But what they encountered was not an ordinary team, and Walls naturally would not let this group of robbers easily defeat his team.

He rode alone on his hunting horse to the front, and behind Walls was a group of mercenary cavalry, who were naturally demoralized when they saw that their new employer had taken the lead, and they followed their employer closely.

Although Goering was riding a horse, he still did not follow, after all, he was a magician, and if he was allowed to fight with weapons, he would be looking for death, and his hounds were guarding him closely.

These steppe robbers are all riding steppe horses, and their mobility is extremely high, and if their hounds leave their side, maybe these robbers with high mobility will suddenly appear beside them.

In any case, it is best to save your own life. Of course, he had another situation like him, and that was James, but he wasn't worried about his own safety, but because he really didn't have the ability to fight.

As for the others, like Alleyne, Jack, and others, these people are combatants, and of course they will fight alongside Walls.

"It's often said that strong people are often respected by others, but there are exceptions." An old man in an old black coat with a beard walked into a tavern in Sagoth.

As he entered, he uttered this inexplicable remark to the people in the tavern, who were all looking at him suspiciously.

"Old man over there, what are you talking nonsense?" A Nord male said. He also held a wine glass in his hand, and he was squeezing a little out of his meager salary to drink a few glasses, drinking was his favorite, and listening to stories was also his favorite.

"Do you know heroes?" The old man said to the Nord male.

After hearing the word hero, some of the young lads next to me were all eye-catching, they all grew up listening to stories, and they wanted to be big heroes.

However, one of their companions, Cashmore, was expressionless, his arms were full of muscles, and no one in their village could defeat him.

He didn't admire those heroes, he just wanted to eat quietly, he was a fisherman who helped his father fish. And his companions were fishermen like him.

The old man attracted the attention of a group of people, after all, it was a good choice to meet someone to tell a story during a meal.

While eating, chatting, this way to live is moisturized.

What do you do, old man? A Nord man shouted, his head bald.

"Me? I'm a bard. The old man replied that the old man was none other than Lubwick, who had met Saltonyar.

Seeing that he had managed to attract the attention of a group of people, he certainly started his own story.

"Legend has it that in ancient times there was a huge sword, this sword was made by a skilled swordsmith, he did not know what was used to make this huge sword, this sword had a strange red color, some people say it was a sword made of human blood. The sword was loaded with a horde of demons, and only the strongest could take up the sword, and only the strongest of minds could wield it. ”

At this time, Lubock did not go on.

"So who can handle it?" This has piqued the interest of some people.

However, Lubock did not go on, and everyone knows why?

A man handed Lubock a piece of bread and a glass of wine as payment for him to keep talking.

Lubock took a sip of his wine and continued, "The Swordsmith is an evil swordsmith who wants to create the most powerful sword in the world, and he will do whatever it takes to do so. This sword was later obtained by a powerful knight, who took the sword and ...... "Lubock began his wonderful story.

At the same time, in the kingdom of Swadia in the Dekiosburg.

A group of horsemen walked up to the castle with a long chest.

"Call your lords out at once, we are the knights of King Harauth." The lord of Déggiosburg was the Count of Degrana, and both his son, Count Lafazi, had been recalled by King Haraus from his army to the south, and they were about to join the war against the Nord kingdom.

Now that King Harauth has sent a messenger, is there any other order?

"This sword has a strong smell of blood, and the evil spirits loaded on it can make any normal person feel fear, and there will be corpses everywhere it goes." Lubock continued with the sword.

"You see, it's this sword." The Fire Knight Coxon said that he was in charge of transporting the sword, and that he was also urging King Haraus to complete his next plan.

This sword made people panic inexplicably after opening the box. It has an eerie red color all over its body, like thick human blood. The sword was huge, about a man's height, and its width was almost as long as half an adult's arm. If you don't have enough strength to lift this sword, it will be difficult to lift it.

"What is this?" Count Lafazi asked, what seemed to be an evil sword.

Now there were only three people in this room, and they expelled all the idlers, and when there were few of them, he was very frightened when he saw this sword.

"I forgot to mention the name of a sword, the name of this sword is 'Blood'" Lubbo in the tavern of Sagoth finished his bread and drank his wine.

Still, he felt that it was a little insufficient.

"This is 'Tyrant', didn't Count Dai Lana tell you?" Flame Knight Coxon said that he was actually a little frightened when he saw this sword, and he wondered who could control it.

"What did you bring it for?" Count Dai Lana asked. There was a fear in his tone, and there was a fear of the sword, and at the same time, the sword reminded him of a person, a person who made him sad.

"King Harauth asked me to bring it here, and he said there was a man here who could wield this sword." Coxon said unhurriedly.

"Those who can wield this sword are either mentally strong or mentally insane." Lubock is still unsatisfied. He also wanted another piece of bread. He's been on the road for a day.

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