If there is anything heavier in the world than the hardest granite, it is the full commission of a faithful elder worthy of respect.

Even if he was a very noble divine servant, Yu Qian still felt as if he was carrying a thunder cliff on his body, and there were hundreds of Minotaur women singing and dancing on the top of the mountain.

Carrying the Thunder Cliff with a strong exotic festival atmosphere, so that it was particularly lively, Yu Qian led the heavy convoy to set off. In order to accommodate the load capacity and speed of the horses, the convoy travels slowly. According to preliminary estimates, it will take about 20 days to reach Fort Grant. Although the storage space can be used to load seeds, but because the storage space cannot be loaded with living animals, the seeds will lose their vitality and become ordinary food the moment they are loaded, Yu Qian decisively gave up this unrealistic fantasy. What's more, it doesn't seem to make much sense for the convoy to arrive too early, and it takes time to investigate and disperse the dense fog. Before the convoy set off, Yu Qian also felt the arrival of Shen Xi. It's just that the responsibility of seed transportation is heavy, and Yu Qian just glanced at the position where Shen Xi descended from afar. I went on to say goodbye to Julio II. If Shen Xi had stopped still, the convoy would have met them on the way to Fort Grant, and it would not be too late to say goodbye.

Moreover, Ruan An is closer to there than himself, if there is really any matter, he should be able to deal with it in time. Instead of worrying about the true god who was far away in the world, Yu Qian felt that he should still deal with the Thunder Cliff on his shoulder first.

The first day of the trip didn't go much, and most of the morning was spent handing over goods with the heart of farming, and it was actually only an afternoon to get there. Before dark, Yu Qian and the convoy finally arrived at the rest area of the first day, a dilapidated abandoned post station.

The inn appears to have been abandoned for at least twenty years. The floor of the house was all rotten, and although it looked good, if anyone stepped on it, it would have stepped on a hole. The experienced riders in the team didn't seem to care, but they just organized a team to tear down the original floor and spread a thick layer of hay that came with the car.

"Only hot stones can be used for cooking, and open flames are strictly forbidden in the transportation of grain and grass!" shouted several old riders, mercilessly kicking away the bonfire that the Duchy knights were about to light. Facing the armored knights with quasi-aristocratic status, the old rider not only did not look submissive, but looked disapproving. After kicking a few freshly set pyres in a row, the old riders even began to pull out their whips to drive away the riders, shouting over and over again, "Get out of here!" and "Do you have horse manure in your heads?"

Although the knights were disciplined, they were also professional soldiers. In the face of such an inexplicable insult, of course, the first reaction is to fight back. More than a dozen knights "brushed" at the same time, and drew the big sword hanging from their waists. At the same time, the Shadow Dancer Assassins lurking in the carriage also revealed their figures, silently raising their crossbows in their hands. He stared coldly at the knights and the old riders. Their mission was only to keep the food and grass safe, and the fights in the camp were certainly not under their jurisdiction. But the armed weapons completely changed the nature of this brawl that had not yet begun. They had to choose to suppress the chaos with their sleeve crossbows, and if they waited until the two sides started fighting, and then the enemy took advantage of the chaos to get close to the carriage and set it on fire, it would be too late.

"Why don't you fight?" Yu Qian asked as he walked out of the hay-covered post station, looked at the people who were tense and leaned against the door frame and knocked on sunflower seeds. "I think you're all quite capable, why don't you dare to move?"

Seeing this, ......the knights put their swords back into their sheaths and knelt down on one knee to salute Yu Qian. The old riders still looked impatient, and when they saw that the riders were not going to make a move, they turned their heads and wanted to leave.

"Tuk Tuk!" a dense burst of crossbow bolts rang out, and forty crossbow arrows were plunged directly into the ground in front of the old riders. The body of the arrow was half-cut into the earth, and the exposed tail was still shaking rapidly. Each of the forty elite assassins shot an arrow, and the Ollinger shaman, who was the leader, shouted at the old riders, "What the hell? Why do you want to run away with a wolf with a big tail? Stand still! Otherwise, it will be your old brains that will be pierced!"

"Don't go. Yu Qian patted the skin of the melon seeds on his hands. Walking over to the old riders who were still scolding in the field, "It's so boring to walk." ”

"Hmph, I don't know who you are. But I think it's just a dogleg under the hands of a certain nobleman. The old man at the head of the old riders looked disdainful, and spat out a mouthful of tobacco dregs on the ground, revealing the blackened teeth in his mouth, "We are carrying grain and grass, and the carriage itself is a flammable wooden structure. The post station over there has been abandoned for more than ten years, and it has long since dried up and smoked. If you want to burn yourself alive, I have no problem with you, old man. But the horses are ours, and the balance of the grain has not yet reached us. If you want to die, you will settle the account first!"

