After a hearty dinner, the elf children who were tired of running before went to sleep. The adult elves gathered in groups of three and two, chatting about things that Donald didn't understand in ancient elven language.

Donald, on the other hand, was working with his teacher to discern the types of materials that had been separated from the ruins of the Book of Truth. With Messer, a master alchemist, in his presence, it is equivalent to having a living encyclopedia, and basically none of these materials are unrecognizable to him.

The inheritance of their faction is more complete than that of most mages, especially the ancient arcanists of the School of Change are best at alchemy, unlike modern alchemy that only refines some spell items or potions, the research direction of ancient alchemists can even be as vast as mechanical civilization and the origin of species and other irrelevant huge directions, and it is said that almost half of the credit for the successful construction of the city in the sky belongs to the two magic factions related to the alchemy civilization of change and enchantment.

Huā analyzed more than a dozen materials for an hour, and their genera and uses were jotted down by Donald in his notes.

Note-taking was a good habit that Donald had maintained from high school to college in his previous life, and it has naturally continued into this world now. If the notes that Donald has taken up since he studied magic are sorted into a book, it is enough for a mage apprentice to learn from the black iron rank all the way to the bronze high rank, which is estimated to be very helpful to some silver powerhouses.

After all, the knowledge that Donald had learned from his erudite teacher was far beyond what the average mage could master, and the complete inheritance of a spell school in ancient times was not comparable to the current chaotic inheritance of mage factions.

In addition to receiving teachings from Messer, Donald also learned a lot from the collection of books transcribed by the Mage Guild and the Kingdom Mage Guild Mage Tari, and had a lot of exchanges with senior mages such as Edwina and Chris.

It can be said that in addition to the fact that the promotion time is too short and the foundation is not very solid, the conditions and knowledge that Donald has are enough to make ordinary silver mages ashamed.

The moon was already high above the branches, and it was about ten o'clock in the evening, close to night.

Most of Donald's camp was asleep, with only a few minions still loyally guarding their master's safety outside the camp.

At this moment of silence, the sound of screaming and killing suddenly came from the direction of the south, and the noisy sound immediately woke up many sensitive elves, and Donald, who was meditating at a shallow level, also stopped cultivating and walked out of his tent.

When they came out, they found that the teachers, Messer and Kael'thas, were already standing in front of the camp and looking south.

Donald came over to the two men and looked over to the place where the incident had happened.

I saw that the direction of the camp about two or three miles away from me and the others was chaotic, and in the firelight, many figures flickered outside, attacking the camp.

"Did they get attacked by robbers?"

"It should be!"

Messer replied, "When I passed by their camp before, I saw a caravan with a rich caravan, and a few squires and other minor nobles in the ranks, who must have a lot of money, and are the prey that robbers like to rob!"

Through the familiarity and understanding of the year of rebirth, Donald knows that the bandits of this world,

There is a difference between a group of thieves and a thief class among professionals.

Thieves are generally agile and, like Assassins, mostly serve in the military, mercenary groups, or nobles, doing pioneering work, and arguably more in their profession than in the literal sense of the word.

However, with that ability, most thieves can't help but do something petty and petty, so people tend to think of thieves and robbers as a gang, and it is true that many thieves will join organizations like the thieves group and take pleasure in looting and burning. Just as an assassin is not the same as a killer, but there are many who join those assassination groups.

Seeing that Donald was a little moved, Messer asked, "What, do you want to help?"

"Yes, I think the caravan is going to go long distance, maybe it will reach Laran, and if the caravans to and from the North County are always robbed, it will also affect the economy of my territory. Even if there is no reason for this, since I have met it, I have to take care of this matter, after all, there are still many innocent civilians and fù children in that camp!"

Messer nodded and said, "Go ahead, do what you want to do, and I think you've got it!" "Thank you, teacher!" Donald bowed to the old mage, and then flew out of the camp with Kael'thas. As for the camp here, with his teacher in charge, Elder Elijah, who has recovered from his injuries, is also a natural druid with silver strength, if there are unsightly robbers attacking here, it will really kill himself!

Before coming to the camp, neither of them used any powerful spells, but both of them casually released spell-like abilities such as magic flames.

The two inherited the demonic flame from different sources, one is the unique destructive power of the blood elves, which is originally derived from the demons, but here it has been changed by the Book of Truth to a warlock talent inheritance similar to the bloodline of fire-elemental creatures: the other is the demonic flame power from the fire demons, which is absorbed and transformed into its own talent through the powerful natural abilities of the demon hunters. Neither of them requires any spell gestures, as long as the heart moves at will, and there is enough magic power, they can freely unleash this kind of fire attack equivalent to the power of a second-level single spell.

However, it was this kind of demonic flame, which was not very powerful in the eyes of the mages, but was only more convenient than convenient, that made everyone present feel terrified and awe-inspired.

