In fact, Barrett knew that even the caravan had information that no one on the field knew. That's not what I can peep into at the moment. And in this world where knowledge is power, each force has information in its hands that outsiders don't know. In this way, what the caravan knows at the moment may not be as good as the data room inside the Boreham family!

However, with Barrett's current status, it is not possible to enter the Boreham family's data room for the time being. Even for a long foreseeable period of time in the future, he could not make himself so weighty in front of the Earl. Fortunately, if he wants any targeted news, Barrett can also ask the family for help. Of course, everything needs to be paid for the family's contributions, but it is better to find a solution at a critical time than to run around like a headless fly.

Barrett shook his head at the thought of this, and threw the thoughts of not being able to help with the task at hand for the time being. But after swinging the whip next, he subconsciously put his hand on the saddle, and after grabbing it, he immediately remembered that his spear had been damaged in its previous combat effectiveness. And the situation at that time was not enough for Barrett to spend any more energy on the broken gun, and by the time the battle was over, neither the barrel nor the head of the gun could be recovered. Even with Rielly's complete restoration, it was impossible to conjure up a weapon for Barrett out of thin air.

"Looks like we're going to have some extra weapons on hand next time. Otherwise, you won't be able to take advantage of it. Barrett on horseback immediately made a decision, "As for the issue of carrying, anyway, the storage space of Klymatis will increase with the level. When the time comes, I'll give it all to her. ”

Although all sorts of ideas always pop up in my head. But that didn't stop Barrett from doing what he was doing. It's really hard to be alone outside to blow the wind. But Barrett was tested for what could be called a tough one. So all this in front of me can only be regarded as a drizzle!

Barrett cruised in front of the caravan, charting the way forward for the caravan. And the players in the team were not idle. Because of a large number of aboriginal adventurers, they were placed in positions that were originally in charge of the Chamber of Commerce. Therefore, the day-to-day garrison work in the caravan naturally needs to be filled by people - Barrett alone is at best to confirm the safety ahead, and potential threats from both sides and rear of the caravan need to be watched by others.

Although the current situation of the caravan cannot send effective rangers, it is still possible to arrange for someone to keep an eye on the roof of the caravan. So now the anvil is still noodles, and the two of them are also blowing cold wind. They were not protected by strange objects like Barrett, and even though they were wearing undershirts and cloaks, they still rubbed their palms from time to time.

And among the remaining companions, Claudia. Auditore was in charge of the treatment of Clematis. Bot struck. Lalu was close to Rielly's safety—in the eyes of the natives. The status of a mage is the most important weight to maintain one's own safety. After the first two battles, if they hadn't been without manpower, they would definitely hate to protect Rielly three layers inside and three layers outside. So that couple became a special case among the players who comfortably hid in the caravan.

When I was busy, I always felt that time flew by, the speed of the barely running convoy was seriously reduced, and the road back to the south had not yet gone far, and the red sunset had already fallen half below the horizon. The aborigines are extremely tired after a busy day, because they are now burdened with the work of two people in the past.

But in order to get out of the grassland alive, in order to get that rich reward after returning to civilized society. Both the aboriginal adventurers and the caravan members gritted their teeth and persevered. In this case, the caravan was not at all worried that the adventurer in front of him would make a murderous move.

In fact, most of the rare incidents of caravans being robbed by adventurers have occurred in the civilized world. On the contrary, in this vast wilderness, which is regarded as a desert of civilization, there have never been similar rumors. After all, the adventurer guards after the theft. Always sell the goods that have been stolen.

In a civilized society, both the black market and the cheap petty merchants are suitable channels for selling stolen goods. But on the prairie. Adventurers from the interior are left with the same goals as the caravan. What's more, with their own strength damaged, it's impossible to say whether those tribes will trade normally with you guys who have just guarded and stolen themselves. After all, for them, they can actually earn more by eating black, and it will not leave any hidden dangers.

Combined with the current situation, if there is any change in the adventurer. In this environment, which is likely to be the eye of the horse thief, even if they succeed, it will be difficult for them to get out of the savannah alive. Under the threat of a strong enemy outside, those aboriginal adventurers will suppress that thought even if they have that kind of mind, they will die to suppress that thought in order to survive.

As time went on, the caravan got closer and closer to Brandenburg. The caravans, having abandoned trade, chose the shortest route. This made it take more than a month to travel and more than 20 days left when I returned. At the same time relying on Clematis. Bot recovered daily with healing spells, and more and more of the wounded in the caravan returned to their posts.

The reduction in the intensity of work has finally come as a relief to the indigenous people. But when everything was just beginning to develop towards the good square, the horse thieves who had thought they had died down finally couldn't resist reaching out again.

The caravan without perimeter security could only rely on the visual observation of the guards on the caravan. When the alarm bell rang, Barrett, who had been scouting his way ahead, found that he could not reach the caravan before the horse thief. He raised his whip in a rare way and whipped it hard, and the mount under his crotch took bigger steps in pain.

Barrett's bangs were blown against his forehead in the wind, and his hand pulled a heavy javelin from the saddle that he hadn't used in a while. With his arm slightly tilted back, Barrett placed the javelin diagonally on the palm of his hand, and with his thumb and middle finger on the barrel of the gun, he began to find the most dense position of the enemy.

"These guys finally can't take it anymore." As he said this, Barrett began to rotate his shoulders in the direction of the throw under the traction of his hips. While the shoulder axis turns in the direction of the throw. The power gathered from the waist begins to be transmitted upwards. This force travels through the spine, shoulders and arms. While sending it forward as far as possible on the chest. And drive the forearm forward to do an explosive "whipping" action.

