Perhaps the speed of the wolf cavalry rushing forward was too fast, and it was also in response to the old werewolf's statement that humans were too greedy, and it was about a moment before noon that Margaret, who led dozens of wolf cavalry to kill the banks of the Sandos River, really caught the tail of the Doro caravan. Although the tail was so slippery, it slipped through the werewolf's fingers between the rubbing of her hands.

"Ah, it's dangerous!"

Standing on the aft deck, Franklin looked nervously at the wolf cavalry on the north bank of the river, which was only ten meters away from him, while wiping the goose feather sweat from his forehead. It was only a little short before the last shipload of goods and men where the steward was was about to be pinned by Wolfgang, who had arrived at the river. Fortunately, Grant was on guard outside, and as soon as he saw the strange smoke and dust on the distant horizon, he rushed back loudly to warn him, so he finally gave up a batch of goods and boarded the ferry early. Otherwise, it will really be too late to anchor.

"Mr. Franklin, it seems that 'Mayflower' has made a heavy bet, and even invited Wolfgang in addition to the savage totem." On the deck, Moriarty smiled as he looked at the many panting wolves on the other side of the surging river and the wolf cavalry riding on the frenzied roar.

"This little man, if he doesn't achieve his despicable goals, he won't give up lightly. I must report this matter to the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce, and I must fight back! Again and again, he was intercepted halfway by the thieves of the wasteland, and Franklin, who was usually very good-natured, finally couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth.

"However, for now, we still have to deal with these wolf cavalry on the opposite side first." Moriarty's eyes slowly moved along the north shore, finally fixed on Margaret, dressed in red armor, and the old werewolf beside her.

In the face of the mage's gaze, the werewolf danced the golden scimitar in her hand defiantly, revealing a pair of cute little fangs and smiling fiercely at Moriarty. As for the old werewolf, he kept staring at the two silver stars on the Moriarty mage's robes, staring intently.

"You're saying that these werewolves will chase after the river?" Hearing Moriarty's words, Franklin was taken aback and exclaimed, "Santos is a boundary river!" If these werewolves dare to invade the territory of Bracada and commit murder, aren't they afraid that the mages of the Federation will seek revenge on them? ”

"Naturally, you don't have to be afraid, you just need to kill us all by the river. Anyway, the dead don't go to the federal appeal. ”

As if to confirm Moriarty's words, the werewolf on the riverbank gave the order, and five wolves rode out of the group and began to look for a shoal to wade along the embankment on the north bank.

"Mr. Captain, in your experience, where is the shallowest point of the Sandos in this section? If you only rely on swimming to force the crossing, is it possible to cross the river? Ignoring Franklin, who looked at the five pathfinder wolves with a look of surprise on his face, Moriarty walked over to the captain in the cockpit and asked in a deep voice.

"It's the rainy season, the tide level of the Sandos River is high, and nothing is shallow. If it is said that to swim across the surface of the river for tens of meters, it is almost impossible for ordinary people. The river is too icy and too fast, and it only takes a few waves to know where it will go. But if you want to talk about those orcs, it's hard to say. You know, beasts are terrible creatures. The captain, an old sailor with gray hair, replied at once, and it was evident that he had no affection for the robbers of Crolod.

"Thank you." Moriarty nodded, and walked back to the steward: "Mr. Franklin, we must make a decision on the next course of action. ”

"What's next?" Franklin didn't react a little, turned his head to look at Moriarty and asked.

"Yes." Moriarty glanced at the north bank, and then said sternly: "Since these wolf cavalry have made a tentative move to cross the river, they should not give up halfway. You've probably heard of Wolfgang known for his tenacity and perseverance. ”…,

"Yes, I know the terrible ways of these werewolves." Franklin nodded without thinking.

"So, when we get to the South Bank, we should have no more than an hour to spare. My guess is that if the wolf cavalry can't find a shoal route that can easily cross the river within an hour, they will make a forced crossing. Even if you have to deal with the icy waters of the Sandos River and the threat of drowning. Moriarty said quickly: "So, now we have two options in front of us. ”

"Which two?"

"One, take advantage of the time to go ashore first, abandon all the goods, and try your best to escape in the direction of Blue Crystal City. While I don't think a caravan can compete with the wolf cavalry in terms of endurance or marching speed, I can at least find a mountain peak or icefield high ground and wait for other caravans to come to the rescue. ”

"And what about the second one?" After listening to the first choice, Franklin thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Obviously, he also knew that a small advantage of starting early would not escape the pursuit of the wolf cavalry, after all, the famous "Dresden massacre" had unmistakably shown the world how stupid it was to "hide and seek" with Wolfgang. In addition, it takes a considerable element of luck to find a suitable hill or ice peak with difficult terrain. In the current situation, Franklin did not dare to bet on it.

