The caution of Bouman and Jennis is obviously a blessing in misfortune, if those things are pulled into the city, even if Xia Zuo is reluctant, he can only give up painfully.

"You go to the mercenary union early tomorrow morning and find the Iron Fang Mercenary Group" Xia Zuo thought silently for a while and instructed Buman, "Let them escort you to pick up the goods, and then you will directly escort the goods back to the gravel wasteland, if there is anything wrong with that Jennis, kill him immediately after picking up the goods!"

The three of them are all human, and they can easily get out even if they search the whole city.

It's just that with the three of them who are powerless, they want to pass through the gravel wasteland in the bitter cold, which is tantamount to a fantasy, although it is a better choice to issue a task in the mercenary union, but Xia Zuo is really not at ease with those mercenaries, although the strength of the iron tooth is slightly insufficient, but after getting along for a while, he finally has some understanding, and he is at least at ease for them Xia Zuo.

Moreover, when he was with them in Buffett's tavern, he was seen by many people, and once he was interrogated, they were difficult to get out of the relationship.

"My lord, aren't you with us?" while Buman's chick nodded as if pecking rice, Mira heard the meaning of Xia Zuo's words and asked, and without waiting for Xia Zuo to answer, she said firmly, "My lord, if you don't leave, Mira won't go either!"

"We're together, no one can leave!" Xia Zuo shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Your task is to send things back safely, without your restraint, it would be better for me to get out by myself!"

"What do you think?" asked the old Griffin curiously, although he already had a lot of ideas in his cunning head that could help Xia Zuo escape, but to be honest, with the character of the Campas people who were born warriors, they would never accept his methods that insulted the dignity and honor of warriors, so he simply kept silent, and at the same time, he was also very curious about what method he would use to solve the crisis in front of him after Sidwar.

"Tomorrow, you'll know!" Xia Zuo smiled, and an idea came to mind.

At dawn, the whole of Sarnia was still in the haze of imminent awakening, and for the sake of their gold coins, the industrious merchants got out of their warm beddings early, and drove the lazy men to set off in a wagon full of goods.

The inhabitants of Sarnia were still asleep, but the city gates were already full of people, with horse-drawn carriages crowded at the gates, and merchants who had risen early to avoid the rush of people were staring at the gates.

The long convoy filled the street, and it took several minutes at the city gate to monitor the speed of a horse-drawn carriage, leaving the anxiously waiting merchants with anger on their faces, but they could only helplessly joke with their peers around them.

Although I don't know why these old men of the city guards are suddenly so strict, these people are not something they can afford to provoke, at most they just scold a few times in their hearts, and curiously ask the people around them, and when the other party's glance looks at him, he immediately has a humble and flattering smile on his face.

A whole team of city guards at the gate of the city closely inspected every passing carriage, and even the roof and the gap under the carriage were not missing the slightest.

The faces of each city guard were serious and a little ugly, which made the business travelers who took advantage of the interrogation to check the relationship with these old men, after saying a few words to themselves, they smiled and kept silent under the cold gaze of the other party.

Kane rode a shiny sturdy black war horse, standing quietly like a sculpture on the left side of the city gate, although he was nearly half a hundred years old, but his strong cultivation only made his sideburns appear a little white, his axe-like tough face was a little terrifying, and the cold aura around him made no one dare to approach him for about ten meters.

An entire squadron of soldiers had been slaughtered in the streets, and he had not been able to lift his head at all in front of the local damned nobles whom he had disdained last night, and the suppressed anger in his sturdy body was like a volcano about to erupt, and the silence was a little terrible.

The eagle-like eyes of the wolf quietly crossed the faces of every carriage and every merchant traveler, although those humble faces were full of humble and flattering smiles, as long as there was a trace of abnormality, he was definitely greeted by the terrifying anger of Kane's senior warriors.

