On the wasteland, on the dry dirt road, a caravan is moving slowly, more than a dozen cars, but there is a mercenary team of dozens of people to protect it, everyone is talking while walking, it seems to be talking about the profits of this time, many people have a smile on their faces.

On the hill in the distance behind him, a group of cavalry silently appeared. The cavalry spears were shiny, the armor was bright, and they silently watched the caravan ahead. They are not ordinary bandits at all, they are regular troops.

A man who looked like a general turned his head to look at the magician beside him, and suddenly asked, "Are you sure?"

"That's right!" the magician nodded, gesturing at the caravan, "It's on someone in that caravan." ”

The general reached out and drew the saber at his waist and pointed it at the sky. As he moved, all the cavalrymen held their breath and watched as the bright saber swung downwards and pointed at the caravan: "Kill!"

Boom, as if igniting the fire of the cavalry regiment, hundreds of cavalry began a massive charge towards the caravan.

Hearing the sound of the hooves of the large group of men and horses rushing from behind, before the guys of the caravan at the back had time to react to what was happening, the sharp cavalry spears of the cavalry had already penetrated several guys at the rear. With the death of these guys, the mercenaries took up their weapons very fiercely and began to face these crazy cavalry, everyone's eyes were bursting with red light, as if they were not facing regular cavalry, but a group of rabble.

"Let's go!" someone shouted suddenly, and then, a figure appeared from the caravan like a ghost, and jumped directly onto the horse that looked the most miraculous at the front of the caravan. The big man shook his hands, and the war horse under his crotch shot out like an arrow.

Not far in front of the wasteland is the border of the principality on the other side, and as long as they rush across the border, the army behind them will not be able to help themselves, unless they want to provoke a war. However, even if they dare to provoke a war, as long as what they have on them is revealed, the army of the principality here will escort him to a safe place like protecting the king.

The border is already in sight, and the public [***] team over there has also seen his strange ride. Whoosh, the war horse rushed through the border of the principality over there, and the cavalry team behind him was still rushing towards this side frantically.

"Those spices and demon cores are all the property of the principality!" the big man shouted, and the army here seemed to react, and quickly formed a protective formation to protect him. Since this guy said so, it means that the batch of goods worth tens of thousands of dollars behind him belongs to the army here, or rather, the group of people in front of him.

"Stop! do you want to provoke a war?" the leader who got the cargo shouted at the rushing cavalry, as if to stop them with the threat of war.

"Hand over that man and what is on him, or I will give you war now!" The general's words did not have the slightest room for maneuvering, and the cavalry did not have any intention of slowing down at all. As the general spoke, a figure had risen into the air.

"Magician!" Looking at the crazy cavalry rushing over and the figures in the air, the leader screamed in surprise and quickly left his position, for fear of blocking the path of those cavalry. When the soldiers behind him saw it, they immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, exposing the big man behind him.

Dahan just thought he was safe, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but shout: "You fools, do you know what I'm carrying?" Unfortunately, he only shouted out this sentence, and the rest of the words could no longer be spoken.

"Whew!" There was an abrupt sound, and immediately the big man only felt a pain in his body, but he didn't feel much severe pain. It's just that the war horse under him suddenly weakened his legs and slowly fell to the ground.

At this time, the big man on the horse felt a sharp pain in his body, and the blood lines in his chest became more and more obvious. Realizing this, he couldn't help but scream, and then his voice was suddenly cut off, and his upper body rolled down so abruptly, bleeding all over the ground.

The figure of the magician suddenly appeared behind him, and he looked at the corpse of the guy suspended in the air, snorted coldly, leaned over him and searched carefully. After a few moments, a piece of hide, which looked like a legging, was removed from his leg. Holding this animal skin, the magician took out a broken magic scroll from his chest, and the two were put together, and they were perfectly matched.

"Did you find it?" Behind him came the sound of horses' hooves and the general's anxious questioning.

"Found it! the second one!" the magician held up the hides and scrolls in his hand for the general to see. Both hands clutched the hides and scrolls tightly, as if they were grasping some rare treasure. Fingers kept rubbing over the logo on the scroll.

"There's another one, I'm afraid I can't catch it back. The general also stared closely at the marker, and his eyes were equally eager, as if looking at a large number of gold coins and a large group of beauties. With a wave of his hand: "Withdraw!" The cavalry behind him, neatly lined up in a marching queue, returned to the other side of the border. On the road, there was a large pile of cars with huge loads of goods and corpses in one place.

"Master, what do you mean, this sign of Master Antonio?" The general and the magician drove their horses side by side, and on the horse, the general couldn't help but be curious, and asked the magician carefully.

"I don't know. The magician replied bluntly, looking down at the sign, "Maybe it's some strange magic pattern!"

The sign that the magician's finger rubbed was a golden circle, which contained a large number of so-called magic patterns in the magician's mouth, and if you looked closely, it was a Chinese "Han" character, a standard calligraphy, very neat.

In the palace of the national capital, the general fell to the ground with a grunt, kowtowing frantically to His Majesty the King who was high above.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is incompetent, and only two of the three stolen scroll bases have been recovered. The general in charge was very unwilling to accept such an outcome, but the situation was not under his control, and no matter how angry he was, it would be useless, and he could only tell the truth to His Majesty the king carefully.

"Pop", a finely carved tea bowl turned into pieces at his feet, and a majestic female voice suddenly descended as if it were substance: "Do you Praetorian Guards all eat dry food?

However, Your Majesty, the more angry she is, the more calm she is, this is known to everyone, she rarely loses her calmness of thinking because she is angry, and she is so calm that it is frightening.

"The escort team responsible for taking care of the base of the scroll, the team leader, the dead! team members, all sent to the battlefield, will atone for their crimes!" His Majesty's voice immediately came, and began to announce the punishment of those responsible for this incident: "Your subordinates are responsible for tracking, and the team that retrieves the scroll will be increased by one level, and the whole team will be rewarded with one hundred gold coins." If you don't find it, all of them will go to the battlefield to reflect!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The general didn't dare to say anything else, besides, meritorious service will be rewarded, and mistakes will be punished, this is an iron law in the army, and His Majesty handled it very fairly.

"The magician guarding the base of the scroll!" When His Majesty spoke, several magicians all looked submissive, and when they heard His Majesty's topic turn to the magician, the leading magician hurriedly took the initiative to say the result of the punishment: "Your Majesty, they are derelict in their duties, and they will be punished for going to the battlefield with the members of the escort team to atone for their crimes." ”

"Pass my orders!" His Majesty seemed to be satisfied with the magician's disposition, and soon began to announce new orders.

Hearing that His Majesty was about to issue an order, everyone, including those ministers on both sides, cheered up and listened, for fear of missing a word.

"Master Antonio's scroll base, no matter what grade, is now included in the national strategic resources, and the theft, sale, and transporter are privately stolen, sold, and transported directly to the gallows!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" shouted in unison. No one dared to persuade at this time, for fear of angering His Majesty again.

"Wait!" His Majesty suddenly changed his words: "It's too slow to go to the gallows, once discovered, kill him on the spot! The person who stole the base of the scroll, after finding out, will punish him of the nine clans!"

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