Amid the sound of the wheels of the carriages, Leo mingled with the caravan bound for the province of Kodoin, constantly chatting with the small merchants of the caravan, and learning about this other world from the mouths of these well-informed small merchants who traveled from south to north. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info chatting and chatting, suddenly another hint appeared at the bottom of Leo's eye socket: Your hero Feng Xifan killed the butler Norman Streich, you got 1 point of god pleasure, please keep up the good work.

Leo looked back in surprise at Feng Xifan, who was following behind him without hurry, looking drowsy and listless, no matter who looked at him, he was a non-threatening old servant, and he never imagined that he would kill the housekeeper of the house so silently.

However, Leo could also guess that Feng Xifan must have made a move because of the butler's rude attitude towards him, but when did he make a move? How could the butler die at this time? Leo felt a little confused, but it was Leo's good habit to ask if he didn't understand.

"Back to the young master, when I went out, I ordered his death hole, and he will definitely die in twenty-four hours. The butler died after we were out of the city, and even if they were suspicious, there was no evidence. How could these Western barbarians understand the subtlety of my Eastern martial arts?"

Feng Xifan was slightly surprised that Li Ao was able to detect his move, but it was just the death of a person who was disrespectful to the young master, in Feng Xifan's heart, he didn't take this seriously, and even explained to Li Ao with a little pride.

After listening to Feng Xifan's explanation, Leo felt a pang in his heart, it seems that this old man is really ruthless and will be revenged.

The caravan they were part of was organized by a medium-sized chamber of commerce, and a large number of small merchants were drawn up, who were concerned about the efficiency and safety of transportation. Along the way, except for camping and resting at night, I almost always kept hurrying, even for lunch, I ate while hurrying. Li Ao studied archaeology at the time, and followed his mentor to investigate and study in the desert dunes of the deep mountains and old forests all the year round, Feng Xifan is a martial arts person, and sleeping in the open is commonplace, which is not a problem, and this journey has gone from the southernmost part of the Varu Empire to the northernmost one, and the customs along the way have indeed opened the eyes of Leo and Feng Xifan, and their behavior has become more and more integrated into this environment.

During the day, Leo exercised his physical fitness by hurrying, and every night Feng Xifan would explain the basics of martial arts while massaging Leo with internal force massage to relieve fatigue. In this way, five days had passed, and the caravan had traveled most of the way, and on this night, after the caravan had camped in an open field, the exhausted merchants and their guards hurriedly finished their dinner, and then returned to their tents to sleep with their heads covered.

In Leo's tent, Feng Xifan said while massaging Leo: "Young Master, we have entered the province of Kodoin, and the caravan will head east to Silvermoon City tomorrow, so we have to break away from the caravan and continue to go north, I am afraid that the road behind will be even harder." ”

Before Feng Xifan's words fell, his eyes suddenly widened, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he said to Li Ao in a positive voice: "Young master, something is wrong, I'm afraid there will be an enemy attack." ”

Hearing Feng Xifan's words, Li Ao hadn't reacted yet, and glanced at Feng Xifan with questions, how could there be an enemy attack?

Feng Xifan untied the thin sword tied to his backpack, tied it back to his waist, and explained to Leo: "Just now, the insects and birds around the camp stopped together, obviously someone approached the camp, and it is likely that the thieves have already touched the vicinity of the camp. ”

Before Leo could react, he heard several arrows breaking through the air, followed by the screams and warning roars of the caravan guards.

Leo followed Feng Xifan out of the tent, only to see that the camp was in chaos, the caravan guards rushed out of the tent one after another, with the carriage in the outer circle of the camp to form a defensive circle, and the guards on duty at night resisted the incoming enemy, the sound of ping-pong swords and the roars and screams of the guards sounded again and again. The camp was full of disheveled, helpless merchants, who shivered like quails and gathered together as if they would feel safer with each other.

The head of the medium-sized chamber of commerce that organized the caravan jumped to his feet in the crowd and shouted, "What's going on? How can there be a large bandof thieves in the empire, and those city patrols are all dead?"

A fat merchant beside Leo glanced at the head of the Chamber of Commerce, and muttered in a sad face: "It's too late to say anything, if the thieves attack us, we will all die." ”

Growing up, it was the first time Leo had encountered such a large-scale attack, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Seeing that Leo was flustered and ugly at this time, Feng Xifan gently patted Leo on the shoulder with a palm, and a thick and warm internal force penetrated Leo's chest and abdomen, Leao's spirit couldn't help but lift, and his mind gradually calmed down.

"Young master, please rest assured, even if the old slave does his best, he will protect the young master thoroughly. Feng Xifan completely lost that cold expression at this time, and his face was full of loyalty, and the businessman next to him was envious of Leo for having such a good servant in times of crisis.