The delicate black carriage was almost rampant and brutal into the waiting line, and the black carriage was pulled by the four white horses of the divine steeds, and these four white horses without a trace of stray hair were each absolutely worth more than a hundred gold coins.

The car is full of gold patterns, the corners are hung with delicate footlights, the roof canopy is full of gold decorations, the metal wheels and frame are all smeared with gold lacquer, and even the driver's seat is wrapped in red leather.

The lavish carriage is like a pile of moving gold coins rampaging through the road, and the thorn flower badge on the door clearly indicates that the carriage belongs to the sacred and noble and historic Savani family, and is also one of the three noble families of the empire to which the local lord Sidwar belongs.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you untouchables!" shouted arrogantly, and the young coachman in the carriage shouted angrily and aggressively, and from time to time whipped the obstacles that obstructed the carriage with his whip.

The merchants who had been forcibly cut in line and scolded each other glared, but when they saw the golden coat of arms on the gorgeous carriage, the flames of anger were extinguished, and they humbly bowed their heads respectfully, and hurriedly moved the cart away, even if it was almost tied to the crowded wheels of the car next to it, and gave way to the noble carriage a wide road that was enough to pass.

The young coachman haughtily glanced at the humble faces around him, his head held high so that his nostrils could almost see the sky, and drove the carriage triumphantly from the road in the chaotic convoy to the city gate, all the way to the city gate unimpeded.

"Stop, get checked!" the two composed city guards stopped in front of the carriage, glaring at the driver in the carriage and scolding sharply.

"What?" cried the young coachman in astonishment, almost jumping down from the carriage, pointing to the elaborate coat of arms on the carriage, dancing like an angry monkey, and shouting, "don't you eyes see this noble coat of arms? Or do you damned mud-legged people who don't know what this noble coat of arms represents?

"Whatever carriage it is, check it!" the City Guard soldier suppressed the urge to punch the damn in the face, no matter how disgusting the arrogant coachman was, but, as he said, the ornate coat of arms on the body kept them from throwing a fist at him.

"Damn it, damn it, this is an insult to the Savani family! You have treated the noble Savani family the same as these lowly civilians, you are an insult to the noble blood!" the young coachman blushed angrily, pointing at the two city guards and jumping to his feet, excitedly defending the honor of his own master's family.

If it weren't for the fact that his young little body was far less robust than those stout soldiers, he would have already swung his fists and heroically defended the dignity of his master.

The surrounding merchants and travelers smiled and watched the farce here, whether it was the arrogant and disgusting little coachman, or the damn city guards who blocked them here, they were all characters they couldn't afford to provoke but hated very much, and now that the two sides were making trouble, they also secretly watched this rare farce.

The enraged soldiers eventually set their sights on their captain, who had the strength to break the neck of the disgusting little coachman, but the coat of arms on the chariot prevented them from making the slightest disrespectful movement.

"Earl's courtier, report your name and your mission out of the city!" Kane rode his horse to the carriage, and the majestic body of the pitch-black big horse threw a solemn coercion from top to bottom, and even the arrogance of the little coachman suddenly withered.

"My name is Booman and I have been ordered to pick up the noble Miss Alice from outside the city!" the other man was obviously a big man, and the little coachman immediately respectfully respected the two of them under the disdainful gaze of the crowd around him.

"Miss Alice, why haven't I heard of any young lady coming?" asked Kane, suspiciously.

"You see, my lord," said the young Buman, rubbing his palms, nodding his head and smiling humbly, "I am only the little coachman of the Earl's Court, and Miss Alice's noble surname is something that a lowly servant like mine can know!"

"What's in the car?" nodding casually, Kane looked into the delicate carriage.

"It's gone, it's gone" The attentive driver hurriedly opened the door, revealing the elegant and gorgeous compartment inside, and a faint fragrance diffused, although passers-by couldn't ask what the smell was, but it was definitely an incomparably luxurious fragrance, so there was this indifferent atmosphere.

