"Wonderful tactical coordination ......"

Standing on the sandstone behind Epicurus, Quest had a good view of the three ogre brothers working together to kill the elven singer.

In particular, the ogre magician who appeared at the end used his unique spell ability, which surprised Ques even more.

It does not cast spells by extracting equivalent life force, unlike the mainstream mages in this world who use "Atas"-like abilities, and it is not the popular "source" in other worlds to cast spells without materials by communicating with mysterious "sources".

"This seems to be a relatively primitive spell, similar to the spells developed by the earliest bloodline warlocks. There are traces of primitive shamanic witchcraft, and some materials are used to cast spells, and it is not possible to cast spells without materials, but it definitely has the wisdom to summarize and use spell knowledge. ”

"If it is the ability that he has figured out, this ogre's intelligence is probably not low, and even better than most human spellcasters. ”

Thinking of this, his eyes turned closer again.

......

The slave traders' cronies' guards fought with the Adachi warriors, the sons of the chieftain who had launched the decisive charge.

This is the new stalemate on this battlefield.

Harkonnen's six-legged horses took the lead, and within thirty breaths they rushed up to the shady side of the dune, followed by twelve equally well-armed and high-spirited elven riders.

Before he could rush into the heavily guarded formation, the chief's son threw his javelin.

With the help of the high-speed gallop of the horses, the javelins were so fast that they made a "snort" sound that tore through the air, and the attacked caravan guards did not even have time to raise their shields for protection.

The javelin pierced through the leather armor, and the huge penetrating force directly carried the wounded man upside down and fell off the horse, piercing it on top of the javelin, and let out a painful wail.

One, two, three, four, the same scene happens four times in a few breaths.

Only one javelin is left as a secondary weapon to keep in your left hand. With the elven riders chanting, "For Harkonan!", the Son of the Chief and his Anda warriors, who had launched a decisive charge, rushed into the caravan samurai defensive formation.

"Block them!"

Epicureus used all his strength to loudly order his cronies to protect him.

The big merchant drew out the sharp scimitar that he had purchased not long ago, and the body of the knife had the cloud pattern that the master of the forge repeatedly hammered, and the white robe of Nugo was already covered with two layers of delicate chain mail from the hand of the master of armor.

A knife is a good sword, and a nail is a strong armor. But the man in armor and the sword was not ready.

How many years have you not touched a scimitar, and how long has it been since you have spent time making friends with powerful people rather than immersing yourself in the ways of the samurai?

Epicurus knew that remorse would not make any difference to his current situation, and he tried not to think about the reflection of his scimitar, which sometimes affected his swing.

The battle was urgent, and the samurai commanders around him had joined the warband, and he knew that it was time to fight hard, just as he had when he first encountered a sand bandit on his journey.

"For the glory of Harkonnen!", "Cut down these cowardly kneeling people!", "Hold on, slaughter these elven bastards!"...... Elvish and lingua franca mingle are mixed with swearing and puffing.

The blades in his hands were much sharper than the obsidian knives of the elven warriors, and Epicurus also slaughtered an elven "thief" who wanted to steal his own life in the middle of the slashing attack.

Whistling, panting, the smell of sweat and the tremor of his arm behind the knife reminded him of some fighting skills, and Epicurus calmed down a little. "We have a lot of people, as long as we hold on and not be scattered, we will definitely win in ......the end," thought the merchant.

But as soon as this thought came to mind, reality gave him a slap in the face. Seeing Epicurus slay his own Anda, the chief's son burst into anger and took advantage of the six-legged horse to bite his opponent's camel beast, and the scythe sword in his hand shook through the opponent's scimitar, taking away the head of the caravan warrior leader.

"Hagen!" Epicurus shuddered at the sight of the killing of his companion who had followed him for many years and had grown up with him. He knew that this samurai leader had the strongest martial arts among his subordinates, but he didn't expect him to be killed so quickly.

"Tremble, cowardly kneeling people. Hakonan, the fourth son of Hajir Khan, will take your life, and I will do what I say. ”

The chief's son had said what he had said, and as soon as he had finished speaking, he threw the last javelin he held in his left hand with all his might, and struck Epicurus.

Just when everyone thought that the great merchant would be pierced by a javelin, the air suddenly swirled, and an arm grabbed the metal spear head in front of Epicurus.

"Maybe you need some help?"

Transformed into a human boy, Quest disables his advanced invisibility magic, grabs the javelin that was about to take the merchant's life, and smirks at the merchant.

Harkonam's gaze was fixed on Quest, who suddenly emerged from the air, even though the boy looked to be in his early thirteen or early years old, and he was wearing a pair of ill-fitting leather armor. But just being able to catch the weapon that he threw with ten percent of his strength, and still looking so relaxed, was enough to raise his vigilance to the maximum.

Not to mention the fact that the boy had obviously hidden his form by an incomprehensible spell before he appeared, was he a spellcaster himself, or was there a companion hiding nearby, or was he using some spell props?

The chief's son's pupils constricted, and he tried to take a closer look at something, but he couldn't cast spells and didn't have the ability to see the arcane vision, so he couldn't see the fact that the young man was a fierce beast.

"Excuse me," Epicurus was startled at the sight of the boy who suddenly appeared in front of his horse, but he was keenly aware of something.

It wasn't from Quisi, but the war horse under his seat suddenly had a hint of restlessness. The war horses of the caravan have been strictly trained since childhood, and no matter how cruel the fight is, there will not be the slightest fear. Now he felt greatly frightened, and if he hadn't held on to the reins, the war horse might even have turned around and ran.

Epicurus had a guess that this was the edge of the Dragon's Lair. This situation was also encountered in the previous caravan "tribute" trade, and the war horse, which was more sensitive than humans, was afraid of the powerful creature that really stood at the top of the food chain, the blue dragon race ruled by the dragon's nest.

Thinking about it like this, the identity of the young man in front of him is about to come out. "Yes, that's it, I need to show my badge to ......"

The merchant dismounted and pulled out the box containing the token of the legendary dragon Salotta from the side pocket of his saddle.

"You're a smart man, and the Dragon's Lair is obligated to shelter you and your caravan within your territory," Quest ignored the merchant who held the token to himself as if he were courteous. In fact, at the very beginning of the battle, he had already come out of the buried "Cottman 12th Factory". Epicurus had the aura of the Salota Badge token on his body, which he had already sensed.

"But do you need more shelter?"