The sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the ground was like a thunderous drum, and it made a real roar.

With the help of that special horseshoe, the speed of the war horse was very fast, and in an instant, the thunder came from afar, and it was almost in the range of the flames.

It's too late.

Donald's face was ashen: the Caucasian cavalry's frontal assault would weigh the consequences even for the heavy infantry of Asgard, let alone such a patchwork caravan.

He gritted his teeth, and against the thunder, he rushed forward, his blade whistling out, meeting the swords of his enemies.

In an instant, life and death are separated.

But at that moment, the war horse under the crotch of the Caucasian horse bandit suddenly shook, and suddenly stood up in the gallop, neighing uneasily, and then, his legs were weak, his mouth was foaming, and he was twitching with fear.

The robber on horseback fell to the ground with his mount, broke his leg on the spot, and couldn't get up, looking at Donald with his sword raised, his eyes were desperate.

Donald hesitated, and instead of seizing the opportunity to cut off his head, he quickly pulled back and returned to the defensive camp.

It's weird!

It's weird!

He tensed all over, restrained the uneasiness and fear that had suddenly erupted in his heart for some unknown reason, and suddenly turned back to see the pale faces of his companions.

Suddenly, in the camp, the tethered horses neighed in pain and fell to the ground with spasms, as if they felt something terrible approaching, desperate to escape.

Or trample on each other......

The Caucasian bandits were already in disarray, and they were worse than in the camp.

In the darkness, only a chaotic roar was heard, followed by the forced tranquilizer of the horses in the confusion. Deprived of their minds and the ability to think, they are temporarily turned into puppets that can only react mechanically.

But that's not the end of it.

"Who?!"

It's pitch black. The sound of someone roaring stopped abruptly. Suddenly, there was a commotion, but then there was silence.

The voices of the bandits were gone, as if swallowed up by endless darkness.

And in the darkness, there was a pitch-black shadow slowly approaching.

One-step. Another step.

It's like stepping on everyone's heart, and every time it gets closer, the pain and panic in the heart are magnified more and more.

Eventually, the ethereal figure walked toward the camp with a black mist that resembled substance.

The black mist seemed to contain some beast from a nightmare, constantly revealing the hideous appearance of a scaly claw, sometimes like a beast, sometimes like a tsunami, sometimes evolving into the face of a dead man. Speak demagogic words.

Everyone who saw it froze and trembled like a demon.

And right at the front, Donald's blade slammed into a burst of heat, waking him up from his vertigo. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and aimed it at the man:

"Stop!"

In an instant. In the black mist, the figure stopped. His gaze swept over.

His eyes glowed green like a wolf, and there was an indescribable hunger and thirst. swept the face of the person, it was like a knife blade brushing, which made people's hearts tremble.

Donald heard the trembling voices of the people beside him, and those who had never seen a real fear before raised their crossbow arrows and aimed them at the approaching figure. The fingers on the trigger twitched, uncontrollable.

"Steady, steady!"

Donald lowered his voice: "Don't let the arrow, don't let the arrow!"

The end of the arrows and hands, the group of horse bandits have already demonstrated for them. Just a few seconds. The whole is settled, and life and death are unknown...... No, I'm afraid that if you fall into the hands of that kind of thing, you will only live rather than die, right?

He looked at the pitch-black figure, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"This, this friend!"

He was about to be unable to suppress his fear: "They are all people who come out to run for life, it is better to help each other ......"

"Stuff. ”

The figure made a hoarse voice, and his gaze seemed to pass through his body and into the camp. The merchants shuddered, their faces turned pale, and finally, gritted their teeth and nodded:

"Give it to him!"

Soon, the men were carrying more than a dozen coffin-like iron boxes outside the camp.

"Everything is here. ”

Donald looked at the dark shadow with vigilance and fear: "Friend, we only want to live......"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure pounced on the box, tearing it apart like a piece of paper. The power armor hidden in it rolled out and landed at his feet.

The latest models of power armor, the honor of the Chainsaw Brothers, each one can be exchanged for fist-sized lapis gold.

But the black shadow was stunned, and immediately overturned the iron box in a rage!

"Who the wants this!!"

The dark shadow roared, glaring at Donald.

In the silence, the members of the caravan were stunned. And the black shadow bent down, as if sniffing something, and suddenly, let out a heartbroken cry:

"It's muddled! It's muddled! If you boil it again, you'll be gone!"

"I helped you settle such a big trouble, I just want to eat something, do you think you fool me like this!"

He looked at the big stew boiling on the fire with grief and indignation, and he was already boiling, and beat his chest: "What do you say?!!

“......”――

"Uncle, please eat meat!"

"Uncle, can you drink some water?"

"Uncle, do you want to have chicken legs?"

"Uncle, I boiled soup for you to replenish your body......"

"Uncle...... Uncle...... Uncle ......"

Ten minutes later, next to the fire.