A glance was enough to make sure that no one was present in the empty carriage, and with a wave of Kane's whip, several soldiers who had been waiting for him immediately stepped forward and began to carefully inspect the carriage.

It's just that these unhappy soldiers are far more careful than before, and their movements are definitely not gentle.

Every rude gesture of "tap and tap" made the little coachman tremble, and the angry scolding hurriedly swallowed back into his stomach under Kane's gaze.

"Look, my lord, noble Miss Alice is about to arrive! if it's too late, will you see if you?" said the little coachman, sweating profusely and almost crying, to Kane.

The dutiful soldiers had no intention of completing the inspection, and even the gaps in the wheels they carefully inspected them five times, inch by inch, and God knows what kind of people it would take to hide their bodies in the small crevices that ants couldn't get into.

"Alright, let's go!" Kane, who spoke for the guys, smiled slightly, and waved his horsewhip to let people go, after all, it was the car of the Earl's Court, if it was really seized, it would not be a good thing once it reached Sidwar's ears, after all, this was the territory of the Savani family.

"Thank you!!Thank you!!May God bless you and bless you for your generosity!"The surprise of the little coachman thanked him. Jumping into the carriage and skillfully holding the reins, he couldn't wait to walk out of the city gate.

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Beginning of Bad Luck

The little coachman was very happy, and the horse-drawn carriage climbed the mountain in high spirits, and under the watchful eyes of the city guards and merchants, he drove the carriage out of the city gate slowly and skillfully.

No one doubted the disgusting identity of this shout, not even Kane, the captain of the Parcel Brigade, who had never imagined that the target who was being closely interrogated would be so bold and blatantly drive the carriage past them in front of them.

"It's him" Just when the delicate carriage was about to walk out of the city gate, a frightened shout suddenly sounded in the corner of the city gate, and Phil, who woke up slowly, shouted hoarsely in horror, if it weren't for the two stout city guards around him who were holding him down, he was panicked and was afraid that he would flee in a hurry the moment he saw the back of the car.

Although the little coachman's clothes are already good, they are far from being compared with the gorgeous dresses he saw yesterday, but the shadow of horror that he will never forget, no matter what it changes, he will not admit it wrong.

"Unlucky" Xia Zuo cursed in his heart, as early as when he came to the city gate, he had already seen Phil who was being suppressed by two city guards on the side of the city wall, although he was still wearing that sloppy dirty clothes, but his body had obviously been washed, and his noisy beard and hair had been trimmed.

While recognizing the other party as a drunken ghost in Warren Buffett's tavern, Xia Zuo finally remembered this young mercenary who had been briefly hijacked by himself and looked like he was in his twilight years.

Phil obviously didn't have an easy time last night, the corners of his mouth cracked, his purple-black eye sockets swollen an inch, leaving only a small slit in his whole eye, plus the symptoms of a long period of alcoholism, under the warm sun that gradually rose, he was weakly nodding his head and struggling on the edge of the nightmare.

Xia Zuo, who understood why he was exposed, finally dispelled the suspicions about Buman in his heart.

With Phil there, once he sees himself, he is afraid that he will recognize it immediately, but if he turns around here, it will only attract more attention, Xia Zuo has no choice but to take advantage of Phil's dozing off to take the risk of passing, but he doesn't want to be about to walk out of the city gate, the damn mercenary actually comes back to his senses!

Xia Zuo's reaction was very fast, in a time of far less than a breath, he flew out of the car, turned around and kicked the carriage backwards, and rushed out of the city gate with lightning, under the pressure of tension, the super level of play made Xia Zuo himself a little incredible.

When Xia Zuo was about to rush out of the 100-meter-long wide stone bridge over the Rogert River outside the city gate, the four pure-blooded white war horses kicked away by Xia Zuo sounded in the door hole of the city gate.

