Two days later, the Caravan of Doro had reached the Clark Valley, less than a day's journey from Fort Ford. Although this deep valley may be called a river valley, it is just a huge gorge washed out by the ancient Great Flood, and there is no river left today.

And when the Doro caravan came to the front of the Clark Valley, Catherine and Lingenberg were already waiting there. Behind the two of them, hundreds of wolf cavalry stood in a neat formation, and at the same time, the entrance to the river valley was tightly sealed.

"It's Sister Katya and Uncle Lingenberg." Seeing the figure of the werewolf and the middle-aged adjutant, far away, Margaret laughed heartily, but immediately glanced at the mage in the carriage beside her, and then stopped talking.

"I didn't expect it to be her." At this time, Moriarty couldn't help but sigh secretly.

I really don't meet in my life, I didn't expect that after many years of absence, I would meet the female wolf human scepter shaman who had chased and killed her in the Ford Night Market. And it was precisely because he was wounded in that battle that his follower White finally lost an arm. Now it seems that White's hidden hostility towards Margaret is indeed not unreasonable. Although the two sisters were very different in appearance and temperament, it is likely that the warrior's intuition still found some essential similarities and similarities.

"You go over, I won't get out of the car." In such a situation, Moriarty really did not want to face the ruthless Scepter Shaman directly, so he nodded at Margaret through the car window, and at the same time looked at White on the other side.

"You just let me go?" The werewolf sat on the throne of the wolf, looking sideways at the mage, her eyes shining with a strange color.

"Or are you going to follow me to Erathia? If that's the case, I'm afraid we're going to be left here. ”

"Are you really not going to ask for my ransom?" Margaret snorted, feeling that she couldn't see what the mage in front of her was thinking.

"Let's owe it first. If you have the opportunity to meet again, just make up the interest and give it to me. Moriarty smiled.

"Hmph, I'm not used to owing someone else."

There seemed to be some dissatisfaction with Moriarty's understatement, and even Margaret herself didn't quite understand why the bland goodbye in front of her made her feel disappointed and even slightly angry. I saw the female werewolf tear off a falling object from her front and throw it into the mage's carriage with a "swish".

"Take it. If you are hunted down again in the wilderness in the future, you can find me... Call us Wolfgang for help. ”

Moriarty stretched out his hand to take it, but found that it was a pale golden wolf tooth, the size of a thumb, the tentacle was slightly cool, and there were slight scratches on the surface of the wolf tooth.

"Thank you." Seeing Margaret's somewhat angry expression, Moriarty put away the wolf teeth in the other party's slightly angry gaze, and then took out a serrated dagger with a jet-black blade, and handed it out the window: "My parting gift." ”

"What is this?" The female werewolf looked at the dagger, took it in surprise, and then directly stretched out her fingertips and clicked on the dagger's unbridled tip, and immediately a little red blood beads flowed out from the wound that had been broken lightly, and then quickly slid down the blade of the dagger and fell to the ground.

"Magic weapons!?" Margaret couldn't help but let out a low snort, which showed that she was also a knowledgeable person.

"A military dagger with a 'piercing' effect should be enough to deal with ordinary leather armor or chain mail. It's just that because of the craftsmanship, after about ten uses, the magic effect will be exhausted, and then it will turn back into a normal knife. Still, I hope you enjoy it. Moriarty briefly introduced the characteristics of the "one-star piercing dagger" produced by his studio.

"Yes, I'll make good use of it, thank you." As if she was genuinely happy to receive a magic weapon, the werewolf immediately held it in the palm of her hand. Then, he took the scabbard that the mage had given him, inserted it, and put it in his bosom. …,

"Goodbye, then, Margaret." Finally, Moriarty waved his hand and closed his eyes.

"Well, goodbye."

Nodding to the human who had taken her "first defeat", Margaret took a deep breath and drove the wolf out of Doro's line and towards the Wolfgang army in front of her. It wasn't until she came to Catherine's side that Margaret and her sister embraced her for a moment before she silently stopped beside the Scepter Shaman.

At the same time, Clausewitz led the squadron of Longinus to slowly follow. It was only as he passed the mage's carriage that the old werewolf nodded imperceptibly, and then reverted to his usual silent expression. It was as if he was ready for another battle to come, one that was only about the old werewolf's own life.

