Scarlet Moon looked at the mage and nodded reluctantly.

Rodrith reached out and took the bag with his thin hand. Xiumaster looked greedily at the bag, thinking that he didn't know what was inside.

He'll soon know, but not in front of so many goblins.

In the end, only one man was left who did not hand over his weapon as ordered. Stone stood unmoved, his face pale and his eyes shining with a frenzied light.

He clutched the ancient two-handed greatsword that his father had left him. Suddenly, Stone turned around and found Rodlis's thin fingers resting on his hand.

"I'll keep it safe," the mage whispered.

"How?" asked the knight, taking a step back as if he were dodging a viper.

"I don't have to explain it to you. Rodrith said hoarsely. "I don't believe it, whatever you want. ”

Stone hesitated.

"This is ridiculous!" shouted Toude. "Kill the knights! If they drag their feet any longer, they will all be killed. I'm about to get an endocrine disorder!"

"Good!" Stone said depressedly. He stepped forward, reluctantly placing his longsword in the pile of weapons. Its ancient silver scabbard is adorned with kingfishers and roses, glittering in the light of torches.

"Ah, what a good sword," said Toude. He suddenly remembered that he had been summoned by the Great King of Mengmin, and that he had this sword at his waist. "Maybe I should personally protect this sword. Take it with you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Rodlis walked forward quickly, kneeling in front of the pile of weapons. A burst of white light suddenly appeared from the mage's hand.

Rhodelis hovered his hand over the weapons, muttering unintelligible incantations.

"Stop him!" shouted Toude. But no one dared to move.

Finally, Rodrith finished casting his spell and tilted his head forward. His brother hurried to hold him.

Rodrith stood up. "You have heard me clearly!" said the mage, his golden eyes glaring at the audience.

"I've cast a spell on our stuff, and anyone who dares to mess around will be attacked by a big bug called Casablanca.

It will float up from the abyss of hell and suck the blood clean from your veins until you are a dry corpse. ”

"The big worm named Casablanca!" Wade took a deep breath, his eyes lit up.

"It's incredible! I've never heard—"

Robert smacked the Kander's mouth.

The goblins began to slowly retreat away from the green-looking pile of weapons.

"Whoever you want, put those weapons away!" said Toude angrily.

"You go get it yourself. A goblin muttered.

No one dared to move. Tou De didn't know what to do. Although there is little imagination in the land, a vivid picture of the people of Carterpilersha has clearly come to mind. "Good," he muttered.

"Take the prisoners away, put them in the prison cart, and bring their weapons over! or you'd rather the worm eat you!" said Tode, angrily walking away.

The goblin began to push the prisoners out of the doorway, poking them with the hilt of their swords. But no one dared to touch Rhodelis.

"That's a great spell, little brother. Calamon said in a low voice. "How effective is this? It can-"

"It works just as well as your head!" Rodrith whispered, raising his hand, which had obvious traces of phosphorus powder. Calamon smiled and lowered his head.

Robert was the last to leave the inn. He looked back one last time, and there was a lone oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. The table has fallen to the ground and the chairs have been damaged.

The beams on the ceiling were blackened by the fire, and in some places completely burned. The windows were blackened by smoke.

"I'd rather die than see it. ”

He finally heard two goblin leaders arguing fiercely over who was going to move the enchanted weapons.

The group spent a sleepless night in a prison cart that was placed in the square of the town of Ville, and chained to three pillars in the square.

The three wooden pillars, which had been driven into the ground with great force, were blackened by the flames on the outside, and shattered to the bottom. There was no living creature in this square, not even the rocks had melted.

As soon as dawn broke, they could clearly see the prisoners in the other prison cars. This was the last convoy of slave labourers to travel from Willow to Paktakas, and Shomaster would personally lead the convoy.

Tou De didn't want to let go of a rare opportunity to impress the king of Mengmin. Mammina was stationed in Paktakas.

Calamon tried to open the cage under the cover of night, but was forced to give up.