At this moment, Barrett applied the strength of his whole body to the longitudinal axis of the javelin through his arms and fingers. And at the moment when the javelin left his hand. With a sharp twist of his wrists and fingers, the javelin began to rotate clockwise along its longitudinal axis. Immediately after that, I heard only a "whoosh", and the spear that had left his hand turned into a black rainbow light and rushed out. The dagger-like head was sharp and sharp, shimmering with the calmness and coldness of metal.

Eventually, the javelin was inserted into the distant ground before everyone could react. The barrel of the gun that exposed the earth swayed and trembled, making a buzzing and vibrating sound. If you observe it from the air, in the crowd of horse thieves, which is not dense, there is a red ravine as if it has been "cultivated" by an iron plow. It was as if it had been swept away by a large dinosaur with its own claws. It's really bloodstained.

Any horse thieves who tried to stop them within this range were carried to the ground in a scream. Some of them were shot in the head, and the blood mist exploded; Some were cut off at the waist and separated from the top and bottom, and some were only gently rubbed, and a large piece of flesh and blood was also taken down from their bodies - it can really be said that it is a "miserable" word.

The terrifying result in front of him was a timely tranquilizer for the caravan members. Many of the aboriginal adventurers cheered. Barrett, who had done this amazing move, shook his somewhat overexerted arm. Then he grabbed the scimitar and cut from the side of the caravan into the crowd of horse thieves - before the galloping dust of the horse had cleared, Barrett's scimitar dissipated it with the arc of the way.

"Mage! Don't let me bother, that little fireball doesn't pose much of a threat to me. Barrett, who had entered the enemy camp, roared in the wind. The effects of his spell resistance and flashspell gave Barrett the courage to say it.

"Bang!" A loud bang was Rielly's response to Barrett. Barrett, who had led his men and horses into the group of horse thieves, was already at the height of the enemy. Choosing this place to attack is indeed the most suitable for killing enemies. A wail came from the churning flames, and Barrett, who let the tongue of fire linger beside him, brandished a scimitar and slashed a horse thief who had subconsciously covered his face to the ground.

Although Barrett at this moment is like a demon in flames in the eyes of some people. But this time, the horse thief who came to attack had already received news about Barrett from his predecessors. They can be said to have been prepared for this for a long time. The horse thieves in the rear flicked their arms and threw the tripwires in the direction of Barrett's action.

Although they don't have much confidence to play a head-to-head showdown with Barrett. But for horses. But it's the old business of these steppe people. Under this series of targeted attacks, Barrett had no way to protect his mount with the short scimitar.

In a roar, the horse that had been bought for money stumbled, and Barrett was thrown out. The attackers immediately seized the opportunity and charged Barrett, who had barely stood still, on their mounts. The impact shook Barrett's internal organs as if they were displaced. The mouth of the throat is filled with a salty smell, and blood can be spit out in the throat at any time.

However, at this moment, he had to force the blood in his throat to suppress it, and he made a light appearance and smiled at the attacker in front of him. Because the tonsils know that the battle is far from over, and if they show weakness, they risk turning into a snow leopard caught in the wolf pack - to be eaten clean.

Resisting the discomfort, Barrett pulled out the broken peak on his back and launched a counterattack on the cavalry in front of him in a posture of foot combat. He is like a rock in front of him, which is conducive to the chaos of the army. The Mo knife in his hand was like the scythe of death. With each dance, there is a clear, poignant straight light. The horizontal and vertical sword lights were intertwined, and the snow-bright light was like a dividing line between life and death in front of Barrett's body.

The flesh and blood of the horse thieves, along with the sturdy horses, were cut in two in front of this sharp blade. Then the body swept away, as if it had been taken aside like garbage. The gushing blood gushed out in mid-air with arcs, like a blooming bewitching rose.

The swiftness of his movements can be said to be a huge contrast to his size. I saw that they exerted their strength under their feet, and their bodies changed suddenly between the changes in their pace. The blades danced in the air, staggered in an instant. Many of them did not make sufficient responses, and they broke their weapons in two, and their entire lives lost their luster.

The second round of fireballs finally came at this time, and the flames accompanied a large group of horse thieves rolling on the ground. From time to time, arrows from the convoy fell on the wounded, and the fighting horse thieves in the tent did not take advantage of it. In the face of the threat of death, both the player and the aborigines are all overperforming.

This time, the horse thieves were only the first small group to hold back, and their morale immediately collapsed after suffering casualties in a short period of time. As they receded, Barrett finally didn't have to suppress his physiological reactions. After slamming his chest with his hand, he vomited all the blood in his body.

The caravan that had repelled the enemy immediately began to count the losses this time, and although the situation was much better than the last time, it was no less worrying. Five more aboriginal adventurers were left on the steppe forever, and the caravan also had two dead.

What's more, two of the caravans were badly damaged in the attack. There was a serious debate among the caravan over whether or not to abandon the two wagons of goods. However, in the end, in order not to show weakness in front of the horse thief, he passed through Rielly and Claymatis. After Both's spell was repaired, the two wagons eventually followed.

Thankfully, this raid seems to be the last attack of the horse thieves. After discovering that even if they ate the current caravan, they still had to pay a lot of price, and they finally gave up the tasteless chicken ribs in front of them. After a long journey, the flag of Brandenburg finally appeared in everyone's sight. (To be continued......)

PS: Modify the wording. Thanks to the "Harvest of Death" and "Crimson Sword Emperor" for their monthly votes.