The bowl was smashed in the face of a horse thief, and with a snap, the bowl was smashed to pieces, and the unlucky horse thief was covered in blood, and he fell off the horse without even having a chance to say a word, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

This is a disaster!

The group of horse thieves was also arrogant, and they had suffered such a loss when they were rampant everywhere, and without saying a word, they took up the weapons in their hands and went straight to Kochakin, wanting to put him to death.

To tell the truth, these horse thieves are also quite capable, the lowest one, is also a samurai in more than 20 levels, the highest level, even more than level 50, and they ride horses all year round to rob houses and houses, and they have rich combat experience, so they really don't take Kochagin seriously, because they just saw from the moment Kochagin threw the bowl that he doesn't know any martial arts at all, and he definitely doesn't know magic!

If you know magic, you won't throw bowls......

Well, it's just a tall and sturdy old man, no big deal.

Kill him!

The horse thieves underestimated the enemy, and the fate of the underestimated enemy is usually - abuse!

The horse thieves flaunted their modest martial arts, and felt that they were all quite unambiguous, but after fighting with Kochakin, these horse thieves realized that they were very wrong, although this old man did not know any martial arts at all, but his strength was as big as a monster, and it was easy to beat them these horse thieves, as if they were joking.

In less than a minute, eight of the twelve horse thieves lay down, and although Kochakin had no intention of killing them, it was inevitable that their bones would break.

These unfortunate horse thieves lay on the ground and screamed, and the pain of broken bones was not something that anyone could hold back and silent. It hurts.

And at this time, the leader of these horse thieves made a move.

He'd been watching from behind him just now. may also think that he is just an old man, and his subordinates can deal with it, and he doesn't need to do it himself, but now that the situation has changed, he can't help it.

His outfit was different from that of the other horse thieves, he was dressed in a black magic robe, and a black cloth was wrapped around his head, and when he suddenly raised his hand, a cold light shot out of his hand and hit Kochakin's chest.

The light is too fast. Kochagin was caught off guard, and before he could react, he was hit by this cold light, and with a pop, a hole two fingers wide was blasted out of his left chest, and Kochagin screamed. He fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitching a few times. Then he lost consciousness.

The leader of the horse thieves snorted coldly. Then he took a group of men and left.

By the time Federer returned in the evening, Kochagin was already lying on the ground and dying.

He was badly wounded, but not dead, and perhaps the leader of the horse thieves did not know that the hearts of the barbarians grew on the right side.

After some rescue. Kochagin slowly woke up and finally saved his life, but from that day on, he never saw the power of the past. I can only lie in bed and become a waste person who can do nothing.

The reason is the wound on the left chest.

Although this wound is not big, it is very strange, it can never be closed, there is always a cold air hovering there, as long as a little force is used, it is an unbearable pain.

Kochagin told his son exactly what happened to him, and the focus of it was naturally the leader of the horse thieves in the magic robes, so when Federer saw Duang wearing the magic robe just now, he was so excited, thinking that Duang was in the same group as those horse thieves.

The horse thief leader is a magician?

And judging from the fact that he was able to seriously wound Kochagin with just one move, the level of this magician is not low.

Du Ang muttered in his heart: "This is too strange! ”

In the entire St. George continent, magicians are an extremely scarce and precious strategic force resource, and they are the objects that all forces like to recruit, a magician with a little ability, as long as he wants, can become a nobleman, or even a guest of honor of the royal family, highly respected, how could such a high-level magician come to be the leader of a group of horse thieves?

Horse thief...... It doesn't seem like a very promising career!

Along the way, although Federer slowed down as much as he could, Duon picked up his pace and occasionally trotted to keep up, and finally, at dusk, the woods appeared in front of him, and at the junction of the woods and the grassland, there was a small house made of thatch and branches, which was Federer's home.

From afar, Du Ang's eyes were straight, and his heart was pounding, for so many years, he had lived a life of fine clothes and food, and now this thatched house in front of him ...... That's rotten, judging by Duang's standards, let alone living people, even if it is used to raise dogs, it is too sloppy.

It can be said that this is a shack built with weeds and branches, which is ventilated on all sides, and from top to bottom there is not even a single tile, and as soon as he arrived at the door, there was a strong and pungent smell coming to his face, as if it was the smell of blood, the rancid smell of leftovers, the smell of feces and urine, and the smell of rotting raw meat were all mixed together, just smelling it, Du Ang felt that his brain hurt, although he had walked on the grassland for so many days and smelled of sweat, But even if the smell on his body was ten times stronger, it was 108,000 miles worse than the strange smell in the house.

