Chapter VI

It was night, on a plain south of the city of Odin.

The Black Iron Rose Chamber of Commerce is pausing for repairs.

People who are tired all day are resting around a dozen fires, or eating barbecue soup, or closing their eyes to recuperate.

"Smack. ”

The broken firewood in the fire brought Harry back to his senses, and he hurriedly picked another piece of wood from the side and put it back in.

"What, still remembering that afternoon?"

At this time, Brian took a bowl of hot soup and sat down next to Harry.

"Brother Brian, I'm sorry, I didn't expect Uncle Claude to stop that bastard. Harry said, looking at the fire.

"If Mr. Claude speaks to stop him, then he is not a man on either side. Brian took a sip of the hot soup and said slowly.

"Not people on either side?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"No matter how shameless Marco is, he is also a member of the Chamber of Commerce, if Mr. Claude spoke out to stop Marco at that time, what do you think the other guards will think?"

"And even if Mr. Claude speaks, what do you think Marko will divide those cores equally?"

"Are you going to let these bastards do this in the future?" said Harry, looking hatefully at Marco and the others not far away.

At this time, Marco and several of his descendants took out a lot of wine from somewhere, and drank it without hesitation.

The Black Iron Rose Chamber of Commerce clearly stated that during the Chamber of Commerce's mission, all stewards and guards were not allowed to drink, and Marco and the others were still laughing loudly while drinking.

Some of the mercenaries who were close could only dare to look at them angrily, and thanks to the 'blessings' of a few of them, Claude and Harry also suffered from the eyes of the other mercenaries.

"Bear with me. Mr. Claude should have a way. Brian patted Harry on the shoulder and walked off to rest.

Marco's purpose he had guessed a little bit was nothing more than to get enough say in the next few days. That's why they provoke the hatred of the mercenaries and the Black Iron Rose Chamber of Commerce.

In this case, Claude should not want to command anyone else, except for a few guards he has led. Although not all the remaining guards will listen to him, as long as he takes out a part of the spoils and gives a little to the other guards, then he can take those demon cores for himself and appease the complaints of the other guards.

This is not a small amount, if there are a few more demonic beasts like the Earth Storm Bear, the magic core alone should be able to sell hundreds of gold coins. Because of this, those mercenaries' resentment towards Black Iron Rose was even deeper.

However, this involves the internal struggle of the Black Iron Rose Chamber of Commerce, and Brian doesn't have much to say. This is one of the reasons why Marco repeatedly provoked, and Brian couldn't help but do nothing. After all, he is also the person Claude found, and once he makes a move, he represents Claude's position.

Of course, if Mr. Claude asked for his help, he would do so. Although he is only a junior Star Mage, against an intermediate Star Mage like Marco who has not received training as an orthodox battle mage, although it cannot be said that he is sure to win, he should have the strength to fight.

Lying on a slightly clean dirt floor, Brian's thoughts had already flown to the previous monsters.

It is obviously not a coincidence that there will be magical beasts in such a place, and there will be several at once.

And the death of those earth storm bears is really too weird, the last moment they were extremely brave, but the next moment it seemed to consume all their vitality, and they were killed in two or three hits.

This situation reminded Brian of some people who overused hyperactive drugs, as if they had advanced their lives.

The Earth Storm Bear obviously doesn't have this ability, so if you say that, could it be that someone is secretly doing something to these magical beasts, but what is the purpose of these people doing this?

Also, what is the strange picture of myself that seems to see time stand still......

Brian thought about it and fell asleep.

The night breeze blew, and the camp fell into silence, except for a few guards and mercenaries who were on guard outside, and even a few of the guards who were drunk fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Brian's ears!

"Who!?"

Brian opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the dagger beside him, and looked around half-crouched.

only to find that the people around him were still asleep.

But Brian knew very well that someone had just shouted in his ear.

Be careful?

Brian remembered the sound and looked around, already realizing that something was wrong.

The guards who were supposed to sit on guard on a few rocks on the periphery in the distance had disappeared, and more importantly, he could smell a faint smell of blood from the air!

"Enemy attack!"

Brian shouted!

And almost at the same time, a voice suddenly sounded from the periphery that resounded throughout the camp!

"Kill!"

The next moment, there were many figures in the distance, as if countless figures rushed over.

"Ahh

"It's a bandit!"

"We are surrounded!"

As soon as they opened their eyes, the others didn't have time to figure out the situation around them, and screams rang out one after another, and they panicked instantly.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, an arrow burst through the darkness and struck one of the bandits in the face, pinning him firmly to a tree.

"Don't be afraid! There aren't many of them!"

Brian put away his longbow and shouted.

The most important thing for these guards and mercenaries now is not to take up arms and fight, but to figure out the current situation.

There weren't many bandits surrounding their convoy, not even a third of their total number, but the bandits took advantage of the darkness of the night and the unpreparedness of the convoy to catch them off guard, and if the mercenaries and guards could see the situation quickly, then they wouldn't be afraid.

Although Brian had never been a soldier, he also understood the meaning of the phrase "defeat is like a mountain".

If the convoy does form a rout, then there is no end to anything. The sobriety and strength of a person, in this convoy, can be said to be insignificant at all.

And thanks to Brian's drink, the other mercenaries and guards immediately came to their senses, and they quickly picked up the weapons that could be used around them, and some of the mercenaries even directly picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the bandits with all their might, the purpose was to try to buy time for the other companions.

And seeing this situation, Brian's heart was also relieved.

At least, now that he has stabilized his position, then he doesn't need to worry about anything else.

He re-drew his bowstring and aimed it at a bandit trying to get to the left!

"Whoosh!"

This time, instead of hitting the bandit in the chest, as Brian had hoped, the bow missed slightly, hitting the other man's right shoulder.

However, even if they didn't deal a fatal blow to the other party, the bandits, who were expected to be hit so hard, should have temporarily lost their ability to fight.

With that in mind, Brian set up his bow and arrows and aimed at the other bandits.

But at this time, the bandit, who had been pierced through almost the entire right shoulder, screamed, grabbed the end of the bow and arrow with one hand, roared wildly, and pulled it out with all his might!

Blood gushed out of his wounds as if he didn't want money!

Instead, he clenched the scimitar in his hand again, and rushed towards one of the guards with red eyes!

This is!?

Brian's eyes widened, and he quickly swept around, finding that almost all of the bandits were actually bloodshot with bloodshot eyes at this moment, as if they couldn't detect the injuries or pain on their bodies, and rushed towards the rest of the convoy!