The campfire began to burn.

Mihat noticed that in addition to the campfires in their camp, there were many flickering fires of various sizes in the distance, near the foothills of the Ucas Mountains to the southwest.

The Ukas Mountains are the largest mountain range in the Tamriel Continent, and the Mt. Makas Peak, the highest mountain range in the Tamriel Continent, from which the White River originates and has countless tributaries that have fed generations.

Legend has it that at the top of the Nukas Mountains, the most powerful race in the world lives, the dragons!

Mihat looked at the dark and indistinguishable clouds at the top of the mountain, and seemed to see the wind from the dragon's wings making the snow dance madly.

"See the brightest fire?" Dalaniel's voice came from the small tent next to him, and he had heard the young man of the Duo Sek talk about his desire to learn magic but had no talent, and when he was casting his magic, he heard the young man's sigh, and he didn't want Mihart to fall into loss and depression again, so he started the conversation first.

Mihath nodded, rubbing her straight nose. His eyes sparkled in the light of the fire, and the golden hair characteristic of the Duosaik seemed to be coated with a layer of fluorescence from the belly of a firebug.

Along the way, he discussed the topic of magic with Dalaniel, after all, the opportunity to contact a mage is rare, even if Dalaniel is only a first-level mage.

Hearing Dalaniel ask at this moment, Mihart guessed that he must be ready to share something magical. So he immediately confirmed, "Is it the westernmost and brightest place? what is it? Is there so many overnight travelers in this Windy Basin?"

"Of course not, kid, that's the original inhabitants of the basin, the giants. Dalanier laughed, and threw a small dead branch into the heat-emitting campfire.

Giant?

Why isn't there any mention of this creature in the books I've read?

"Giants, how big are they?" asked Mihart, who sat up straight, poked his head out of the tent, and stared at Dalaniel opposite.

"A newborn giant, the instep of a foot is longer than your short sword. And giants over 100 years old – that is, adults – can easily pinch you to death with two fingers. But it was Kenmore, who was beside him, who was usually silent, who answered Mihart's question.

Dalaniel nodded, signaling that Kenmore wasn't bragging.

Mishat looked at the smiling Dalaniel, then at the expressionless Kenmore, and stuck out his tongue - his usual gesture of surprise.

"Giants are a hybrid food species, and the beasts and even monsters that come to attack have basically become their food. The higher demonic beasts gathered together and might be able to surround a young giant with a numerical advantage, but in reality, they would never have such a chance.

"Because giants are social creatures, usually two or three live together. They also raise mammoths, large creatures that pull thousands of pounds, and they provide the giants with a steady yield of mammoth cheese for food. And after being trained by their masters, they can play a huge role in battle.

"The leather you used to protect you from the rain and snow along the way is made of mammoth skin, and it is very expensive. In all respects, the intelligence of giants is not low, but it is not high, and the ability to reproduce is not strong, otherwise it would be giants and not humans who live in the castle now. "As a magician, Dalanier is a good illustration of the benefits of erudition.

"What about those? What about the faint fires beside them?" Mihart saw that in addition to the brighter fires, there were also some small and faint fires, and he was suspicious, and changed the subject.

"It could be a traveler like us, or it could be a bandit who has died in the world. If we can see their campfire, then they can see ours. Be vigilant tonight, I have a bad premonition. Kenmore's face was gloomy.

The gods are above, so let me meet a robber or two!

It would be even better if you could meet one or two Warcraft!

Otherwise, the journey would be too dull......

Mihat prayed in his heart, but when he saw outside the tent, his father stared at him with blazing eyes, and immediately pouted and closed the curtain of the door, put the dagger on the pillow, lay down and closed his eyes.

In the small tent opposite, a faint golden glow was cast in Dalaniel's eyes, and he looked through the tent at the calm field, a fleeting wariness flashed in his eyes, as if searching for something.

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Kenmore and Dalaniel alternate vigils, thankfully that no creatures "visited" their camp until dawn was approaching.

Mihart slept comfortably that night, but felt very uncomfortable in his heart!

It's so boring!

I thought I could meet a few robbers or a few monsters, but when I woke up, I didn't even see a beast, let alone a monster!