"It's home!" Federer said to Duon.

"Uh-huh......" Duon held his breath, forced the nausea feeling in his chest and abdomen down, slightly relieved the strong vomiting sensation, and then walked in behind Federer with a painful face.

"Are you sick?" Federer asked with concern, seeing that Duon's face was not good, he was rarely careful.

"I didn't ...... It's okay! Duang's face turned pale.

"Oh!"

Federer didn't react at all to the disgusting smell, probably he was used to it.

Upon entering the house, Duon found that the room was in a state of disarray, to a downright degree.

Duon was a neat and clean man, and when he entered this messy house, which seemed to have been robbed, it was no less than a small disaster for him, and by the time he reached Kochakin's bedside, he had fainted from the smoke.

Kochagin was lying on his back on the bed, his face was haggard, his cheeks were sunk into small pits, because he was too thin, his two eye sockets looked unusually huge, looking at his skeletal physiognomy, he should be a giant man when he was healthy, but ...... Now it's like this.

When he first saw Duang, Kochagin's reaction was also very excited, obviously, he was the same as Federer, because Duang was wearing a magic robe, and he also saw Duang as an accomplice of those horse thieves...... Although this Kochagin is also a little stupid, compared to Federer's situation of being confused and home, he understands it very well.

Enduring the disgusting smell in the house, Duang talked to Kochagin for a while, he asked Kochagin what kind of place this is, as expected, this is the territory of the Byron Empire, and what makes Duang even more shocked is that this not only belongs to the Byron Empire, but also the deepest hinterland of the Byron Empire, close to the north of the Byron Empire's territory, and thousands of miles away from the Bauhinia Empire.

Duang was depressed at the time......

What can I do? Originally, he still had a bit of a fluke mentality, in case this place was under the jurisdiction of the Bauhinia Empire, as long as he found a small town or small village with an official station, he could immediately get in touch with his family, and then go home as quickly as possible.

Even if this is not the Bauhinia Empire, as long as it is not the Byron Empire, the Bauhinia Empire and the Byron Empire There are a few smaller countries around the Byron Empire, all of which strictly adhere to the policy of neutrality, and the relationship with the Bauhinia Empire or the Byron Empire is good, if it is in their territory, it is definitely not a problem to go home.

Well, even in the Byron Empire, if it is a place close to the border, you can find a way to go back, and what Duang is most worried about is that he is in the central hinterland of the Byron Empire at this moment, this place is unfamiliar, and I don't know how many hardships and dangers I have to go through if I want to go back. This TMD, when I usually think about good things, I always don't realize it, but this time I think about a little worry, but how can my dream come true?

Still don't let people live?

However, Du Ang also understands in his heart, scolding and scolding, but the problem still has to be solved, and the days have to pass day by day, not to mention that this is the central hinterland of the Byron Empire, even if he is in the palace of the Byron Empire at this time, he has to find a way to go back.

Well, it is not yet known the political orientation of Kochagin and Federer, so about their origins, let's keep it a secret...... In case these two are loyal subjects of the Byron Empire, as soon as they hear that they are from the Bauhinia Empire, they will be directly sent to the local government.

Being in an enemy country (quasi-enemy country to be exact) requires caution in everything, and Duon doesn't want to take that risk in a fool's time.

After chatting for a while, they talked about the wound on Kochakin's body, Kochagin lifted the quilt covering his body and asked Duang to see the wound, and after just one look, Duang frowned fiercely.

There was a small hole in Kochagin's left chest, no more than two fingers wide, and the flesh around it had turned gray and white, and it was obvious that it had festered, and Duang noticed that in this small hole, there was a white, life-like cold air that was slowly squirming, and every time he moved, the muscles on Kochakin's face twitched slightly, and you can imagine how intense the pain he was enduring at this time.

"What kind of magic is this?" Duon pondered.

I've heard Federer say before that this wound is caused by magic.

However, on the mysterious and magnificent road of magic, Duang was too shallow after all, and did not know much, and after studying for a while, he did not understand what kind of magic caused it.

Suddenly, in Duang's ears, the voice of the cake came: "This is ice erosion!" (To be continued......)