In the blink of an eye, the little bean cake in his hand had been licked clean, and the hungry donkey flicked its tail and finally moved obediently. Durag led it behind a bush and looked across the branch. I saw a war horse carrying people out of the poplar forest and rushed directly into the river.

The seemingly turbulent river did not reach the horse's ankles, and large splashes of water splashed around in response to the sound of hooves. The horse, as if frightened by this, raised its front hooves and leaped to the side, throwing off the hunched man.

Seeing that the man who fell into the river was wearing a military uniform, his face was facing the water, and he seemed to be completely unconscious, he hurriedly ran over. He dripped through the water and dragged the guy who had become a chicken in the soup, and it took a lot of effort to finally get the man up to the riverbank.

The guy who was fished up lay still on his stomach like a dead dog, only a slight undulation on his chest and back. The situation made Durag frown. He grabbed the arm of the soup chicken and pulled it back, until he fell to the ground with all his strength, and then turned the person on his back and faced the sky. But the ensuing scene made him dripping with cold sweat in an instant—the chest of the soup chicken was curled up as if it had been burned, and half of the skin and flesh exposed in it were burnt black, and under this terrifying appearance, there were gaps that ordinary people could not see meandering on their chests, as if they were tentacles sticking out of the abyss.

"Which pig did this?" Durag muttered to himself. The Chicken had apparently been hit by some negative magic, and the energy remaining on his wound had completely deprived him of its ability to heal itself. Right now, there are only two ways to save him. One is to remove all the eroded flesh and skin on his body, but the wound on his chest is too large, and this method is tantamount to secondary injury. As for the second way, it is to use magic to trap the troubled energy back into the void.

Thinking of this, Durag pressed his hands to the wounded man's chest, and he whispered a spell as he listened to the resonance in the air. After about a cup of tea, the unconscious guy grabbed him by the arm, and the man "Creed" gave a vague name. Durag was startled by this sudden action, and he was about to ask for clarification, when he suddenly noticed another man coming from the other side of the river, with bows at a distance, and obviously ill-intentioned.

Seeing this, Durag instinctively got up and retreated, but the guy lying on the ground grabbed his ankle again, and this pull immediately caused him to fall to the ground. The group of men who were chasing from the other side were amused by this "cowardly" act, and they shot a few arrows in laughter, and stuck to the ground with Durag.

"Stay there or I'll shoot you!" shouted a guy in a turban, smirking and letting off another arrow, grazing Durag's scalp and flying out.

Durag looked at his ankle, which was still being clung to, and his face turned red and white. After a short time, the group of people who came after him arrived, and he and the soup chicken were all searched, and the money bag left by Astut was quickly taken into the arms of one person, and the black gold license he carried close to him made several people show a solemn look. They leaned their heads and whispered for a while, and then returned the black gold license.

"From Mufa City?" asked the guy with the turban. He frowned, his previous frivolous appearance as a threat was completely gone. But this sounded knowingly to Durag, he pursed the corners of his mouth and cursed in a low voice, this time, but the guy was enraged, he flew up and kicked over, and the guy who seemed to be the leader of the group hurriedly dragged him back.

"How many times have I said your temper? The man patted his accomplice's chest in disgust and crouched down in front of Durag.

"Hello friend, my name is Samuel, I think I can call you Durag, right?" the guy who called himself Samuel pointed to the side of the black gold license engraved with Dulag's name, birth date, and other information.

"You call it that, can I change my name?" asked Durag, sarcastically. He was afraid that the other party was too powerful, and they were all armed with weapons, so he finally didn't throw out all the swear words that came to mind.

Samuel smiled, "Then I'm not pretending to be polite, why are you here?" he pulled out a short knife and slashed it at Durag's neck, the cold light from the blade that made Dulag's eyes narrow.

"As far as I know, the lackeys of the army have set up checkpoints on the main road in and out of Tabor, and there are only two types of people who can enter and exit here, one is friends who are sincere in joining the Protectorate, and our men will try to help them get through the checkpoint...... The other is the person who was deliberately let go by the army, friend, don't you look like your own people?"

"Protectors, I think you're a gang of robbers, do you want my life?" said Durag angrily.

"No, no, no, I don't think you know us very well, compared to the army, we have not oppressed the poor, and we have not colluded with foreigners...... Believe me, if we had the choice, we wouldn't have a hard time with the people in the Academy...... I mean, if you're not going to talk about what you're doing, then we're going to have to do something to be on the safe side. As he spoke, Samuel pressed the dagger to Durag's neck.

The cold touch made Durag shiver unconsciously, and he secretly licked his lower molars, "I have a black gold license, and I stuffed some money for the people at the checkpoint, and they let me pass." ”

"Well, this card issued to mages by the academy is very useful, but you still don't seem to explain why you're here, right?" Samuel pressed the blade down.

"I'm here to persuade a fool to get out of here!" Durag roared. He saw Samuel raise his chin and sit and wait, trying to suppress his anger, "He's a distant relative of mine, an uninformed hillbilly, who has had a brain problem, and he was at home eating dry rice a while ago......"

"And then?"

Durag took a deep breath. The nonsense just now really needs to be studied in detail, and it can be said that it is all true, but these words are teasing Ikko, making him laugh a little, "I think he thinks he has found a way to make money, and he plans not to rely on me to help, this fool...... I actually followed the southerners to the battlefield to pick up waste, don't die!"

"You're kind. Samuel looked back at his accomplices, and one of them bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "The convoy of southerners did come, but there were not enough people at the time, only a few of their horses were stolen, and one of them was missing, and it was likely that he was caught by mistake." ”

Samuel nodded, "That makes sense." He patted Durag on the cheek with the back of his knife.