What is the use of learning this martial art?

The gods are above, for the sake of my Mihart's efforts to practice martial arts, it would be good for me to meet a few wild wolves!

The bored Mihat prayed in his heart again, stretched his waist widely, got up and dressed, and prepared to put away the tent that was set up on the ground.

After rolling up the tent, Mihat looked up, only to see his father's pupils suddenly constrict, and he took a step forward, pushing his right hand hard against his chest.

Unfed, Mihart stumbled and fell to the ground.

He was puzzled, and was about to open his mouth to ask, but he saw Kenmore half-crouching, holding a steel shield firmly in his left hand, protecting him in front of him, and the steel mace hanging from his waist was already in his right hand.

Dalaniel also threw himself on the ground, quickly rolled sideways, and ducked behind Kenmore.

"Whew!"

An arrow flew almost to his face with the sound of breaking through the air!

Hell, isn't it...... Could it be that the gods have appeared?

Mihart was shocked, but he was a little excited, but he was afraid that another dark arrow would be shot, so he hurriedly grabbed the iron shield behind him and held it in his hand.

"Oh, guys, where are you going? We're so happy to meet you! Why? You don't want to leave anything behind, do you want to go?"

A voice with a naked mockery squeezed into the ears of the trio. Afterwards, the three of them saw the face of the intruder.

The big man in the front was dressed in heavy iron armor, holding a giant axe with a glittering cold light in both hands, and was slowly approaching step by step.

In the distance stood a small woman, her face as fierce as an iron arrow on a short bow, and a faint milky white glow on a whole set of leather armor.

And between the two, a man in a robe had a pious expression on his face, and his mouth was reciting the quaint and difficult bytes. I saw that the palm of his right hand immediately burst out with a dazzling green halo, and with the sound of "swish", it slowly turned into a solid substance like tree bark and enveloped his whole body.

This...... This is actually a magician!

Running away, perhaps, is it a wiser choice than fighting?

Less than half a second after the idea was generated, Mishart immediately slapped himself.

Isn't the situation at this moment exactly what I was looking forward to? Isn't it just to face the dangers of the moment when I read all the books and practice martial arts? Isn't what I have longed for in my heart since I was a child is the life of an adventurer?

This is your first battle, and you must not escape!

Mihart encouraged himself in his heart, and when he turned his head to see his father's burning gaze, his heart was even more confident.

Dalaniel was expressionless.

Although he didn't go to the warrior house in Yaojin City to get the samurai level, his father said that his current strength was just around the corner to be promoted to a third-level samurai.

Neither the archman nor the magician are easy characters to deal with, so they are left to their father and Dalaniel to take care of! And that heavy armored warrior, no matter how powerful he is, his strength can't exceed the fourth level, right? The fourth level is not only a symbol of the intermediate samurai, but more importantly, only the samurai who exceeds the fourth level can have the possibility of cultivating courage. A mid-level samurai who can use his strength probably disdains to be a robber who kills for money, right?

As long as you see the right time, you may not have the possibility of defeating him!

"A bunch of self-killed bastards!"

Mihart was still secretly speculating about the strength of the other party, when he heard his father screaming and scolding, and after seeing him turn around and secretly glance at Dalaniel, he stepped out with a single arrow step, and went straight to the archer in the distance who was about to draw his bow and arrow like a hungry wolf!

Not good!

The heavily armored warrior seemed to be aware of Kenmore's intentions and quickly retreated behind him, intending to stop Kenmore's charge.

Mihart's heart was pounding, and his mind was almost blank! The martial arts he had learned on weekdays, but at this moment, he couldn't remember anything!

Watching his father run forward, Mihart instinctively drew the short sword at his waist, but he froze in place and couldn't move.

What to do?

What am I going to do?!

Mishart suddenly felt as small as dust, and any of the three of them might be able to easily take my head!

Seeing that Kenmore was about to rush in front of him, the heavily armored warrior squeezed the giant axe vigorously and slashed sideways towards Kenmore who was rushing towards him, trying to stop him.