A cold fog rises in the early morning, making it impossible to see the ravaged town. Robert looked at the Scarlet Moon and the River Breeze, and now I can relate to their feelings, Robert thought.

Now I know the emptiness that is more painful than any scar. My home was ruined.

He looked at Gilesenas huddled in the corner. The elf hadn't spoken to anyone last night, and the head injury wasn't healed yet, and he needed to rest.

But Robert kept an eye on him all night and found that he didn't close his eyes at all, and he didn't even pretend to rest. All night he just bit his lower lip and stared at the night sky in a daze.

The sight reminded Robert that, if he would admit it, he had another home, a home called Quelingnasti.

No, Robert leaned against the iron railings and thought, Quelingnasti is not my home at all. It's nothing more than a place I've ever lived......

Xiumaster emerged from the fog, his fat hands rubbing constantly, and looked proudly at the convoy of slave laborers in front of him.

Maybe he could get promoted, and it's rare to be able to catch so many people in this war-torn town. King Fernanda will be pleased, especially the last ones to be caught.

Especially the stout warrior, who was in such good physique that he could do three-person work in the pit. The tall barbarian isn't bad either.

Maybe the horse has to be slaughtered, the Solanians have always been reluctant to cooperate. But King Meng Minna will be very happy to have these two women, although they are completely different types, they are both cute.

Toude himself has always been attracted to the waitress, with red hair, bright green eyes, and a well-cut white low-cut top, just enough to show the parts that are thought-provoking.

Shumast's thoughts were interrupted by the roar of anger and the sound of gold and iron in the fog. The roar grew louder and louder.

Soon everyone in the convoy woke up to see what was going on.

Toude looked at the prisoners uneasily, and secretly hoped that more soldiers would be left in the first place. Seeing the commotion of the prisoners, he jumped up and aimed his bow and arrow at the convoy.

"How?" said Toude, aloud. "Can't these fools catch a prisoner quietly?"

Suddenly, a scream overpowered the noise. It was a man's voice in great pain, but his anger was more than enough to cover it all.

Girsenas stood up, his face pale.

"I know whose voice it is," he said, "Telos." Ionfield, it should be him. He has been helping the elves escape since the massacre.

This great king of the fierce has sworn to kill all the elves," Gilthenas saw Robert's reaction, "don't you know?"

"No!" said Robert, shocked. "I don't know, how would I know?"

Gilthenas calmed down and looked at Robert. "Please forgive me," he finally said. "Looks like I blamed you, I thought you grew your beard for this business. ”

"How is that possible!" Robert jumped. "How can you accuse you like that-"

"Robert," Stone warned him.

The half-elf turned to see the goblin soldiers swarming forward, their bows and arrows aimed at his heart.

He raised his hand and retreated to his original position, just in time to see a group of goblin soldiers dragging a tall, muscular man.

"I've heard that someone betrayed Telos," Gilsenas whispered. "I'm back to warn him.

Without him, I wouldn't have been able to escape from Willow alive. I was supposed to meet him at the inn last night.

When he didn't come, I was worried about him—"

Xiu Master. Tou De opened the door of the prisoner's cart and ordered the goblins to throw the prisoner in.

As they moved Tyros into the prisoner cart, the goblin soldiers continued to aim their arrows at the others.

Xiu Master. Toude quickly closed the door. "That's it!" he shouted. "Lock this beast up.

We're leaving. “

A team of goblins drove the giant deer into the plaza and began to put a rope on their backs.

Their chaotic shouts seemed to Robert from far away, and his attention was now entirely on the poor blacksmith.

Telos. Ionfield collapsed unconscious on the straw-covered floor of the prison cart.

His previously strong right hand was now a mess of rotten flesh. His arm had clearly been shattered by some kind of heavy weapon. Blood poured out of the wound and pooled into a pool of bright red on the ground.

