Arnold, I already know what you want to say, those people are still alive, but their light of fate is completely surrounded by a layer of yellow light, and I don't know what is going on with them at this time."

After all, the long river of fate was still affected by the elemental tides, and even Floya, a descendant of the goddess of fate, could not see more information from the turbid river of fate.

"So, master, what should we do, are we going to rescue these people?"

Arnold was very hesitant at this time, the kindness in his heart made it impossible for him not to help someone when he knew that someone was in trouble, but his duty told him that his first task was to escort the caravan to the imperial capital of the Tanif Empire.

He couldn't make a choice at all, and besides, the master of the Chamber of Commerce was also here at this time, and it was not his turn to decide.

If Floya decided to move on, he would not hesitate to move on, although he would be tormented by guilt afterwards, but he did not know how many times he had experienced such a situation in his years of adventure.

The power of mortals is limited, so walking in this world, people have to learn to do what they can, those who die are called martyrs, and those who are alive are called heroes.

Arnold's eyes didn't know how many fledgling stunned teenagers and girls, because of the justice and kindness in their hearts, rashly tried to save others regardless of their own strength, and most of them ended in death, and even killed the lives of the saved while losing their own lives.

"Let's escort the caravan on..."

Floya's words came from inside the carriage, causing Arnold to sigh silently, after all, he was the master of the Chamber of Commerce, and he was responsible for the lives of the other people in the caravan.

Arnold was about to turn away and direct his men to hurry up and prepare to move on, but Floya continued to pass out of the carriage without saying a word.

"After escorting the caravan out of this area, leave behind the basic guards, and we will immediately come back to rescue these people, we must not go against the good way of our feet." (To be continued.) )