After calming down from the initial panic, Leo looked at the shadows of the fighting figures reflected in the torches around him, and felt that everything was as if it were the plot of a movie or a novel, so unreal, it was really hard to imagine that he had suddenly come from a civilized society to a blood-drinking and barbaric world.

As if looking for a psychological support, Leo subconsciously held the arena ornament hanging on his chest, and a prompt immediately sounded in his mind: The host and the novice legion have not been summoned, should they be summoned immediately?

Summon! Summon, Summon!" Leo shouted in his heart.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to summon the Legion of the Gods, both to keep yourself safe and to gain the Gods' Pleasure Points by battling the Bandits.

Unlike the roulette wheel that appears when summoning heroes, this time there is no flashy process, just another line of hints appearing under Leo's eye sockets: randomly get a Roman light infantry squad (10 people), this summoning is free for novices, and legion members are permanent.

I saw a stirring in the small camping tent behind Leo, and Roman infantry dressed in simple half-length armor and armed with round shields and short swords came out of Leo's small tent and lined up behind Leo.

"Salute you, Captain of the Roman legionnaires, Oryx, my master!" said one of the Roman infantry officers with a high-crowned helmet, slamming his right hand to his chest and saluting Leo.

The fat merchant who was close to Leo opened his mouth wide and looked at the soldiers who suddenly came out of the tent in surprise, his eyes kept looking at the cramped camping tent behind Leo and the ten strong soldiers, and he really couldn't figure out how such a small tent could hold so many soldiers.

"Now that our camp is under attack by bandits, the situation is critical, and I order you to strike immediately and kill the thieves!" Leo ordered.

"Obey your will, and be willing to fight for you!" the Roman infantry shouted in unison, led by the detachment leader Olix, with their round shields raised and slaughtered outside the camp.

The momentum of the Roman infantry's attack alarmed the panicked merchants, who looked at the soldiers who suddenly appeared in the camp with surprise and joy on their faces.

"Can anyone tell me where these soldiers came from?" muttered the head of the Chamber of Commerce, dumbfounded.

"Well, it seems to have come out of the tent of the noble young man. The fat merchant came up and shared what he had seen.

Only then did the head of the Chamber of Commerce notice Leo and the old servant behind him.

"It's not ...... This is the second son of the Kovinas family, right!?The one nicknamed the Imperial Capital Waste?" The head of the Chamber of Commerce naturally knows Leo.

"Oh. It turned out to be a nobleman, no wonder he went out with a team of elite soldiers to escort him!" the merchant said self-righteously.

The presence of Roman infantry was good news for the caravan, but bad news for the bandits.

The brave Roman infantry rushed into the battle, blocking the thieves' attacks with a round shield in their left hand, and then swung their opponent's weapons with force, followed sideways forward, and the short sword in their right hand stabbed straight out from the edge of the round shield.

The caravan guards fought hard after being besieged by the thieves, because they knew that whether they escaped or abandoned their weapons and surrendered, it was a dead end, and it was just the difference between returning to the city and being hanged after being tried or being wiped out by the thieves.

Just when the caravan guards were in despair, the sudden slaughter of a group of soldiers was like a long drought for them, and a cheer burst out from the mouths of the guards, and under the lead of the Roman infantry, the caravan guards also mustered up the last trace of strength and fought hard against the thieves.

Seeing that the battle trend between the caravan and the thieves was reversed, in a forest outside the caravan camp, a leader of thieves dressed in black with a beard and a beard looked at the Roman infantry who cooperated with the tacit understanding and killing on the battlefield in the camp, and said to himself with a shocked face: "It's actually a regular army, shouldn't it, where did these soldiers come from?"

Next to the leader of the thieves was a sneaky thin man and said to him: "Hmph! It's just a second son, I didn't expect it to be so deeply hidden! Leader Griman, your Wildfire Thieves have agreed to the young master's commission, so it must be completed." ”

Griman glared at the thin man in black, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and said viciously: "Done, finish a fart! This is all your intelligence error, you see how long it has been, my thieves are almost dead, what do you let me do with it!"

The thin man was strangled by Griman's big hand, and said with difficulty as he struggled: "Griman, don't forget that this is the young master's order! Do you dare to offend a powerful nobleman and magician? Have you forgotten who forgave you and made you where you are today?"

The thin man's words were like a basin of cold water poured on Gryman's head, he gritted his teeth and threw the thin man to the ground with an unwilling face, and pulled out his two-handed giant sword in the thin man's cough, and threw down a sentence coldly: "After I killed the-stirring stick of the Covinus family, I have nothing to do with your young master, and I don't owe each other anything!"

With that, Griman rushed to the camp battlefield with his greatsword in both hands.