"That's what happens to the elves!" said Shomast's fat pig eyes peered through the railing. "He can't build anything anymore unless he gets a new hand! I, uh-" A huge millet deer rushed at Shomaste, forcing him to flee with his life.

Toude turned to the guy who was leading the deer. "Seston, you idiot!" Toude kicked him down.

Wade looked at the guy who had fallen to the ground, thinking it was a very short goblin. He later discovered that it was a valley dwarf wearing goblin armor.

The dwarf of the valley struggled to his feet, straightened his oversized helmet, grinned at the Shomaster who was walking at the front of the convoy, and began kicking mud in his direction.

This clearly made him feel better, as he quickly turned around and brought the slow-moving millet back to the group.

"My faithful friend," murmured Gypsy, who bent over to grasp the strong, swarthy hand of the blacksmith Telos.

"You sacrificed your precious life to prove your loyalty, and Telos looked at the elf with empty eyes, as if he couldn't hear his voice at all.

Gypsy tried to stop the bleeding from the wound, but blood kept pouring out of the wound, soaking the floor of the prison car.

The blacksmith's life was lost inch by inch in front of them.

"No," said Scarlet Moon, running to her knees beside the blacksmith. "He's not going to die, I'm a healer. ”

"Ma'am," said Isenas impatiently, "there is no healer on Candela who can help.

He was bleeding more than a dwarf's body! His pulse was so weak that I could barely feel it. The most merciful thing for him to do is for him to die quietly, and not to be disturbed by the rituals of you barbarians!

Scarlet Moon ignored his protests. She put her hand on Telos' forehead, closed her eyes and began to pray.

"Mishachai," she prayed, "Beloved goddess of medicine, shine your glory on this man.

If his life is not yet at the end of his life, please heal him so that he can continue on the path of truth. “

Gilthenus couldn't resist again, and he reached out to pull the Crimson Moon away. Then he stopped in surprise. The bleeding from the blacksmith's wound began to stop, and right before the elf's eyes, the flesh of the wound began to close gradually.

The warmth began to return to the blacksmith's dark skin, and his breathing became steady and serene, as if he had fallen into a peaceful slumber. There was a cacophony of admiration and discussion in the nearby prison car.

Robert looked around worriedly, fearing that any dragonman or goblin had noticed the scene, but fortunately they were too busy driving the unsociable millet deer into the convoy and had no time to pay attention to these little things.

Gilcenas retreated into his corner, looking thoughtfully at Crimson Moon.

"Wade, make a pile of straw," Robert instructed, "Calamon, you and Stone move him to a corner to rest. ”

"Take it," River Wind undid his cloak. "Cover him with this, so that he doesn't catch a cold. ”

Scarlet Moon sets up Telos and makes sure he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and returns to Riverwind's side.

The natural glow of holiness on her face dwarfed the dragonmen outside the prisoner car, as if they were imprisoned prisoners.

It was almost noon when the convoy hit the road. The goblin came over and threw some bread and minced meat into the prisoner's cart. No one, not even Calamon, could eat the sour minced meat, so they threw it away.

But because they hadn't eaten since last night, they devoured the bread with all their might. Quickly put his ranks in order, rode on his poor little horse, and gave the order to pull out.

The dwarf of the valley named Seston, followed Toud forward. Seeing the freshly thrown minced meat lying in the mud and filth outside the cart, the dwarves of the valley stopped and craved it into their mouths.

Each prisoner cart was towed by four deer. Two big goblins sat on a rudimentary wooden platform, one holding a warp rope and the other with a sword and a leather whip.

Tou De took the lead, followed by about fifty dragonmen in full armor and armor. There were twice as many goblins at the back of the group.

After a period of hard work and confusion, the convoy was finally on the road. The few remaining residents of Vero watched the convoy leave.

Even if there were their relatives inside, they uncharacteristically stopped saying goodbye, as if they had forgotten the past.

The faces inside and outside the iron railings are faces that can no longer feel any pain. Like Lena, they vowed never to shed a word again.