Kenmore sneered, the speed of the sprint did not decrease but increased, only to see him swing forward with the mace in his right hand, and block steadily, with a loud "oh", the mace effortlessly swung the powerful blow of the giant axe!

The loud sound of the clashing of weapons calmed Mihart slightly, and he keenly observed that the heavily armored warrior's body was a little crooked in the collision just now.

Now is the time!

I'm going to cut him down with a sword!

Mihart took a hard breath, roared, and finally rushed forward!

Damn, this man is not weak!

The heavy warrior couldn't strike a blow, and when he saw Kenmore seize the gap and slip over, he was angry in his heart, and he was about to pursue, but he saw a little boy rushing towards him with a short sword in his hand, and he felt a little more surprised in his heart, and felt that he had been insulted like never before.

The warrior level of that man just now must be above mine, and his full force was blocked by his hammer, and the tiger's mouth of his hands still hurts faintly!

Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the Yin Wind Basin for so many years, if he is cut by you today, he will not have to mix it in the future!

The heavily-armored warrior had no more combat experience than Mihart, and he snorted angrily, and quickly took a step forward with his left foot to stabilize his center of gravity.

Halfway through his charge, he saw the robber take a step forward, and at the same time, his arms were holding the great axe high, and he stretched it back quickly, and as the robber's right foot stepped in his direction with the force that almost sank into the earth, Mikhat knew that the great axe was about to be slashed down!

A warrior who is proficient in two-handed weapons can use powerful and tricky heavy blows that even a samurai wearing heavy armor cannot completely resist, not to mention that he is equipped with light leather armor, even if this axe only lightly rubs himself, I should be killed!

Mihart was terrified in his heart, and saw that the sharp axe blade with the sound of a howling wind slashed straight at him! The steps under his feet became faster and faster, and if he wanted to dodge, it was too late, and Mihart gritted his teeth, and his heart was horizontal, and the iron shield slammed forward!

What he can do is only to perfectly grasp the timing of the block and the angle of holding the shield, but no matter how skilled his blocking skills are, after all, he is only a fifteen-year-old immature boy, and his strength is less than the third level;

I was waiting for an opportunity before, but I still underestimated the strength of my opponent!

In an instant, Mihart felt a sharp pain attack from his left arm, and with the deafening cry of the iron shield, the huge force seemed to penetrate his whole person, and he fell backwards heavily, and the iron shield and the short sword also flew out of his hands one after another.

Even with the soft dirt beneath him, Mikhat felt his back collide with it, and something in his throat seemed to erupt from his chest.

God, my left hand...... And the chest hurts so much!

Fuck, my bones can't be broken, right?

I wanted to take advantage of the enemy's imbalance to attack at the moment, but I didn't expect this heavily armored warrior to be so powerful, and he stabilized his center of gravity in a moment, and he turned against the army!

If he hadn't barely blocked with his shield, he would have been split in half by now, right?

Not good!

If you fall to the ground and don't get up, the hateful robber will surely seize the opportunity to attack again!

Mihat's heart suddenly moved, and with the dexterity of the light armor, he allowed his chest to turn over and overturned, and quickly rolled away to one side.

As it turned out, he was right—the sound of the great axe splitting through the ground rang in Mihart's ears, and he almost shrank into a ball of fright.

Damn it!

Mihart's underwear was already soaked with sweat, and he quickly crawled forward, trying to pick up the fallen shield, but after climbing less than half a meter, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and the crawling speed slowed down suddenly.

Hell, why does it hurt so much......

If I can't get a shield, I'm dead!

If only I could do magic, all I needed was a telekinesis magic to pick up that damn shield in no time!

Mihart cursed in his heart, and looked up to look at the iron shield again, only to see that the robber had already gone around in front of him, kicked the shield away, and blocked his way.

The iron shield drew a thinner and thinner arc in the air, and landed beside a dead tree in the distance, even more out of reach.

A huge black shadow pressed overhead, and Mihat's heart suddenly swelled with great fear, and he could no longer care about the pain coming from his left arm and chest, and writhed desperately, trying to crawl backwards.

But where is the speed of his wounded turtle comparable to that robber warrior?

A foot stomped on the Duosaik boy's back, making him unable to move.

Am I going to die here today?