In the gray mist forest, dozens of figures on horseback slowly appeared, they stepped on the woodland where rotting leaves were piled up, and a black muddy water spread out from the depression, and after a few seconds, the figure of the horse was also revealed.

Each was clad in shabby leather armor, and some were plate or chain mail. The weapons on their waists ranged from cross swords to one-handed giant swords, scimitars to chain claws, and other kinds of weapons, unkempt and unkempt, their eyes exposed the fierce light and stared at the convoy in front of them, and the corners of their mouths roared:

"Where did you come from, this is occupied by our Charr thieves and forbids you to pass, if you want to go, bypass the Misty Forest, and follow the walkway from Russia to the ridge and then cross two canyons to the road behind."

The leader of the thieves wears a silver helmet, gray eyes that belong to the Mars Empire can be seen in the messy gray hair, and the proficient Mars Emperor Chinese is to prove his identity, and the criminal knights of a certain city have come here to become thieves.

"Whew!!"

The silver chain behind it flicked, causing the mist to move twice, and there was a sound of metal grinding and waving in the air.

"Ordinary thieves? It's too hard for them to come out to work in this kind of weather. ”

Grant could see dozens of strong men through the curtains, their strong chests and bulging muscles made Grant feel a little strange, this kind of figure was not like the thieves living in the border mountain passes, more close to the regular knight-level knights.

If it weren't for the tattered appearance and attire, Grant would probably think that the other party was a regular army.

The red-eyed horse in front of the carriage stopped, calmly gnawing at the rotting leaves on the ground without the slightest panic. After chewing it twice, I found it unusually unpalatable, so I simply vomited it.

The red-eyed horse itself has the blood of a lionhorn. Born into the bold and belligerent category.

"My lord, it's a group of thieves. Please cast a spell and let them see the power of the spell. I believe that the other party should leave soon. ”

Next to the leading carriage, a formal knight in silver and white armor said respectfully.

"Well, these thieves in front of me are really not afraid of anything, even our convoy dares to pay attention, if it weren't for my fear of causing other thieves to stir up in the Misty Forest, I would have eliminated them in an instant. Now let me come out and deal with them. ”

Abbott, dressed in a white robe, walked out, he was different from the kind appearance he had when he met Grant, and he was often cold and cold in front of outsiders, especially those with low status.

The air is very watery. Not long after Abbott came out, the long hair on both sides of his ears became wet, and a milky white mist gushed out from the tip of his nose and dissipated into the air.

"Thieves, this is a caravan of mages and official knights, and I hope you are not so stupid as to kill yourself!"

Mage Abbott used the effect of spiritual power to strengthen the sound and spread it several times to the opponent's camp, and at the same time, the corners of his lips squirmed slightly, and he waved the staff in his hand to cast the spell of the lightning chain.

"Crackle! Crackling! ”

Two azure arcs of lightning suddenly appeared in the void ahead. It was as if the chains had been knocked to the ground, blackening the rotting leaves of the nearby trees, and the smell of burnt ash wafted on either side.

Casting a lightning spell casually, Mage Abbott gave them a cold look. He said coldly, "Do you thieves want to smash it like a leaf in front of you?" If you want, I can politely give one of you a moment, and turn it into charred gray carbon. ”

"It's a mage!"

"It turned out to be a mage. Get out of the way, everybody! ”

There was a commotion among the dozens of thieves, and they all let out an exclamation and moved out of the way of a road seven or eight meters wide. On the face of the leader of the thieves who were panicked as if he was very surprised, a pair of eyes flashed a cold light for a moment.

An extremely weak murderous aura floated on the hilt of the sword.

Carriage side. Abbott found out that the other party was giving way and sat next to him, telling the people around him to enter the forest.

The wheels began to roll, and the four wagons approached the forest towards the Orleans Gorge. At this time, Master Abbott noticed Grant coming with a smile on his face, and he laughed, "Great, I can finally pass through the Misty Forest, and then I can go somewhere else just by passing through the Orleans Canyon." ”

Cozy's excited face approached Master Abbott, and suddenly hugged him, clenching his slender and smooth back firmly.

"Mage Grant, your attitude is not good. We're not familiar enough to hug us casually, or if you let go of me first, we still need to move forward. ”

Abbott's eyes flashed with panic, and his face turned hot and crimson. He didn't expect Grant to suddenly hug him, thinking that he was a big man who hugged him like a woman, and couldn't help but be afraid of the other party's hobbies, considering that the other party was recommended by Master Melio, he could only politely let him leave.

Reaching out and pushing, Grant got closer and closer. Yuri Phixis, who was in the middle carriage, also noticed, and although his eyes were puzzled, he did not stop them.

Grant grinned close to Abbott's delicate ear, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

A voice the size of a mosquito word came to his ear: "That group is not a group of thieves, if the other party has thoughts about us, we must cast a spell as soon as possible, and I will cooperate." ”

After hearing this, Abbott's face changed slightly, and he quickly calmed down, and said embarrassedly: "I know, Master Grant, you better leave me quickly." I'm just a big man. ”

"It's just for fun." Grant sighed and left the carriage and walked to his own.

The little episode that appeared suddenly passed quickly. They slowly left, the bandits on either side staring fearfully at Grant's departing caravan, their rough hands slowly moving towards the cross sword worn at their waists, or the longbow in their hands.

The leading thief took a breath gently, felt that the air was suddenly a little depressed, and immediately stretched out his hand to signal that he would cut it off, and whispered in his mouth: "Kill them, pay attention to the ...... of the law"

Before he could finish speaking, a pitch-black steel arrow with a trace of flame was inserted into his throat accurately, and the scorching heat of the arrow made the blood scorch and the wound blackened.

His eyes widened, and his eyes looked at the black-robed man holding the pitch-black longbow opposite, and a pair of ghostly eyes locked on him tightly in the hood of the pitch-black robe. He subconsciously rolled down his aching throat, but found that he could only rub and rub it, unable to say a word.

"Bang!"

The thieves were thrown off their horses and fell among the rotting foliage woods, blood mixed with black muddy water.

"Lightning Chain!"

Behind Grant, four or five blue arcs of light rubbed and passed from the sky, and all of them fell into the group of thieves and exploded, but the twenty or so thieves drove their horses to dodge, and one by one they drew black thin swords from the leather armor on their backs, and the horses also neighed twice, turning into a neat military formation and rushing over.

A powerful offensive spell can only achieve the effect of three thieves.

"That's right, they're just a bunch of ......," Grant's eyes suddenly stared at the thieves rushing from the opposite side. (To be continued.) )