The leader of the caravan and Donald sat on the side of the caravan, serving a steady stream of food, like a waiter in a tavern:

The figure who was immersed in binge eating ignored them for a word, just binge eating, and those who came did not refuse. It was as if there was a bottomless pit in his stomach, until at last, when he had finished gnawing on Donald's last beef jerky, he sighed:

"Oops. Finally full. ”

Donald's expression twitched: Does this guy have an incinerator hidden in his stomach!

"Uh, sir......"

He hesitated, pointed to the black mist around him, and forced a smile.

The black shadow was stunned for a moment, then patted his head: "Ah, I'm dizzy from hunger." I'm sorry, I didn't expect that the extremes of things would be reversed, and I forcibly suppressed it for so long, but as a result, my strength grew too much, and I couldn't control it a little bit......"

He took a deep breath and flicked his fingertips.

After a cold sound of the piano, the black mist around him and the terrifying power that made the horses neigh, gradually dissipated, revealing a young face. and a dirty-looking turban.

"Do you have a bed here?" the young man stood up and looked around.

The leader of the caravan hurriedly pointed to his tent and offered it with both hands.

"Thank you. ”

The young man nodded in satisfaction, took a handful of bills from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. The merchant was stunned and wanted to refuse, but the young man waved his hand: "This will be used as the future food money and the cost of the car." ”

Wait, later?

The merchant was stunned, and then cried and lost his face.

Could it be that this uncle is still going to stay a few more days?

The young man unsuspectingly slipped into the tent and fell asleep. Soon, snoring was everywhere.

The people around looked at each other. In the end, Donald, who had a bitter face, was pushed out, cautiously approached the tent, and was about to say something when he felt a chill in his throat.

A line of blood appeared.

Donald groaned and touched his neck, feeling a small hole in it. After an exclamation. He slumped on the ground, trembling and shivering.

Only now did he realize that there was a faint smoke around the tent, in the smoke. A faint shadow stood like a ghost, looking down on him indifferently.

Donald didn't dare to say anything more, looked at him in awe, and tiptoed away.

"It's a blessing and not a curse. ”

Touching the wound on his neck, he said to the leader of the caravan, "You'd better be respectful to the master, for he is not interested in what you want to do."

It's better to keep it with good food and drink, otherwise ...... Whether or not you will be able to get to the place safely is another matter. ”

The leader of the caravan shuddered and nodded like pounded garlic.

It's late at night.

It was not until after dawn, when the caravan men mustered up the courage to look outside the camp, that they saw the horses that were in ruins, frightened and frightened, and the horses were running around and broke their bones, and the horse bandits who had fainted and fainted were lying on the ground.

Naturally, he was unceremoniously thrown into a carriage with his leg broken.

Each of these guys has an unknown number of bounties, and the city-states along the road can't wait to prepare the gallows for them.

As long as the identity is verified, a windfall can be obtained, and the bandits can obtain a beautiful straw rope necklace.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan just said that they could dispose of it at will, and then collected all their swords and the like, and inserted them in the backpack, looking really like a Tianzhu wanderer who sold swords everywhere.

"It's fun. ”

Ye Qingxuan said to Donald: "Don't you think that the enemy's swords are taken away, and after gathering a hundred, it sounds amazing to show off your might?"

“...... Well, it's good if you're happy. ”

Donald, who didn't feel that way, could only put it down to the strange hobby of a mysterious musician, and then kept silent.

Since then, Ye Qingxuan has lived a life of eating, drinking, and sleeping in the convoy.

Lying in the car to sleep in the morning after eating, lying in the tent reading a book after eating at night, and occasionally catching some wild animals to fight tooth sacrifices, compared to the original expectation of a hard trip to eat and drink, the curtain is as sweet as honey and boundless joy.

Well, except that the leader of the caravan, who had to run every day to squeeze a tent and a cart with his deputies, often dangled in front of him with a bitter face.

But for this little thing, Ye Qingxuan naturally didn't care about him very generously.

"Boss, have you eaten yet?"

Ye Qingxuan leaned out of the car window and asked with a smile, "Come a little more, I'm a little hungry." ”

The leader of the caravan looked behind him with a sad face, Donald was entangled for a long time, and ran to catch rabbits in the distance - anyway, since Ye Qingxuan came, the function of their group of bodyguards was only to catch rabbits for the uncle to eat.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan's lunch was delivered to the car.

Ye Qingxuan was lying in the carriage, humming a song, reading a book, eating roast rabbits, and looking at the appearance of the few walking guys outside the carriage eating dry food, and a sense of happiness arose in his heart.

It's such a simple and fulfilling day, there is no weakness!

It was only in the afternoon that the convoy inexplicably stopped, and there was a faint noise in the distance.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and asked, "It's so noisy outside?"

The guy ran to the front and quickly came back panting: "There's a madman in front of the convoy and wants us to take him to Ossingville......"

"Oh?"

The boy raised his eyebrows, a strange premonition in his heart. When his thoughts stretched, he couldn't help but want to whistle.

Then he heard a familiar voice shout solemnly:

"That's right, uncle, I'm -- Ye!Qing!Xuan!" (To be continued.) )