"I understand!" Alan held the black steel sword sideways and looked at the crowd around him, "You want clothes, daggers, axes, this sword, plus the lifeblood of the three of us, right?"

"But you don't seem to be willing!" said a large, burly man from the bushes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he seemed to be sluggish, wearing a rusty iron armor, holding an equally rusty iron axe in his left hand and a wooden stick with spikes in his right hand. He walked awkwardly towards the three men under the tree, dangling the rusty axe on his right hand as he walked, as if to show off. "Come out!" he shouted as he walked up to the three of them and rushed behind him.

For a while, those figures just now surrounded one after another. Only one man had an iron sword, sharpened but open-minded, while the others wielded scythes, sticks, and pitchforks, and the armor on their bodies was also uneven, and Alan even saw the scythe coat of arms of the Iron Forest Army on a tall and thin man, but the number of enemies was at least more than twenty.

"Twenty-three, man. Sersi had been forced back to cling to the trunk, but in the middle was a red-haired wizard who was about to be crushed.

"I, I can't breathe, big, sir. Steven still clutched Selsey's belt as if he were holding a straw.

"Shut up, soon you'll never be able to breathe again!" Sersi yelled at the imp as he poked his companion with his elbow.

"Don't move! Don't move yet!" Alan raised the black steel sword above his head and said very quickly, "I'm Alan Dalton, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of Nippel, and this is El Si, the commander of the Union Infantry Regiment next to me, who is the leader of you, come out and talk!"

"Distant friends, Nipur has been drowned!" said the man who had the head, and the rusty axe and stick in his hand made a dull sound, "and you, a one-eyed man, who didn't even have a surname, must have been a slave in the past, right? Then why did you hang out with the nobles? Could it be that the slave owner made you a slave head?"

The crowd immediately burst into laughter, and mockery erupted like thunder.

The axe and thorn stick in the man's hand struck again, and the crowd fell silent again. "Do you want to know how to die?" he poked Sersi's bald head with the barbed stick, "For the sake of the former slaves, I can let you choose first, and as for this nobleman named Dalton, he can only ....."

Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew in, and the big man fell to the ground with a sound from the back of his head, followed by the neighing of horses and the familiar sound of swords unsheathed.

Seeing this, Alan swung his sword and slashed at the head of a man, and as the man's head flew out, a group of knights with horses and spears sprang out from behind the trees.

The war seemed to be over before it had even begun, and all that remained was the fleeing crowd, eyebrow-low arrows, spears piercing the blood of human heads, and a middle-aged knight in a white robe and a sword in his hand.

He dismounted beside the three, his gaze resolute and powerful. "You two, you're not hurt, are you?"

Eren habitually took two steps back, looking at the knight in front of him. The man was dressed in silver armor, which shone in the reflection of the sun, and his white cloak was fastened to his left shoulder with a coat of arms resembling the shape of the sun, and behind the hilt of his sword, there was also a three-dimensional ball in the shape of a sun, dark red, which should be some precious metal. "Thanks, who are you?" he asked.

"Don't be nervous, friend from afar. The knight withdrew his saber back into its scabbard, a half-smile on his resolute cheek, "I'm the Captain of the Border Guard of Sunlight City, Maurice Adam. ”

"Sunlight City?" Selsi frowned as Steven burst out from behind him.

"Oh, there's another one here. The middle-aged knight said as he looked at the red-haired wizard who appeared.

"This is the Sunshine City realm?" Alan asked, frowning.

"This is the border of your, but to be precise, this forest belongs to the city of Nikko. The middle-aged knight turned his head to look at the returning soldiers, and then turned back, "I'm so sorry to have frightened you in my jurisdiction. Excuse me, are these three merchants from Assyria?"

"Why do you think we're Assyrians?" said Allen, sheathing his black steel sword.

"Accent," said the knight, "I traveled to Assyria before I was knighted, and your lingua franca accent is very much like that of the Assyrians. ”

"We're sorry to disappoint you, we're Nipur fugitives. Alan craned his eyebrows and shrugged.

"I don't think a fugitive would carry such a beautiful sword. The middle-aged knight beckoned to the soldiers beside him, and smiled even more, "If you don't dislike it, would you like to go to my station for a night's rest?" The nearest town is also a day's horse journey from here, and the three of them don't have horses to travel, presumably, this is not the first time you have encountered bandits, right?"

"Best," Alan said, taking the reins from one of the soldiers, "Captain Morris, are bandits rampant around here?"

"The bandits are all yours. The middle-aged knight said.

"Your national faith..... It's very simple. Alan spun on his horse and said a mixed word.

"It's really your, Your Excellency. The middle-aged knight apparently understood what he meant, and as he spun on his horse, he explained, "They have recently engaged in a coup d'état, Lord Namu is dying, and his eldest son is vying for the throne with the priests of the Seminary. ”

"What does this have to do with the bandits?" said Sersi turned on his horse, and Steven pulled him on.

"Whether it's a power struggle or a war, who else can be pitiful? Of course, it's the city people. The middle-aged knight drove his horse forward, "When the life of hunger comes, they can only do such things, or they will starve to death." He looked back at the soldiers behind him, and then added, "Of course, we are still suffering, and we must guard the border day and night." ”

They rode north for a long time in the wilderness, then turned around and rode west for a while.

Alan saw the largest tree he had ever seen in his life. The trunk was nearly seven feet wide, and its branches and foliage were so wide that it enveloped almost the entire camp underneath, and the so-called camp was just a few sparse cowhide tents on the mound, and it was not at all the same as the Eridu Border Guard.

Morris's tent was a little more spacious, but not much larger than that of an ordinary soldier, with a white flag fluttering on the long pole at the door, the flag embroidered with the sun coat of arms in red thread, and a long folding table made of original pine wood inside, half of which was a sand table from a nearby map, the other half of which contained several cups and flasks, and a single bed inside, and nothing else.

"It's a pity I don't have any good wine to entertain you," said Morris, turning over the glass on the table with one hand and taking the flask with the other, "Come, sit down, three, and taste the cheap wine of the Poor Sour Knight." ”

"Captain, you're back!" a young man in a white robe lifted the curtain and his gaze rested on the three strangers.