On the side of the convoy, Aaron was standing by the carriage and watching the manticore and his men launch a frantic counterattack against these "thieves". Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in his heart, and then a terrible and sharp whistling sound sounded on the right, and a silver light shot at Aaron's face door at lightning speed.

Caught off guard, this kind of speed would be difficult to resist even if Aaron was prepared, let alone defenseless. Seeing that shining silver light was about to approach his face, Aaron secretly exclaimed in his heart: Damn it!

Suddenly, a red and white point of light appeared in the sky in the space between the silver light and Aaron, and it was very timely to intercept the silver light before the silver light flew to the door of Aaron's face. Listening to the sound of ping-pong, the red and white light was slightly suffocated, and the silver light rebounded back, and under a violent shaking, Aaron realized that the silver light was a dagger with a cold glow, and his owner was a masked thief.

Red and white light are two very different powers of the old zombie. Fortunately, I didn't let the old zombies rush up to slaughter those masked thieves, otherwise I would have been planted here today.

At no time should you take it lightly. I didn't expect that I would now forget the admonition that the non-commissioned officer chief said when he first joined the army. Aaron scolded himself.

"To have such an unfathomable stealth and stealth skill, this is probably really a thief profession. Aaron thought quickly.

The thief's attack was blocked, and the leader of the thieves in the distance was also shocked, and was about to retreat with the men and horses, when the old zombie had already violently swung out several fierce and rich corpse qi, blocking them from being corroded by the corpse qi, and the muscles were melted, and finally became a terrifying skeleton.

The manticore, who shares Aaron's heart, also gave up chasing the masked thieves, and instead cooperated with the old zombie to take the thief leader's location.

On the side of the convoy, the thief had already been surrounded by more than 20 guards, and it was difficult to fly.

"Whoever offends me will die!" Alun coldly gave the order to attack, and more than two dozen guards swarmed up with weapons.

"Hmph, let's see who kills the deer!" replied the thief, not to be outdone.

His figure shook violently again, and gradually, it was about to disappear like air.

"Do you want to do it again?" Aaron sneered, and the spiritual storm that had been accumulated for a long time burst out at the same time.

The thief only heard a loud bang in his head, his eyes flashed with gold stars, his face turned pale and he showed his body, and he couldn't help but spurt out a bloody arrow from his mouth.

Before he could wake up from his dizzy state, dozens of sharp swords had already pierced through his body. At the same time, the old zombie and the manticore lion joined forces, and a group of strong men who protected the leader of the thieves also fell one after another, or turned and fled.

Since becoming Aaron's minion, the Zombie Lord's mind has matured a lot more than before, and the depth of his soul's thinking has increased. However, the manticore lion did not have the consciousness of this, and the fierce and murderous demonic beast had not yet reached the leader of the thieves, and the scorpion tail like a giant steel needle brought a deafening sound of wind and drew a round of fan shadows.

With a terrible scream, the tall and sturdy leader of the thieves was pierced alive through the crowd by the thick scorpion tail four or five meters long, and then lifted into the air with the scorpion tail that was pulled back. As if he was showing off something to the old zombie, the ferocious manticore kept waving his scorpion tail without mercy, and the hundreds of thieves in the vicinity trembled like a sieve. During this time, none of the thieves dared to come up to rescue their masters, but many began to turn around and flee for their lives.

Poor thief leader, under the incessant roar of the manticore, had already hung from the scorpion's tail and died in agony. Finally, the manticore, as if tired of the human on his tail, shook it so hard that the whole body shot out like a powerful cannonball. Dozens of unlucky ghosts were unfortunately hit by the corpse of their leader and died instantly on the spot.

"Kill, my minions, even if they are subservient, let them pay the price of death!"

With Aaron's soul calling, the manticore was the first to rush out, and the old zombies followed closely behind, pounced on the fleeing thieves.

Under the frenzied pursuit of two powerful creatures, the lives of more than a thousand thieves have been left here. The post-war count showed that the casualties on the side of the convoy were less than two hundred, and sixty-three people were killed and seriously wounded.

"Lord, this is a weapon used by thieves!" a guard leader picked up several swords and axes and placed them in front of Aaron.

