It's been two weeks since he left Certus, and Saran is very satisfied with the [Heart of the Fortress] mercenary group, confirming that this is the best decision he has made since he had experienced the raiding of the Goblin Bandits in the Cold Dew Hills. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For some unknown reason, the goblin robbers on the journey sprung up in clusters, often encountering several times a day, and the wolf-like eyes that glowed green because of hunger made everyone who begged for a living on the trade road feel furious.

However, the Manchez Merchant Regiment was very safe, and whenever a goblin bandit howled out of the trees, rocks, and river banks, the disciplined and well-equipped [Heart of the Fortress] mercenary group would send several warriors to meet the enemy, and then slaughter like a farmer harvesting wheat.

Seeing the goblin bandits being defeated so simply, Saran had fully confirmed how he felt when he first saw the [Stronghold Heart] mercenary group: this was a mercenary group composed entirely of guard-level warriors, and from this, Saran had more and more respect for Scott.

And this journey also gave Scott a clear understanding of the dimensional invasion, even if it was just close, the goblin race on the Roland continent would be enhanced in all aspects.

Whether it is in terms of reproduction speed, physique, intelligence, and desire to fight, the current goblins have completely surpassed the past, and seem to have evolved into a new race. Scott even saw goblin mages and goblin warlocks among the goblin robbers who attacked the caravans.

These combat professions, which require a high level of intelligence to be employed, apparently also prove Scott's conjecture.

However, during this journey, Scotter also gained a lot, two or three waves of goblin bandits every day gave a steady output of soul fragments as a fortress resource, and the number of fifty to one hundred per day allowed Scotter to accumulate a lot and build more fortress buildings.

However, being unable to get out of the caravan prevented Scott from returning to the fortress to build and summon more Immortal warriors.

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"Ahead is the middle point of this journey, the richest city in the middle of the kingdom of Manchez, [Terslan], which means the fiery land. ”

Riding beside Scott, Saran laughed heartily and introduced Scott.

In front of Scott was a vast basin covered with greenery, the crops grown by the farmer and the naturally growing Teslan's unique pasture: the Tesslan broadleaf grass.

In the center of the basin, a tall city made of white stone is lying quietly on its stomach like a white bull, as if it is quietly eating.

As the distance got closer, Scott realized that the city was not as harmless as it seemed.

Compared to the Chelts, the walls of the Teslan were much lower, but they had a wide moat that the Celtes did not have. The river is turbulent and turbulent, and it is obvious that there is a spring or a dark river at the bottom, and there is absolutely no danger of breaking the flow.

At the same time, the drawbridge over the moat was connected to a huge black iron chain, drawn by hinges hidden inside the walls, and in just a few minutes, the drawbridge was retracted, becoming the first line of defense of the city gates and cutting off the path of attack.

And when Scott passed through the city gate of Teslan, he naturally found that the main material of the city gate was a century-old purple willow wood soaked in tung oil, and the luster of metal was faintly visible in the middle, which obviously had the dual effect of preventing flame burning and rushing attacks.

As a veteran merchant group that often passed through Teslan, after handing out a bag of more than a dozen gold coins in Saran, and roughly inspecting the caravan's goods according to the custom, the caravan's carriage and horses drove into the city.

"Captain Ford, thank you for your protection on this journey. ”

"The caravan will be accommodating at the Teslan Merchant Post and conducting commercial transactions, which will take about three days, during which time you and your regiment will be free to move around, but on the morning of the third day, you will have to lead your mercenary group to the Inn, at which point we will begin our journey to the [Ice Rose] Tublues. ”

"No problem. ”

Scott needed such a period of time, after sending the merchant group to the commercial post in Teslan, Scott took the heroic warriors to charter an inn called [White House] not far from the commercial post station, and after instructing the inn attendants to deliver all the food to the door, someone would pick it up, and Scott couldn't wait to enter the fortress again.

Without any hesitation, Scott, who returned to the main building of the fortress, immediately began to build a gladiatorial arena, compared to the blacksmith shop, the gladiatorial arena is what Scott needs more at this moment, after all, at this moment, Scott does not have the extra resources to summon more Heroic Warriors, so further strengthening the combat power of the existing nineteen Heroic Warriors is the most urgent thing.

The same transparent structure appeared near the barracks castle, gradually revealing entities as soul fragments poured in. It is a circular building made of unknown black rock, with a bowl structure with a low interior and a high outside, with an auditorium made of the same black rock on the outermost part, and a flat ground paved with fine sand at the bottom of the bowl, where the warriors fought and displayed their skills.

