For a moment, a thousand words gathered in Constantine's heart, and the torrent of emotions surged in his heart, excited, sentimental, nostalgic, lost, heroic...... Countless emotions are overwhelming.

Autumn has arrived, the leaves have returned to their roots, and the wanderers from afar are going home.

The boy suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot and moist, and the familiarity he had not felt for a long time made him almost unable to maintain the tranquility on the surface.

However, he still instinctively restrained his emotions, and when he looked ahead, his face was calm and calm, with a little bit of curiosity, and on the surface, it was no different from an ordinary traveler who had set foot in this place for the first time.

Suddenly, he noticed that in the carriage in the center of the chamber of commerce's convoy, an old man's head poked out of the window, and his eyes seemed to fall on him intentionally or unintentionally.

Constantine's expression remained unchanged, and he even smiled and beckoned to the old man.

Brillouin was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man's calm and calm eyes, and thought to himself, could he really be thinking too much?

This young man really didn't seem to have anything to do with the Chamber of Commerce of the Dragonlance Dynasty, his eyes were too calm, if he was a spy sent by those Dragonlancers, watching his side about to enter the territory of Azero, at least a little nervous.

Brillouin, who has lived in the Northland for nearly fifty years, believes in his vision.

Brillouin finally retracted his head.

He looked at the ring engraved with the snow coat of arms on his finger, thinking about the destination of this trip, his heart did not relax in the slightest, and he was still worried.

In the past ten days, it has been so calm that the dragon lancers did not even make things as difficult as in the past, and easily let the chamber of commerce convoy leave the dynasty border, which was almost unimaginable in the past.

Linked to the shocking news that came a month ago, the old man had an ominous premonition, the Dragon Lance Dynasty might have begun to act, as the largest traditional chamber of commerce in Azero, the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce is bound to usher in an unprecedented storm.

Even if you return to China, the situation may not be much better, and it may be even more dangerous.

"Winter is coming. The old man muttered an old adage that he and his companions had recited when they were young before every mission outing, as a reminder to be vigilant at all times, a short aphorism that only a handful of Azeroya knew.

The carriage shook violently.

The old man's pupils narrowed slightly, the sound of the wind in his ears changed greatly, and there was a faint sharp whistling sound, which was the sound of crossbow arrows tearing through the air.

Brillouin's inner alarm bell rang out a long, high-pitched sound, a feeling he had only felt when he had been on the most dangerous mission in the snowfield.

What he had been fearing seemed to have finally happened.

At the front of the convoy, Natasha was talking and laughing with Freya, and the beauty was in front of them, and the interest of the two chatting increased a lot.

Danger came without warning at this time when people were at their most lax.

Natasha's heart tightened, she felt that something was wrong, and a strong sense of uneasiness hit her, causing goosebumps on her skin to tremble, as a high-level knight, her perception was much sharper than that of ordinary people.

"What's the matter, sister?" Freya looked at Natasha, who looked sluggish, and thought it was very strange.

Natasha took a deep breath and suddenly yelled hoarsely, "Get down!"

Without waiting for an answer, she leaped from her horse, knocked Freya off her horse, and threw the girl to the ground.

The pain spread around the girl's waist, and Natasha's long hair spread out and hit Freya's cheek, causing great pain.

Freya, who was crushed to the ground, turned her head with difficulty, and before the girl could react to what was going on, the scene she saw completely lost the dimples on the girl's face.

Behind her, a mercenary collapsed beside a carriage, his face glazed and his eyes blank, dead.

He was killed by an arrow stuck in the mercenary's chest, bleeding profusely from the wound and wetting the ground in front of him.

The horse that the mercenary had ridden earlier was now a few meters in front of him, shaking its head blankly.

Apparently, the mercenary was hit by the arrow, fell off his horse, and crashed straight into the carriage.

The power of this arrow can be imagined to kill a mercenary with an arrow and knock him off his horse from such a long distance.

If Natasha hadn't pushed Freya off the horse in time, this terrifying arrow would have passed through the girl, and the end could be imagined.

"It's a military crossbow bolt, damn it. Natasha was shocked and angry, "Are they crazy?"

Freya's expression fell into a complete stupor, witnessing the death of the mercenary in front of her, she had never seen blood in her life, her brain instantly became blank, and even the strength to hold the sword had been lost.

Da-da-da-da.

The trigger was pulled, a dense spring vibration sounded, and dozens of arrows exuding a cold glow all over the body shot out in unison from an autumn forest in front of the convoy, drawing an arc of death and falling into the caravan formation.

The blood flower blooms like a New Year's gift.

The mercenaries at the front of the convoy didn't even have time to wail, and the steel bolts that fell from the sky took their young lives.

The bodies of the dead mercenaries fell crookedly, leaving their mounts, sprinkling blood all over the ground. Strings of scarlet liquid stuck to the grass.

A junior mercenary who was close to the carriage was even nailed to death by a crossbow arrow through his throat and directly on the outer wall of the carriage, still with confusion and fear on his face when he died, and the picture looked extremely terrifying.

The reaction of the caravan's elite guards was much more decisive, and their average combat power reached that of high-ranking knights, and their mobility and combat experience were far higher than those of the ordinary mercenaries of the adventurer's guild.

When Natasha shouted the phrase "Get down", almost all of the caravan guards responded quickly, and they jumped off their horses without hesitation and quickly lay on the ground, thus dodging the first wave of fatal blows.

The furious rain of arrows took the lives of more than 20 mercenaries in one go, but none of the guards were injured, and the difference in strength was vividly displayed at the moment of life and death.

But soon, before there was even time to breathe, a second wave of arrows followed.

This time, the mercenaries finally realized that they had fallen into a trap, jumped off their horses, and hurriedly ducked behind the nearest carriage, using the carriage as cover to evade the attack of the crossbow arrows.

Flashes of death alternately fell, passing them from time to time, piercing into the ground beside them, this time the arrows were much more scattered, but still treacherous.

Bang!

After being hit by several crossbow arrows, the wheels of a carriage fell apart, and the entire body lost its balance and fell to the ground on its side, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The sound of groaning passed the ears of the mercenaries, like the voice of the devil, which made people shudder.

In the rain of arrows, Natasha at the front pulled Freya and staggered behind a carriage, and the faces of the two women were covered in mud and dust, looking embarrassed.

However, the disgraced and dusty women obviously have no spare energy to take care of their appearance at the moment, and they dare not take a breath of air, and their faces are full of palpitations and fear.