Seeing the safe return of the captured Longinus, Catherine couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

On the other side, two werewolf warriors brought out a long wooden box and handed it to the Doro caravan, which naturally contained red crystals as ransom. As a seasoned businessman, Franklin quickly checked the quality of the crystals in the box, and the results were satisfactory.

At this point, both people and goods are cleared.

Catherine, who had been warned by the duke's father in advance, had no intention of taking revenge immediately, but secretly wrote down the name of Doro's caravan, looked deeply at the mage's caravan, and then galloped away with Lingenberg with a large number of wolf horses in the northwest direction.

"These beasts are finally gone!"

Seeing Wolfgang move away quickly, everyone in the Doro caravan, including the steward and the two mid-rank knights, exhaled fiercely. It's as if a mountain that weighs on everyone's chest has been moved all at once, and people can't wait to shout and jump in comfort.

"What's the noise!? Hurry up and get back on the road, yell and scream until you get back to Fort Ford. But soon, a cautious Franklin shouted to the cheering crowd.

Then the wheels of the caravan rolled again, and then at full speed they crossed the Clark Valley, toward Fort Ford, which was already ahead.

"Did you really want to do it just now?" Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Moriarty turned his head and asked his followers who were riding his horse.

"Yes." White's voice buzzed from inside the mostly enclosed helmet, but with an unforgettable oppression. Of course, it is extremely difficult for anyone to restrain the desire for revenge when they suddenly encounter a life-and-death feud with whom they have a broken arm, and they must endure the pain of their heart.

"How sure are you that you'll be able to take out the Scepter Shaman and that follower of hers if you pair it with a lion's roar and a burst arrow?" Moriarty continued.

"Fifty percent." Not making a move doesn't mean that he is not ready to make a move, at least in White's mind, he has simulated the scene of the armor-piercing burst arrow triggering the string countless times.

"Fifty percent... It's well worth a try. Moriarty withdrew his gaze, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly: "I'm sorry for losing your chance for revenge." ”

"Nothing, I'll meet it later." White shook his head slightly, his voice as hard as iron.

In order to rush back to Fort Ford as soon as possible, the entire caravan marched through the night and finally arrived at the southwest gate of the human kingdom in the morning of the next day.

When Doro's last wagon entered the castle after being quickly checked by the guards and cleared customs, everyone in the caravan suddenly felt dizzy as if they were in a different world. It seems that the more than 20 difficult days and nights that I just experienced without knowing life and death were too long a nightmare, and now I am finally looking forward to the moment of waking up from the dream. There were even a few members who fell directly to their knees and wept loudly, causing other caravans and gate guards to stop and watch. However, Franklin, who was also in a complicated mood, did not immediately step forward to stop his teammates from thanking him, but just stood aside and waited in silence for them to calm down. …,

Because of the caravan's heavy losses and a large number of casualties, the caravan steward was anxious to rush back to the chamber of commerce headquarters to report the situation and deal with all kinds of aftermath. Especially this time with the barbarian totem, for the sake of the future safety of the trade routes, the Dora Chamber of Commerce must try its best to come up with a proper strategy.

Moriarty, on the other hand, was to make a brief stop at Fort Ford before returning to Kent again.

So, after saying goodbye, Franklin left all the boxes of top-quality red crystals to Moriarty, and he continued to travel north with the remaining caravan.

"Where are we going now?" Seeing the back of the caravan gradually moving away, White let out a heavy breath and looked at Moriarty and asked.

"Let's find a hotel to rest first. After the evening, how about having dinner at Roland's Bar? Glancing at the sun that had only just risen overhead, Moriarty smiled.

"Not bad. But before I go to Roland, I want to have a glass of golden ale. White shook his head and laughed.

"Good idea."

Immediately, Moriarty put the wooden box containing the red crystal into his space pocket, and then walked with White towards the commercial area inside the fortress.

Looking for a medium-grade hostel, Moriarty directly asked for a suite, and ordered hot water and lunch service. After accepting a deposit of one gold coin, the innkeeper immediately led the two to what was said to be their best VIP suite. As for some of the small belly discussions about White, who was holding the shield in his mind, they also flew away in front of Huang Chengcheng's gold coins and turned into gray smoke.

After a hearty hot bath and a comfortable first meal in three weeks, Moriarty and White lay down in their big beds and rested. Soon, there was a loud and unusual snoring from White's side. The snoring was so intense that it gave the illusion that there was so much fatigue and hard work accumulated in it that it was almost overflowing.

And in the midst of such accompaniment, Moriarty also slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully

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