At the moment when the arena was established, several pairs of warriors began to fight each other in the arena, and Scott in the audience clearly saw the faces of the heroic warriors belonging to the Heart of the Fortress mercenary group.

The ferocious attack, the stubborn fighting spirit, the splashing blood, and the wild roar were all about life and death, and soon one of the warriors was stabbed in the vital point, bleeding too much and falling to the ground.

Then there was a flash of white light, and Scott saw a fragment of his soul fly out of his body and merge into the gladiatorial arena, and the dead warrior slowly stood up in the white light, and the wounds on his body had fully recovered, and even his physical strength had returned to its best state.

At the bottom of the status catalog, there is another option: gladiatorial training for selected Heroic Spirits, which costs one soul fragment/day. (PS: The Lord of the Fortress also chooses to train himself in gladiatorial combat, which costs ten soul shards/day.) ）

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Walking leisurely along the wide road, Scott watched the pedestrians walk by him leisurely or hurriedly, enjoying a rare leisurely time.

Quietly retreating from the inn, Scott had already thrown all the Heroic Warriors of the Heart of the Fortress into the Colosseum for three days of training, and he was ready to relax.

From being reborn, to clearing out the goblin bandits in the cold dew hills, to building a barracks, forming the Heart of the Fortress mercenary group, and then carrying out a two-week caravan escort, Scott was already a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he desperately needed to relax his body and mind.

"The tavern looks good. ”

With a slight shake of the Dark Hand, Scott walked into the tavern called Stone Orchid. Perhaps due to the daytime, there were not many guests in the tavern, except for a strange figure in a black cloak holding a huge wine glass, sitting in the corner and sipping silently.

"Boss, have a glass of your special wine. ”

Tossing a Manchez, Scott let go of the hand of darkness and sat straight into the wooden highchair next to the bar.

"Okay. Hold on. ”

The tavernkeeper, who was wiping the wine glass, took the gold coin thrown by Scott lightly, glanced at it slightly, then took a large wooden wine glass from the shelf behind him, opened the oak barrel and scooped out a glass of golden wine, and pushed it in front of Scott.

"Please enjoy our special gin ale. ”

"It's a lot softer than ice blood, yes, yes. ”

Sipping gently on the wine in front of him, letting the silky liquid fall down his throat and into his stomach with a milky texture, Scotter was satisfied to compare it with Cheltes's specialty, but before half a glass of wine was down, a violent roar sounded on the other side of the tavern wall.

"Boom!"

As if bombarded by magic, the walls of the tavern were blasted into countless flying pieces, and on the collapsed walls, four paladins dressed in bright and heavy knightly armor, armed with shields and swords, slowly stepped in.

"The Temple of Justice captures the dark creatures, and the others please stay away for the time being, otherwise they will be regarded as accomplices of the dark creatures. ”

Looking at the radiant warhammer on the blue knight's shield with a scale-of-the-scale emblem on it, Scott's brow furrowed slightly.

As the paladin of Tyr, the god of justice, he must preside over justice and punish evil, which is the cognition of the vast majority of civilians on this continent. But what is evil? What is justice?

This is a very profound and extremely self-centered question.

As a former great blacksmith, Scott once heard of a scandalous incident in which a paladin of the God of Justice was promoted to the upper echelons of the Knights Templar only to discover that he had a habit of abusing and raising children in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, when the Templar Knights used the [Detect Evil] spell on him, the paladin's body flashed with a white light that represented purity and innocence.

After talking, the temple jury found that the paladin regarded the abuse and raising of children as a beautiful thing, and did not consider it evil, so he naturally had a clear conscience and could not be recognized by [Detecting Evil].

In this way, Scott has never dedicated his faith to the so-called good gods, and at this moment, as the lord of the fortress, Scott has taken the defense of the main material plane as his ideal and belief, and it is impossible to become a believer in the gods.

"Ten breaths have passed, and everyone who still stays in the tavern will be killed!"

Without a word, two of the four paladins rushed towards Scott, while the paladin in charge rushed to the cloak figure sitting in the corner of the tavern with the other person.

"Dingding!"

"Ding. ”

Calmly raised the [Dark Hand] next to him with one hand and gently parried, Scott sat on the high chair and sipped the golden ale, but his eyes were looking at the battle in the corner.