September 26, dawn.

The convoy of the "Git Comptoir" slowly drove out of the Cobb Forest, the four carriages still maintained their original formation, and the undead dressed as mercenaries and subordinates looked at the walls of Hollier City like creeping beasts in the distance, and their originally relaxed expressions gradually became serious.

Derby's bare head stood out in the dim light, and he was constantly receiving information from the pathfinders as he ran back and forth, and although he was humble in front of Magda, it didn't mean that Derby was a simple dog. In fact, if Magda hadn't been involved in the mission at Ansadine's request, the powerful Assassin would have had enough power to carry out the assassination of Angmar.

But now that Magda is three or four levels above him, Derby is glad that his mission is the least risky in decades.

"Lord Derby, Hollier City has just lifted its curfew at the moment, but only the West Gate is open, and I inquired about it, and it has been like this for the last three days, the same as previously confirmed."

"I know it."

Magda sat in the trunk of the car with her eyes closed, not surprised by the news. Derby was relieved when he was confirmed, and he waved his hand to his men on his horse, and said very crisply: "Go directly to the West City Gate."

"Yes, sir."

The procession turned, and after a few more minutes of marching, the noise of the carriage echoed slightly as it approached the tall walls. Derby rode his horse and looked out – three lazy soldiers were standing guard in front of the open gate, torches for lighting on the walls, as if they were about to be extinguished because they had been burning for so long. There was a peculiar smell of horse manure wafting from the post station near the city gate, and the peasants who were hurrying to the market from the nearby villages were passing through the city gates, and occasionally a few of the soldiers thought they were raw, so they were noisily dragged to pay a few copper coins of taxes before they were allowed to pass...

Everything in front of him was no different from what he had imagined, and with Derby's keen observation, he didn't notice anything unusual to be wary of.

"Lord Magda..."

"You don't need to ask me about this kind of thing, it's just a little thing, just go to the city early and finish it early."

A cold, emotionless voice came from inside the carriage, and although there was no tone to be heard, the faint sense of rebuke still made Derby a little nervous - thinking that he wanted to finish the task as soon as possible, he quickly made the team speed up slightly.

"Where did you come from? Is it a caravan? ”

As the large group approached the gates, they immediately caught the attention of one of the soldiers at the gate, who reassured Derby even more by shouting - he replied in a characteristic accent of the northwest of the kingdom, "We are 'Git Comptoir,'"

"The caravan stops, don't crowd in all at once, is there a letter of introduction from the Chamber of Commerce?"

The soldiers who walked over were vain, and they were all third-rate ruffians with mixed salaries, but Derby knew that this person was the most difficult, so he quickly turned over and dismounted, and politely took out three silver coins, and handed them to the other party without a trace.

The soldier was worried, his eyes that were originally a little greedy suddenly lit up, nodded, patted Derby's shoulder and said, "The letter is no problem, I will let you go immediately, but in the past three days, the Duke has ordered a strict investigation, you know..."

"I know, I know..."

Derby stuffed three more silver coins over, and the other party immediately made a "you are very good" expression with a smile, then turned around and shouted at the city gate: "Hey, hey, let this team go and chase the unsightly ones on the road."

"Thank you for taking care of me"

Thanking him politely, Derby was about to let the team in, but when he turned his head, he saw the soldier looking towards the carriage, and quickly explained: "That's the vice president of our chamber of commerce... He's got a bit of a weird temper, and I've been scolded a lot along the way, you see..."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just curious."

Waving his hand, the soldier pointed to the inside of the city gate as he walked and said, "By the way, the lord has a medal ceremony today, the army has imposed martial law on some streets, and there are roads that cannot be walked, I will go to the front to show your people the way, and save trouble when the time comes——"

"Thank you very much."

Mocking politeness, Derby thinks that these humans are really greedy - a few silver coins will be smashed back and forth like two people... If you throw a few hundred gold coins yourself, will this guy be able to sell his life?

The jumbled ideas made him laugh out loud, but the soldier who had already walked to lead the way would not notice his contemptuous chuckle, and Derby looked up at the tall walls and calm streets, and couldn't help but think of the consequences of the duke's assassination...

It is estimated that there will be chaos in the city for a few days immediately, those weak humans are really fragile.

The marching team did not show any abnormality from beginning to end, and the mercenaries, who had been silent, were now making a relaxed and laughing appearance, and after slowly passing through the city gate, the whole team turned into a slightly narrow street led by the soldier.