"The second is that we stay on the south bank of Sandos to confront the wolf cavalry. If they dare to force their way across, we will stop them on the shore and use the rapids of the river to destroy them. Moriarty lifted the short sword at his waist and said in a deep voice.

"In that case, the risk is not small. For if the wolf riders saw that we were holding on to the shore, they would probably divide their forces and attack from both sides. At present, we do not have enough troops, and it is difficult for us to deal with multiple groups of enemies at the same time. Moreover, I am also worried that these wolf riders will stalemate with us until the night, and then take advantage of their night raids to force their way and raid us. At that point, I'm afraid the caravan will have to wait to be slaughtered by the enemy. At this time, Grant on the side spoke, obviously not supporting the second option proposed by Moriarty.

"Yes, the qiē you mentioned is entirely possible." Moriarty glanced at the knight, suddenly smiled, and nodded: "So on the basis of the second option, I have some additional ideas for everyone's reference......"

While Moriarty, Franklin, Grant and others were in the ferry, discussing the caravan's next move, Margaret was waiting impatiently for the return of the five wolf cavalry on the north shore. About half an hour later, the final result was presented to the werewolf.

"Oh? You say that there are no shallows suitable for crossing the river along the entire riverbank? Margaret looked at the five hair-soaked subordinates in front of her, and couldn't help but gently snort at her shivering subordinates, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's all been explored, and the water level is deep everywhere." One of the wolf cavalry sentry commanders in the lead replied loudly.

Hearing this, the female werewolf's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment, and she habitually turned her head to look at the old werewolf.

"What about your ambition just now?" Seeing the female werewolf's gaze for help, the old werewolf asked in a cold tone, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his lips.

"Old Crow, you!" As if reading the undisguised contempt in the old werewolf's eyes, and at the same time feeling ashamed of her momentary weakness, Margaret immediately became furious, and immediately turned to the wolves and roared: "I order, all the squadron of Longinus, to force the Santos River with me!" ”

"Yes!"

Although Wolfgang is nominally a group of thieves, it is military law inside. Immediately, the lord gave the order, and the wolf cavalry did not hesitate, roaring angrily and driving the wolf towards the icy waters of the Sandos River, aiming directly at the Rhodo caravan that had reached the opposite bank. And at the front of the force, there is Margaret, who is angry and determined to move forward. The old werewolf changed his usual attitude of slowly following, clinging to Margaret's left and right, walking side by side. …,

However, at this moment, the Sandos River is indeed windy and turbulent, and not long after dozens of wolf cavalry and wolves entered the river section, they were overturned by the surging waves and swayed from side to side, and it was difficult to control the direction. And there is; The two unlucky wolf cavalrymen were even swept into the hidden underwater whirlpool, and they disappeared without a trace before they even had time to turn over a string of blisters. But even so, most of the wolf riders gritted their teeth and followed Margaret's back, swimming desperately towards the south bank.

Seeing that a large number of wolf horsemen were trying their best to attack in their own direction, the Doro caravan on the south bank seemed to be suppressed by Wolfgang's indomitable turbulent momentum, and all the caravans kept shouting and running in place one by one in a panic.

As for the ferry, it left the dock early, far away from the route of the wolves, and quickly avoided the lower reaches of the Sandos River.

After another moment, seeing that Wolfgang's wolf rider was gradually approaching the middle of the river, the leading steward Franklin, seeing that he could not linger any longer, had to order his men to hastily set fire to several wagons parked on the shore, while he and the others jumped on the mules and horses and hurried away in the direction of Blue Crystal City.

Looking at the black smoke on the south bank due to the burning of goods and the human figures that had galloped away, Margaret, who was still in the water, smiled fiercely: "Run, run!" See how I catch and kill you poor prey one by one when I come ashore! ”

And beside the female werewolf, the old werewolf looked at the smoke and dust with suspicious eyes, as if he was a little hesitant, but he left a little clarity. But in the end, he continued to swim forward with Margaret without saying a word.

In a few minutes, the werewolf and her wolf were approaching the shore. Although the icy rapids had consumed her body and energy, Margaret believed that as long as she could successfully land and rest for a while, she and her wolf cavalry would quickly recover, and then chase after it in one go. And it was only a matter of time before the fleeing humans were captured.

However, just as the steep embankment was only ten meters away from him, suddenly, a shining magic arrow flew out from the billowing smoke on the shore, and in an instant, it shot at a wolf riding on ice not far behind Margaret.

Immediately, the blood flowed out of the wolf's body, and then the white river surface was dyed with a bright red halo. But after struggling and shaking, the wounded wolf could no longer hold on, and the wolf cavalry on his back was swept down by the torrent of the river, and soon disappeared

Thanks to the three book friends of "Tianye Pig Head", "Yakult is Really Delicious", and "Leng Yan" for their rewards.

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