Both the robbers and the victims in the camp were just ordinary people.

Kael'tham's Demon Flame is crimson, burning with pure fire elemental and magical power, and Donald's Demon Flame is crimson, full of destruction, like a flame stolen from the abyss.

Surrounded by flames, the two descended from the sky like demon gods, waving their hands and releasing countless flames, killing all the robbers who attacked in the middle of the night, and soon scattered and fled. Only a few of the robbers, burned by the flames, were still lying on the ground, rolling and wailing.

Seeing the two benefactors who fell from the sky and saved them, the people in the camp were afraid to step forward, and finally it was the caravan leader who stepped forward and thanked the two benefactors for their help on behalf of everyone.

The Donalds, who had reined in the flames, did not accept their money, and left the place without saying anything and flew back to the camp. The people who left behind the aftermath of the catastrophe watched in awe as the two figures flew away.

After a fight, the other robbers seemed to see what happened to their kind, and they were also frightened, and did not dare to do anything more.

In short, there was nothing to do all night, and after the camp had endured the changes of last night, it had a hasty rest, and set off for the camp after a simple breakfast before dawn in the morning.

When Donald got up, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he saw the group passing not far from their camp.

These people were frightened by those robbers, so they wanted to rush to the town as soon as possible, don't they know that after yesterday's attack, the possibility of encountering robbers again is extremely small?

Even if it is a group of thieves, it is estimated that they will communicate with each other, and they will have their own way of detecting information.

After knowing that Mustang turned out to be two powerful mages, it is estimated that no one will commit crimes against the wind in the next few days!

After a brief freshening up and a hearty breakfast, Donald ordered the team to set off again.

The town of Shining Gold was almost there, which meant that they were only a few days away from returning to Dalaran.

Three days as fast as possible, five days as slow as possible, with the speed of the team, you can return to the territory, and then Donald can take out the harvest of this trip to the ruins of the ancient arcane master and build his territory even stronger.

Donald, who was in a happy mood, led the carriage procession on the road, but he didn't have long to go before he ran into trouble ahead.

Seeing that after leaving the Mustang Plain, there was only half an hour's way from Shining Gold Town, but there were many people gathered on the road ahead, and the crowd and carriages formed a blockage.

In fact, in addition to this main road, there are many small roads around that can reach the town of Shining Gold, but it is not a problem for other pedestrians, and for a caravan like Donald, which is all horse-drawn carriages and loaded with goods, it is necessary to take this road.

So Donald ordered Kael'thas to come forward and see what was going on.

After a while, Kael'thas returned from the front and reported to his master.

It turned out that a checkpoint was set up on the road ahead by the nearby noble lords to collect toll taxes from pedestrians.

Donald couldn't help but feel a little strange about this, in general, there are very few local lords in Celt who will collect taxes such as toll taxes, and only a few small and inconspicuous cities in the entire kingdom will collect entry fees at the city gate to make some money, but it is only one or two copper horns.

After all, this world is not like in the previous life, there are highways, national roads, provincial roads and other roads, you can set up toll checkpoints, unless necessary, or only one road is surrounded by forests and wilderness and other environments, otherwise people can choose to detour in other directions.

Therefore, the establishment of such roadblocks to collect tolls is completely to force outsiders to stay away from their own territory, and after cutting off contact with the outside world, how can the territory develop? I am afraid that normal life will be more difficult to maintain, and when the time comes, the people will starve to death or flee, and they will not be able to pay the taxes of the kingdom, and he, the lord, will be the end.

It was hard for Donald to understand why the noble lord of the previous realm had such a stupid idea. However, he didn't know much about the territory in front of him, and the first two times he went back and forth to Shining Gold Town, he also crossed here and hurried directly, only knowing that the front was a fast knight's territory, and I heard that it was relatively rich.

So he and Kael'thas stepped forward, ready to inquire about the people around him who were familiar with the situation.

Before reaching the checkpoint, I saw a wooden fence set up on the road in front of me as a barricade, and several swaggering nobles dressed as followers were standing there arguing with a few people.

Two of them looked like caravan leaders, and two were supposed to be their bodyguards. The other two caught Donald's attention.

I saw one of the young men wearing a swordsman's uniform and a long sword at his waist and said angrily: "It's so hateful, the toll costs three silver moons, we are just ordinary pedestrians, and we are not caravans and nobles, how can we get so much money for you!"

Saying that, the young swordsman was about to step forward and make a move to "theorize" with those noble servants, and the young man who looked like another scholar next to him hurriedly grabbed his companion and persuaded him.

The young swordsman said loudly: "Augusta, don't stop me, I must teach them a lesson, these local nobles are too angry! they don't look like nobles at all, but they are as greedy as those robbers in the Wild Horse Field!"

Augusta? Isn't that the cousin of Catherine that the queen had spoken of?

When Donald heard the name, he couldn't help but look at the young man carefully. ！。