readx; The military conflict on the Plains of Iron Hoof has intensified, with more than 10,000 people fighting each other, and although the two kingdoms do not recognize this, it is considered a skirmish in the eyes of some of the smaller nations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before the official edict of the Titan Holy See, North Sunderland and Lourenço were no longer limited to military conflicts, and began to attack each other from all sides, such as business and politics.

There is more and more investment on both sides, and this dispute seems to be far from ending.

In other places outside the battlefield, even if they are not directly affected by the flames of war, they are inevitably indirectly affected, just like throwing a large stone into a calm lake, and the ripples that spread out in a circle will turn the mirror-like water surface into turmoil.

The most obvious sense of this change is probably the caravans that have not yet left the area between the two warring countries, and the bandits who have been begging for a living on the Iron Hoof Plains all year round.

The Crusaders, who were originally in charge of policing the Lorenzo border, were also mired in fighting, so there were no more troops to keep the peace on the border.

After many days of temptation, the bandit group finally discovered that the good days that belonged to them had finally come, and almost any robber leader with brains would not let go of such a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Of course, the bandits will not be able to find their own death and enter the area where the army is fighting, but there are many remote towns and villages along the long border, and these villages that have not had time to evacuate are delicious snacks for the bandits, and they only need to deal with the weak chicken-like garrison without worrying about being severely attacked by the Crusaders.

In addition, when most of the caravans decided to take a detour to Sand Shield City, robbery has recently become more frequent in the Gray Mountains.

The most intuitive feeling about this is Erwin and Susan, as well as Ian, who is going to Sand Shield City on the same road as the two.

The trio had already encountered several caravans being robbed along the long Buck's Antler Mountain Road.

The luckier ones were driven away by mercenaries and guards, while the unlucky ones were robbed of their goods and wagons, and either they were killed or there was nothing left, and a group of people walked to Sandshield City on two feet.

This situation made Ian indignant and helpless, and the Crusadblade Legion did not have the energy to spare some of its forces to maintain law and order, unless it was a large city with a city defense army like Sandshield City or Eugene Valley, to avoid being fished by bandits. And in other places, after a few double fights with bandits, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive this winter.

Of course, if they happened to catch up with a caravan being raided by bandits, Erwin and Susan would sometimes come to their aid, but this was rare.

However, the situation seen today made the three Elwin not know what to say.

In order to get shortcuts, they left the Buck's Antler Mountain Road and passed through the continuous mountains, although the road was difficult, but it only took half a day to walk the mountain road, which took more than a day to walk.

Just as the three of them were about to return to the mountain road, they came to a mountain top and happened to witness a battle of robbers ambushing the caravan in the mountain road with the same terrain as the canyon below.

Because of the distance, even if the three of them rushed down, the battle would almost be over, so they could only do nothing about it, and they planned to leave after watching it for a while.

And at this moment, the sharp-eyed Susan noticed that a person appeared under the canyon at some point.

This man was not from the caravan, but had come up from behind the mountain pass, and probably encountered this situation by accident, and unlike Erwin, who had single-handedly broken into the two sides of the war.

Then something surprising happened, this man in gray armor and a black cloak, with only an ordinary long sword in his hand, drove away nearly a hundred vicious robbers.

Of course, there were also caravan guards to help, but it was undeniable that this man was extremely powerful, like dropping an overweight chip on a slightly tilted scale.

Compared to Susan and Ian's amazement, Erwin had a somewhat familiar feeling of the scene that happened below, but this feeling came from the game. He remembered that there used to be a lot of idle high-level players who liked to do these things, go to the low-level areas to make a cameo appearance, and then enjoy the NPC's almost indistinguishable thanks from real people.

And the person who suddenly appeared below, Erwin felt that the strength of the other party was probably higher than his own, although he was now at the ninth level, but in the face of nearly a hundred robbers in the open terrain without obstacles, he couldn't behave so easily.

In other words, the following person is very likely to have stepped into the door of the ranks, a real master.

Because of this incident, Erwin and the three of them looked at the mountain for a while, and soon saw that the guy was not happy after beating the robbers away, and rode after him and cut the robbers to the ground with a sword.

"He saw us." Susan suddenly said this, and Erwin and Ian quickly focused on the man.

Neither of them had the same strong eyesight as Susan, but compared to Ian, who could only see a vague ant-like figure, Erwin could still see that the other party was indeed looking up this way, and then regardless of what the caravan people were shouting at him, probably thanks or invitations, he rode directly around the canyon and rushed towards the three of them.

At this moment, even Ian noticed that something was wrong, and shouted in a panic: "He won't treat us as robbers, right?" ”

"Who knows, maybe it's Ian, the way you probed his brain, made him feel uncomfortable." Erwin said to the militia very seriously.