"The dogleg of the great nobles. It's an interesting description and, to some extent, correct. Yu Qian smiled, "The requirement that no open flames should be used is right. But why are you provocative?"

The old man snorted coldly and did not speak.

"My lord, this old deflated calf has a grudge!" shouted the Owlinger shaman with a grin, "Most of the people who used to work on this road were Tucson knights, and they are counting Tucson's affairs on our heads, and they plan to give that old man a grievance!"

Baron Tucson was the leader of the village nobility who had died at the hands of Kimpier. It is said that Baron Tucson was directly supported by the imperial family and intended to divide the principality and become a dominion. Just before he succeeded, he was shot into a big hedgehog by Kimbier and his people in the camp.

"People from Tucson?" Yu Qian raised his eyebrows, which was really a bit of a surprise. At first, Yu Qian thought that these old men were just oppressed by the knights before, and now he planned to take the opportunity to vent. The rule that horses are not allowed to use open flames when transporting grain and grass is actually very reasonable. Taking advantage of the reason, the knights are really the one who loses.

"I don't know what you're talking about. The old man's face sank, "It seems that the old man is not going to be reasonable, so I will not accompany you!" After that, the old man threw a money bag at Yu Qian's feet, "This is the deposit you paid." We're not going to do this job!" After saying that, the old man turned his head and instructed the other old riders to unload their horses and leave.

"You really think of me as a big nobleman's dog. Yu Qian sighed, "And you think that doglegs don't kill?"

In the air, a milky white crescent-shaped light flashed, and the old man's waving hands stiffened, and then the whole person was scattered on the ground in several pieces.

"Don't stand still. Yu Qian looked at the riders who were all stunned in front of him, and shouted at them, "You can't pretend to be the same as the wronged person? scream, pray, run around, and then add a little difficulty to my entertainment!"

In the eyes of those veteran riders who were more than half a hundred years old, Yu Qian, who was originally gentle and elegant, had become the real embodiment of evil. It was as if the Borneo demons had just emerged from the sticky and foul-smelling pool of blood, and opened their mouths of blood mixed with human flesh fragments at them.

The slaughter was quiet and efficient, and even the fastest rider escaped less than 100 meters. The strange riders were all corpses scattered on the smooth dirt road.

"Oh mom, I'll go. Priest Ollinger grinned, inhaling as if he had a toothache, "Lord Yu is too old and ruthless now, why don't you leave a single mouth?"

"Who found these people?" Yu Qian turned around and stared at the knights of the principality behind him and asked, "The heart of farming would not be so stupid and openly oppose the orders of his gods. ”

"My lord, these ...... The deflated calves, they were all sent by the Pope. Priest Ollinger rolled over from the carriage and jumped down, bending down and running towards Yu Qian. He replied in a low voice, "Your Holiness the Pope has been so busy lately that he really can't afford to recruit riders again. These things usually run this line, and several large chambers of commerce and farming hearts in the principality do salt business, and they all use these people. This time, you need too many people, and the time is too tight. That's why the Pope let this group of people be riders. ”

"Let me guess, the largest salt farm in the entire principality is probably in the Barony of Tucson, right?" Yu Qian sneered.

"That's true. Shaman Ollinger scratched the back of his head, "How do you know, my lord?"

"The provocation is just to make the knights who accompany the escort give up their posts, if you hadn't appeared in time to suppress the scene, it is estimated that those bandits and road fighters would have been killed by now. Yu Qian squinted his eyes at a bush not far away, and with a flick of his fingers, hundreds of light blades spilled out. Smashed the bush into pieces.

A carriage that had been slashed by a blade of light, barely visible, slid out of the bushes that had turned into shreds. There was also a loaded bronze cannon on top of the board. It's just that the fuse of the artillery, along with the bolt, was shattered by the blade of light.

"These rats are running pretty fast. Yu Qian glanced at the carriage, and there were no traces of blood on it except for the marks of the light blade. The bandits who ambushed should have abandoned their plans immediately after seeing the appearance of Origar Shaman and the others. It's just that the riders who are the inner responders don't know the specific plan, for fear that the bandits will launch a strong attack - if the bandits make a strong attack, they may not be able to come out unharmed by the artillery. Therefore, seeing that the trouble did not work, the old rider immediately decided to leave.

It's a pity that they met Yu Qian.