The late autumn wind was so dry and cold.

Endlessly scouring the barren and cracked surface, plants such as dwarf sea buckthorn shrubs can absorb only a small amount of water.

However, the long-overdue rain clouds have arrived.

Thick clouds covered the sky from behind the peaks, creeping low like beasts on the towering Forbidden Spirit Mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles.

When people look around, they can only see a gloomy color between heaven and earth.

On the mountain trail below.

Giles's small caravan climbed up and down the gravel road.

Since entering the mountains twelve days ago, most of the wheels of the 28 ox carts have been trimmed once or twice.

Rugged and uneven mountain roads.

The irregular stones not only destroyed the sturdy wheels and axles wrapped in the iron sheets, but also continued to demoralize the team.

The caravan guys began to become dull and irritable.

Because when they speak, the wind will carry sand and gravel into their mouths.

And not only did they have to be careful of the rocks on their heads, but they were also pushed by the mountain winds from time to time, and the stones that rolled down quickly.

I often have to work hard to clear the obstacles such as boulders and broken branches that are on the road and obstruct the movement.

Giles was riding sideways on a bantam horse, his hands on the saddle buckle, and his neck stretched back and forth.

This bantam is about the size of a donkey.

This kind of horse can't run fast at all, but fortunately, the endurance is not bad.

The short legs and feet also make it difficult to bump up and down when walking.

Riders know that running on horseback for a long time really affects the waist and hips, so this kind of horse is most suitable for traveling merchants or travelers who travel long distances!

Look at its yellow-brown hair, blown by the wind, shaking with its muscles.

The horse's face squinted at the road like a human to avoid the fierce mountain wind and sand and stones hitting its face, and Giles, who was riding on it like an Arab black robe, looked like a desert version of Mr. Dongguo.

Giles's caravan was too small, so he didn't spend the money to hire professional mercenaries and guards to accompany him.

He gave each of his twenty men one or two rudimentary weapons, although most of them were half-worn swords, shields, spears, etc., but they could also give them courage when walking in the wilderness.

Of course, this kind of force will not play much role at all except for dispersing some small groups of wild apes, poisonous snakes, beasts, and giant insects.

Now he could only leave the flat road with his team, and carefully advance on this deserted mountain road, no different from a group of wandering camel caravans.

They had to stay away from the plain roads and caravans that connected the towns directly.

Because it was full of robbers of different sizes and ethnic identities.

From the terrifying Ancient-Ge giants who are four or five meters tall, to the small herds of wild apes, sheep men, and cannibal tribes, as well as mid-level wizards and servants who can use a variety of spells, necromancer archmages who specialize in manipulating corpses, and those territorial tax collectors who are dressed in authentic manners and have a level set up by soldiers.

One by one, they waited between the mountains and forests, choosing the right target to start.

Don't think that there are many people on the road and it is safe, the more roads in this world, the stronger and more ruthless the people who dare to rob.

The barbarian tribes like to loot what they need, and the officials only need money, at most they pull out the skin.

There are also more ruthless alien bandits, who not only eat dead bodies and human flesh, but also do not spare their souls - either captured and slaughtered to sacrifice to the gods, or made into various necromantic servants.

And a small road like the one that is inaccessible is relatively safe.

At least as long as you are careful, it is still possible to be safe, even if you encounter a small group of bandits, there is a chance to resist or run away.

Giles and his men were still quite vigilant, and a few clever people scattered within a few tens of meters in front of and behind the caravan, constantly going to the top of the dirt slope boulder to look around to see if there was any movement of a large number of creatures.

Although he firmly believed that Pruto, the goddess of wealth, favored him, it would be a contempt for God to joke about all his possessions on the basis of this.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the back of the line.

The men who were pushing the wagon behind them looked behind them, bringing the convoy to a halt halfway up an uphill road.

Giles, who was in a hurry, suddenly rushed up with a false fire in his heart, and kicked and kicked the bantam horse the size of a donkey.

At the end of the line are wagons loaded with goods and water.

Passing through the carriages, he saw more than a dozen purchased slave goods, handcuffed and chained in long strings, huddled together and shrinking back, as if there had been some commotion.

And the front team is in the buddy that is opening the way.

There were a few men in brown kudzu clothes, who were pulling their sleeves and whipping back a few slaves who were trying to take advantage of the chaos to run into the woods by the roadside.

The other slaves who had been bought together huddled aside in fear, looking fearfully at the men who were being whipped in anger, and kept looking ahead.

Giles' brow furrowed even more.

The men were getting harder and harder to discipline, and a group of people only knew how to toss the poor slaves here, but none of them went to the front of the group to report the matter to themselves.

He exclaimed, "Damn it, what are you doing here, what the hell is going on?"

A man dressed in short-sleeved fur and dressed like a hunter hurriedly turned forward and replied flatteringly: "It's a report from a guy who just arrived to investigate, and found traces of a medium-sized campsite and campfire, as well as a few werewolf corpses that had been eaten. ”

This guy was originally the youngest son of a farmer who farmed for the lord.

This kid has not been very honest since he was a child, and likes to do some stealing and stealing chickens and dogs in the farm, and five months ago he was caught by the lord's guards and driven out of the territory for poaching game in captivity in the lord's forest, and almost became a beggar.

Later, he ran all the way to a nearby town and relied on his flexible "skills" to make a living.

As a result, because of "unruliness" and "crossing the line", he was almost caught and cut off ten fingers by the local gangsters who controlled underage beggars and child thieves.

Then he became frightened, saw an opportunity to crawl out of the town, and joined the caravan on the way.

Giles also sees that he has a smart energy, not only can make sycophants, but also is very agile.

That's why this kid and a few other guys are in charge of the slaves in the back.

I didn't expect it to be a few days, but after getting acquainted with other people, it was as oily as the old fritters, so he didn't work too hard.