Caesar's figure suddenly flashed, and the electric light that accompanied his figure seemed to fade a little. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The transparent blue light makes people feel a little chilled to watch.

I only heard the sound of the current ringing clearly in the dark night.

And just as the dagger of the man in black was about to slash through, Caesar's electric light swept through the air one step ahead.

"Click!"

Another crunch.

The dagger swung out by the man in black was also instantly broken by the sword of thunder in Caesar's hand.

The man in black also reacted extremely quickly.

Almost as soon as the dagger broke, it immediately stepped back.

But Caesar's speed was not to be underestimated.

When the man in black had the idea of retreating, Caesar reached out with his left hand, and a spike formed by the convergence of electricity suddenly pierced out of Caesar's left palm.

With a flash of blue light, the spikes pierced the chest of the man in black.

"Poof!"

The man in black spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at the electric light that pierced his chest in surprise, and lost his breath of life in the next second, and fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

The electric light in his palm vanished, and Caesar looked at the other end of the campfire again.

The two men in black who fought with Morton don't know when they had fled back into the deep night.

Until this time, the strangeness in Caesar's heart was a little more prevalent.

He quietly glanced at Moulton, who had experienced the battle with the two black-clad men, but was still not red and breathless.

I just feel that there is something else strange in this matter.

But it didn't make him suspect anyone's motives at the moment.

This time, the caravan was almost all about the basics, after all, Start City was not a rich place.

As everyone knows, the Fergus family only used this trade route to report on the life-saving grace of that region to their ancestors. To a large extent, it is not too much to say that it is "disaster relief".

How could such a caravan be the target of such well-trained thieves?

This puzzled Caesar.

Putting aside the doubts in her mind for a moment, Caesar looked back at Erin, who was still holding back tears.

I saw Erin, who was out of danger, standing there vividly, holding the beautifully crafted staff tightly in her hand, full of grievances written on her face.

But even so, the little girl was still fighting the tears in her eyes for the last time.

Caesar looked at Erin's cute appearance and couldn't help but reach out and touch her emerald green hair.

Recalling the battle just now, he was deeply impressed by Erina's stubbornness that would rather die than retreat.

I didn't expect her to have such an awareness at a young age.

Caesar touched Erin's head and said with a smile:

"Erin, remember, sometimes stepping back doesn't mean throwing in the towel, just looking for a better opportunity. There are advances and retreats, this is the real way to fight, you know?"

Erin listened intently to Caesar's words and nodded heavily.

It seems that he also wants to take the opportunity of nodding to shake off the tears that are standing in his eyes.

The battle just now took place almost between lightning and flint.

But Caesar's lightning-swift and thunderous figure was deeply imprinted on her heart.

What girl doesn't worship the strong? Especially a girl of her age.

After Caesar calmed Erin, the other young men also leaned over when they saw that the danger was over.

Everyone looked at Caesar with adoration, even Hozia.

Only Morton still had his head down, not knowing what to think.

The sound of fighting in the camp was still heard from time to time, and it seemed that the battle was not over.

Caesar thought to himself: Why would the enemy break through from here first? If you want to say that you really have some identity, the only one is the Morton who acts a little strangely.

But he's just one of the many descendants of the Fergus family, is it really that important?

To be able to make an enemy of this level pour out, his identity alone is not enough.

Caesar thought so.

Is it to turn the tiger away from the mountain?

Attacking the caravan's weakest link in order to disperse the convoy's forces so that they can better hit the target?

The more Caesar thought about it, the more he felt that this was the most likely scenario.

After letting the young men stay where they were, Caesar prepared to return to the center of the camp and take a look at the place where the itinerary had been discussed to make sure that the few core figures of the caravan were not in danger.

Caesar was just about to take a step, but his figure stopped in place.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and a hint of surprise.

It seems that the thieves are really not targeting any of the caravanserais. Not Needham, not Fast, not even Bartlett.

The thieves really targeted the young people.

Caesar's gaze swept between Hozia, Moulton, and Erin, and then slowly turned around, in one direction, and waited.

The young man standing on the side saw that Caesar was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

Then he turned around and stood guard in a clearing in the darkness.

The young people were a little confused, and they talked in low voices, trying to understand from each other what Caesar meant.

"Smack, smack, slap......"

At this moment, a series of applause rang out from the empty night.

A figure emerges from the night.

The young people on the side looked at this figure who suddenly walked out of the night and were shocked.

Thinking that the battle was still not over, some people were so frightened that they immediately began to retreat.

I saw that this person was slender, and his robe was completely different from the outfit of the other thieves. His long silver-white hair was restrained by a headband, and his hairstyle looked a bit oriental.

However, the pupils of this person's eyes were glowing with a faint blue light.

It doesn't have dark pupils like the Orientals at all.

The man also covered his face with a black cloth.

And the most eye-catching thing is that a slender strange knife with an overall length is pinned to his waist.

The silver-haired man let out a clear laugh, which was not very old, and should be under thirty years old.

The man said loudly:

"Your Excellency is amazing, you found my traces so quickly. I've never heard of a caravan as great a magician as you...... It's probably a mage, although your fighting style is also close to that of a swordsman. However, the use of power is slightly more magical. ”

The short words made Caesar wary of this person in an instant.

This man had a deep study of the forms of power, and by just looking at it, he could see the peculiarity of Caesar's way of fighting.

It's not easy!

This is what Caesar said about it.

Under his slight perception, the other party's level was probably between the Great Sword Master and the Sword Sect. Whether it has reached the level of the Sword Sect or not, even Caesar is not sure.

Presumably, this person is the leader of this group, and judging from such strength and age, he can also rank among the younger generation of the academy in the entire continent.

If you really look at the level of combat, it can even be regarded as top-notch.

After all, the strong people who really fought hard from the battlefield were not comparable to those noble descendants who were dedicated to cultivation in the ivory tower.

It's just that I don't know which of the two people who are also from the battle is stronger or weaker in fighting.

The silver-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a gleam in his eyes. And his right hand was already on top of the strange long knife.

Caesar also shook his right hand, and the lightning suddenly converged, and the sword of thunder light illuminated the night.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the battle was about to break out.