Odin returned from the prairie to the woods, waiting for a team of horses, as he had done for days. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He took great risks - the branches and leaves of the trees were shaking unusually well, and the air was so strong that even the sun was like dust.

The shortcut to the barbarian tribe along the city of Paliva is full of the smell left by the demons, as well as the blood stains and marks left by Odin.

These can't be perceived by humans, but they are bright signs in the perception of demons.

No matter how low the Nightmare Spirit's intelligence is, it also begins to float around, looking for targets in the dense forest.

This bothered Odin - he had to return to the city of Paliva as soon as possible. The whole city, centered on the templar and bounded by the city walls, seemed to be shrouded in a golden protective film.

As the human ode says, this golden light can expel demons. This puzzled him - he had carefully observed the spiritual sea of the human beings, and found that they were unaware of it, but he believed that the god Osiris could bring them protection.

Of course, this question is too complex to find a reasonable answer in a short period of time.

And now, he's going to play another intimidating little trick, using his status as a god servant to burn the last fortune of the Larsen family, the only bet of the young heir, so that he can watch the city of Paliva fall with his own eyes. At the same time, it gave the deep valley city a shock, so that the old city lord who had never met before would no longer be lucky.

Odin hides in the bushes, passing the time with thoughts. Before he knew it, the horse team he was waiting for had finally arrived.

About ten meters away from him was a wide flat area in the middle of the jungle - only moss, low bushes and dead branches, suitable for rest.

And now standing in the middle is the team led by Carter Larson three days ago. On horseback, it was still the knights of Deep Valley City. They looked tired, their silver armor stained with dust, blood, and burns, and several of them were bandaged, and they looked like they had been in a vicious battle.

In the middle of the horse team, several horses pulled a simple bucket cart, and the bucket cart was covered with straw poles - such a strange combination that it was impossible not to watch. Perhaps the guards of Deep Valley were confident that no one would be able to plunder them.

The men stopped on the flat ground and lit a campfire to ward off insects and flies, as if waiting for someone to arrive. Carter still pursed his pale lips and didn't say a word. But compared to a few days ago, there was a certain fanatical glow in his sunken eyes.

In this way, from early morning to noon, the sound of another team was heard from the woods to the north.

It was a typical Deep Valley caravan, with seven or eight guards, wagons that could carry large quantities of goods, and sophisticated liquidators and negotiators. Of course, if it is used to negotiate goods, this team is too large.

Seeing the visitors, they exchanged seals with each other, and the knights motioned for each other to lift the straw poles. A large metal box, about the size of two people hugging each other, emerged from under the grass.

A knight held the key, as did the caravan's liquidator, and both twisted the intricate copper locks on the metal crates before the lid was opened.

And this box was full of broken golden sand! The gold shone seductively, and under the haze, it was like the light scattered by the sun.

If the new monarch of the empire saw this, he would definitely use all his strength to invade Deep Valley - the gold here is the income of the treasury for a whole year!

This is the formidable legacy of Hesar Larsen, whose secret pact with the Douro has paid great dividends – a hidden gold mine in the treacherous basin of the Wailei River into the Black Sea. This far exceeded the expectations of Grand Duke Hall and Carter Larson.

With this gold, not only will Carter's huge arrears signed with the Lord of the Deep Valley be written off, but the wealth-loving Hall Grand Guild will take any risks for them.

Looking at these insanely golden gravel, even the most calculating person smiled. Only Carter, with a gloomy face, strode forward, closed the lid of the box vigorously, drew the sword in his hand, and blocked it in front of the box.

His deep-set eyes were almost bloodshot - he looked like he was going crazy.

The two teams were frightened by his sudden move, and the knights drew their swords with some hesitation—they were clearly unwilling to confront a monk.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance stepped out from the back of the caravan, and he motioned for the knights to put down his sword and spread his hands, which contained a short dagger encrusted with rubies and carved with a silver wolf—the emblem of the lord of Deep Valley City.

"Relax, Carter. The little ones won't be left alone with gold sand. I'm Evan Hall, and Grand Duke Hall is my father. I'm here to represent the greatest sincerity of Fukaya Castle. Hopefully, we can build a relationship like our fathers. ”

Carter was unmoved by these innocuous words of etiquette. He looked at the dagger carefully, and then stared at Evan Hale with a beastly gaze, and saw that the latter subconsciously trembled a little, and then he reopened the box and stood by the straw cart.

When the golden sand was re-exposed to everyone's eyes, the air around them seemed to change.

The fallen leaves on the ground rolled up countless small whirlpools and flew upwards lightly, as if the process of falling leaves had been reversed. The trees began to sway back and forth, and the whimper of wild beasts could be heard around the jungle. The horses neighed uneasily.

The knight of Deep Valley first pointed his sword at Carter Larson, but noticed that the heir of Paliwa City was also looking around warily.

Evan Hall frowned, "Are you sure no one was following you when you left?"

"Mistress Larson cast a spell before he went into the woods, and he said that if someone triggered the trap, he would know. And we can make sure that there is no one to follow in the three grids. A knight replied.

Stronger gusts of wind seemed to refute the knight's words, and the high-speed air currents were facing the two teams, surging from all directions, and several horses tumbled to the ground, dragging the wagon around the ground a few times, the canopy and body disconnected like toys, and the debris and dirt were swept up into the sky.

People cling to the roots of the trees to keep themselves from being swept away. They watched as a few colleagues who were still on horseback just now were first thrown to the ground, trampled by frightened horses, then swept up two meters high by strong winds, and then fell heavily to the ground as the air currents moved, and their internal organs were injured and blood was vomited.

"Who the hell is it!" As the gusts of wind stopped, Carter Larson re-entered the ground with a wooden staff in one hand and a sword in the other.

No one answered him.

When the wind stopped, the silence around him was as deathly, only the horses on the ground were desperately wailing, and this scene reminded him of the scene when he encountered the ghost eater invasion and the corpses all over the ground, and he only felt that even the air in his lungs had been drained, and his brain was clamped by a large tongs.

Carter's eyes were almost oozing blood, and he searched for traces of his enemies.

His heart was beating wildly, hoping that the other party was not the enemy he had guessed.

If the other party comes from the Sanctuary - they are powerless to resist, and everything ends early, and they and the entire Larson family will be sentenced to death.

Suddenly, a violent current of air rose from under his feet and swept him into the air like a meat grinder. He was covered in leaves, branches, and the fast-spinning wind.

Carter Larson, with blood-red eyes, raised his wooden staff, chanted aloud.

"The Most High God, Osiris, I am the air and the dust, and I cast out the unclean for you!"

Thanks to the magic circle carved on the wooden staff, Carter's chanting time was greatly shortened, and the scorpion totem entrenched at the top of the wooden staff emitted a brilliant green glow, and the extended part of the tail flowed like venom, winding along the intricate pattern of the inscribed carving, and the thick poisonous mist exploded around Carter like a cannonball.