Derby looked around, for it was only dawn, and there were very few people on the road, and because of the drive of the soldiers just now, the caravan was almost completely empty, the windows and doors of the houses on both sides were tightly closed, and only the guy leading the way in front of him and his two other companions, whom he called "Sodrore" and "Ruger", were in sight.

With Derby's keen hearing, he vaguely heard a lot of horses' hooves and footsteps in the distance, but the guy in front also said that it was just the duke's preparation for the award ceremony, and it had nothing to do with his own side at all...

Derby, who was led into a misunderstanding by inertial thinking, would never have imagined that everything was just an illusion created by the soldier in front of him.

Roddy looked back at the group following him, and the names on the heads of the guys were orange-red, and the leader was even more bright red - so from the first moment they appeared, Roddy was almost certain that these guys were the expected undead assassins

When unprepared, it is difficult for humans to find undead in disguise like Mel, but if you really look for it with suspicion, this disguise is actually not without traces - Roddy, who has a "keen environment" combat posture, has confirmed it through a few minutes of monitoring... All the people in front of me didn't breathe at all.

Roughly counting the rank and number of these people, Luo Di chatted with the mercenaries in front of him with a smile on his face, but his feet kept leading them into the prepared road, his eyes swept over Sodrol and Ruger, whose faces were slightly grim in the distance, he quietly made the gesture of "identity confirmation", and then stopped and said: "Everyone, just keep walking, and I'll lead the way here." ”

"Thank you very much"

Derby greeted Roddy with a smile, and then continued with the group, which swaggered past the group, and then trotted into the distance and shouted, "Go back and go back, see if there is any tax evasion, and the Duke must not neglect the order"

This sounded like a natural sentence to others, but after hearing this, Sodrore, who was a hundred meters away, immediately picked up the bow and arrow placed beside him, and shot it into the sky with a ringing arrow

A shrill whistle immediately resounded through the deserted streets, causing Derby and the caravan to turn their heads around.

"What the hell is going on..."

Derby, who was on the horse, didn't realize what this meant, but in the next moment, the sudden undisguised footsteps made him suddenly notice that something was wrong - and at this moment, the mercenary at the front of the team looked at the road behind a turn, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Your Excellency is in front of... Dead end"

"What did you say?"

Derby suddenly pulled the reins, and then heard a small muffled sound in the distance, turned his head, but saw that the west gate was... It's closed

"Not good"

He immediately yelled, rolled over and jumped off the horse. At the same moment, the doors and windows that had been closed around suddenly opened, and at least fifty short bows and arrows were aimed at his team.

"Put"

"Damn—"

He had barely had time to turn over and jump off his horse when he heard a large number of arrows whistling in his ears, and the sounds of flesh, wooden carriages, and stone pavements being struck by metal arrows suddenly rang out

Although all the members were undead who could ignore the pain of injury, the arrows equipped with aggravated armor-piercing arrows still caused them great trauma, and even caused seven or eight people to fall to the ground and not be able to get up from the arrows...

This was only the first wave of arrows, the second and third waves followed almost a second apart, and it was clear that there were at least two rotational members of these archers - in just four seconds, the caravan of thirty or so men was dumped with more than two hundred arrows, and the whole team was drowning in this terrible rain of arrows

Most of the undead who hurriedly drew their swords to fight back were shot directly into the shape of hedgehogs, because of the terrain restrictions, most of them didn't even have a place to hide, and could only watch as arrows shot from all directions pierced their bodies...

The strength of these undead is not weak, except for the derby, the strength of every remaining undead is above the basic level L6, and there are four of them who have the level of advanced career level 6, if they are placed in the past, they are all strong characters that ordinary soldiers can not resist - but the war is not a one-on-one heads-up, Roddy did not intend to talk about any "morality" from the beginning, at this time, it is completely directly using the tactics of the sea of people to block the other party directly here

Derby, who was hiding between the horses and the carriage, immediately understood that he was being calculated, and he wanted to scold and resist, but under the suppression of such firepower, even he could not resist hard - but just as the rain of arrows was gradually weakening, he still shouted: "Get out of here"

As soon as the words fell, his body suddenly jumped to the side, and the rest of the undead immediately moved with him - this time he could immediately see the difference between the undead and humans, and a large number of undead who had not been shot stood up with arrows all over their bodies, and then broke through to the outside of the alley with hulala