"Well, is there one?" Ian quickly shrank his head, he did probe his brain just now to look very energetic.

"Let's go, ignore him."

Erwin didn't want to deal with an unknown master, which could well mean trouble, and the other party didn't look like they were coming with good intentions.

It's a pity that Erwin miscalculated, he thought that at such a long distance, the three of them should be able to easily get rid of the person who caught up below, who knew that the other party actually had a very good tracking ability, coupled with the speed of the bantam horse that Ian was riding, when the three of them returned to the mountain road around the rugged hillside, the other party really caught up.

Since you have been overtaken, there is no need to keep running, otherwise you will look very weak - what are you running without a problem?

However, when Erwin stopped to ask what the other party was chasing them for, the situation was once again unexpected for him.

This is a young man with a cold face, wearing a one-piece hood of cotton robe on his head, a complete set of gray armor on his body, handguards skirt armor and boots, a black cloak tied to his back, and the horse he is riding under his ass is actually the most precious blood-streaked war horse on the Black Eagle Grassland, no wonder he caught up so quickly.

This outfit made Erwin feel a little familiar, but he had just turned the horse's head, and the other party galloped wildly without any intention of slowing down, and almost in the blink of an eye, he sprinted in front of Erwin, and the long sword in his hand was still stained with the blood of the robbers and slashed straight at him.

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In the face of this fierce sword, Erwin suddenly fell backwards on the horse's back to avoid the sword light, and at the same time drew his iron sword with his backhand at great speed, and pulled the reins of the horse with his left hand.

The gray-armored youth missed, and the blood-streaked horses in his crotch staggered past Elwyn's black-maned horse.

The black-maned horse, who was being pulled hard by Erwin, immediately neighed and turned its head, biting the back of the opponent's blood-streaked warhorse's buttocks.

This sudden scene almost stunned Ian next to him, and Susan, who had already sensed that something was wrong, had already made all the preparations, and when the young man attacked Elwin, she had already shot two arrows at the same time, one aimed at the young man's back, and the other at the blood-streaked war horse under his crotch.

The young man had just passed past Erwyn, and at the two arrows that came in an instant, as if he had eyes on his back, he threw a sword light backwards at a faster speed from top to bottom, directly cutting off the two arrows shot by Susan.

The young man's blood-streaked war horse did not gallop at its highest speed, and Erwin controlled the black-maned horse to explode and accelerate in a short period of time, and he slashed down with a sword at his cloak that kept fluttering like a flag.

The sword light that had just cut off the two bows and arrows immediately turned around, and the young man also pulled the reins, and the blood-patterned war horse that was galloping suddenly stopped.

The two staggered again.

The sound of gold and iron was accompanied by the splash of sparks, and Erwin and the young man exchanged two swords in a short time.

The first sword aimed at the opponent's back, blocked by the sword light that he turned up, and the second sword Erwin decisively used the critical strike skill, a tilting slash towards the opponent, the young man avoided it slightly on horseback, and used only pure ** power to block Erwin's sword containing critical power.

The two swords seemed to be evenly matched, and Erwin used his skill to be blocked, but the 15% stun effect attached to the critical hit happened to be activated once at this time, making the young man's body shake slightly on the horse's back, obviously a little uncomfortable.

"This guy's strength is really great, at least in the middle of the Black Medal, which is equivalent to the tenth level of the player!"

Erwin said secretly in his heart, he took a slight breath of cold air, and the palm holding the iron sword was a little sour under the collision with the two swords of the young man.

Both of them stopped their galloping horses and looked at each other from a distance of nearly ten meters, wary of each other.

The young man suddenly twisted quickly on the horse's back, avoiding the arrow that Susan had quietly given him from behind, but he clearly underestimated Susan's archery skills, and even at the sound of the scream, the hood on his head was torn a large gap, and a small bleeding wound was made in his ear.

Erwin didn't take the opportunity to make a move, he felt that this guy should have some purpose, these attacks just now were more of a temptation than an attack.

Of course, not taking the opportunity to do it doesn't mean that Erwin won't be dissatisfied with this young man who started to do it as soon as he came up, and anyone who is attacked for no reason will have a lot of anger, so Erwin naturally burst into a foul mouth.

Ian finally recovered from the shock, and hurriedly drew his Paz longsword and rode around on a bantam.

However, the militia apparently failed to attract any attention from the young man, he only divided part of his attention to warn Susan from giving him another arrow, and then most of the rest of his attention was focused on Erwin, looking him up and down, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his grim countenance.

"That gentleman is right about you, you're strong, Mr. Elwin. However, swearing is not a good habit. ”