The last time he was ambushed, Atai was seriously injured, because this time the escort of the convoy was entrusted to another high-ranking soldier.

"Sure enough, it's a standard weapon, and judging from their actions just now, it definitely won't be a group of thieves. ”

Aaron then ordered the guards to pick up the weapons that the thieves had scattered all over the ground and replace them. The quality of standard equipment weapons is more than one or two levels higher than that of his own team.

The body of the leader of the thieves was carried back by the guards of the convoy ordered by Aaron and placed in the carriage of one of the carriages. Aaron unveiled the black scarf on his face, which was plain and had no obvious features, and was completely a very popular face.

After tidying up, the convoy continued on its way, slowly heading towards Central Arizona.

Half a day after the baron's convoy left, a group of identical masked thieves came to the road full of corpses. They rummaged through thousands of corpses, as if they were looking for something. At dusk, the thieves didn't seem to find what they were looking for, and quickly dragged the corpses into the woods to bury them and disappeared in the direction they came.

The mountains of central and southeastern Arizona have become vast and fertile plains washed away by the years. Due to the border with Aquitania, some handicraft workshops also began to move here. As a result, the citizens of Arizona have a relatively good standard of living compared to most other provinces.

After a sneak peek at the central Arizona region, the convoy slowly entered the Stoudemire family's nest in high spirits.

Viscount Amare's domain is in the city of Cretz in the central Arizona region. The first time he went to Kritz City, Aaron had a good eye-opener. It turned out that according to the accompanying guards, the territory of Amare was extremely rich, and there were more than 40 large and small estates walking around the city of Kriz, with a population of up to 100,000.

With a population of 100,000 and an endless fertile land, this Viscount Amare is a powerful lord even in Aquitania!

"It seems that the work of smuggling amethyst must be carried out quickly. Although the purple stone that Amare bought from me is higher than the market, if he resells it to the people in the military department, the price may be several times higher than the price he took from me!"

Having deep pockets can mean so many things, and so many benefits can bring. Based on the current output and harvest of the mine and the town, as long as it takes another year or so, his own capital should be enough to fully operate the entire mine, or even to make the alchemists who have been resting for more than a year move. However, if the smuggling route can be opened, then this time will be much earlier, which will be more beneficial to oneself.

"Aha, Arrhoni is here! I heard you've been robbed by that bastard again?"

Aaron looked intently and saw his fat body sitting on a bench made of bamboo strips, drinking juice very leisurely. Underneath the bench were eight strong, tall black slaves carrying them on their shoulders.

"Yes, but to hell with those bastards now!" Aaron laughed.

"Great, this way, we kind of kind of give a warning to the people behind them. Amare said happily.

The two of them chatted as they walked towards the Lord's Mansion in Amare.

"Your Excellency, I suspect this man is the leader of the bandits, so I ordered the body to be loaded into the car after killing him, and you can confirm whether it is Steve's man. In the secret room, Aaron opened a burlap bag and said. ”

"Oh no, this man is Steve's old fellow's son!" As soon as the bag was opened, Amare recognized the corpse's identity at a glance by the light of the fire flickering on the wall.

"Hey, even if it is?" said Aaron, dismissively.

"You don't know anything about Steve's old guy. This Abda was the only son of the old man, and was usually very fond of him, and was the only heir to his domain. The most we can do to kill him is to show our strength and warn him. But now that his son has been killed, his fiery temper will definitely find us desperate. Amare worried, his fat face obviously not as happy as it had just been.

"Mr. Amare, take it easy. I'll take care of this matter, you better wait for my good news with peace of mind!" Aaron finished speaking, and walked out of the secret room with a few taps on the Viscount's shoulder with a smile.

In the evening, several thin figures blended into the night with a few jumps like wild cats, and the next moment, these figures had appeared in Aaron's room.

"Lord, you have a few pieces of information about Viscount Steve that have been discovered. When Steve was thirteen years old, a woman appeared and broke his peaceful life. The woman had been brought back by his father and was pregnant with a child. Over the next few decades, his father fell in love with the woman and snubbed Steve's mother and son, who were said to have killed her. So, after his father's death, Steve took revenge on his half-brother and the woman through many dirty means. Nearly half of Steve's territory was now snatched from his brother. A figure hidden in the darkness spoke at length.