With a loud "coax", the gorgeous carriage fell apart in all directions, and the four expensive white horses were broken in the roar of the wind, and the crisp sound of bones cracked all over their bodies, and the shape was distorted and crashed into the city wall, and after a few breaths, they turned into a puddle of rotten flesh and collapsed to the ground.

The terrifying aura permeated behind him, and even Xia Zuo, who was a hundred meters away, could clearly feel it.

"Lean" on the terrifying aura in the city gate, instantly appeared behind him, and the tornado-like terrifying energy smashed straight to the back of the heart, and the scattered strong wind pierced the skin all over his body.

Xia Zuo's eyes widened, he roared wildly, turned awkwardly in the full-speed sprint, gathered the strength of his whole body and flew up, and kicked the fist that smashed behind him.

There was a muffled sound of "touching", fists and feet intersected, and the aftermath of the fighting spirit was everywhere, Xia Zuo only felt a tingling pain in his heart, carrying an irresistible huge force from the heart of his foot.

Even with Xia Zuo's tenacity, he couldn't help but snort in pain, and the huge shock of his body was smashed out by this force.

In the flash of light, the situation changed drastically, and the merchants waiting in the city gate looked at it in amazement, the little coachman who was arrogant and domineering one second turned into a strong warrior the next, obviously they couldn't reflect it for a while.

"With this kind of strength, you dare to spread wild in Sarnia City!" Kane sneered disdainfully, his left hand behind his back trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the blow just now was far from as easy as it seemed.

Looking at Xia Zuo, who was smashed dozens of meters away, the suppressed anger in Kane's heart erupted outward, this damn orc dared to tease himself like this, if he really let this damn bastard swagger out of the city like this today, then their city guards would never want to look up in front of those damn nobles.

Xia Zuo finally understood what the strength of a high-level warrior was, although he was infinitely close to this level, even if he was one last step away, there was an almost insurmountable barrier in between.

With just one blow, Xia Zuo felt that his internal organs were turning upside down, and the smell of fishy sweet blood filled his mouth.

The clothes and pants on his legs were shattered by the violent energy from the root of the thighs down, Ziqing's left leg was swollen by an inch, and the convulsions and pain seemed to have been cut into countless pieces, half of his body was numb and did not look like his own, and even his eyes began to shake, and his roaring ears seemed to be surrounded by countless nasty scum birds.

"Come on, tie me up!" Kane, who didn't come forward, glanced coldly and haughtily at Natsuzo who was lying on the ground, he knew better than anyone the power of his kick just now.

Experience, fighting spirit, physical strength, and skills have reached the pinnacle of what he can achieve in this life, and a blow with all his strength is definitely not something that a warrior below the level of a senior can withstand, even if the strength of this potential young orc in front of him is beyond imagination, but it is far from enough to compare with him.

"Ah" The swollen pain of his hands on his thighs suddenly broke the misaligned bones back into place, and the tyrannical ferocity flowing in the Saiyan's blood suddenly rose, and a stream of angry heat sprouted from the lower abdomen and ran through the whole body, the muscles and bones of the whole body crackled, the blood was burning, and the muscles were expanding.

Tearing off the tattered clothes on his body that were taut due to the expansion of his muscles, Xia Zuo sneered in a hoarse voice and whispered, "The battle has just begun!

The irrepressible trembling of the body's excitement greeted him with joy and increased his strength twice as much under the wonder of the Eight Extremes Collapse.

Kane, who had already turned around and returned to the city, suddenly paused, turned his head and looked at Xia Zuo who had stood up earlier in shock.

The surrounding ferocious aura and the completely different boiling fighting aura made Kane's pupils constrict, and it was not difficult to see with his eyesight that the other party was using a wonderful fighting technique that could burst out in a short period of time, and this young Campas Munk was able to do this to this extent.

"It seems that you will never be allowed to live!" "Mental strength is the best choice, and now it has exploded with terrifying potential, and for the future rising star of a potential enemy country, Kane will definitely not hesitate to strangle it in the cradle before he has yet to shine.

A strong fighting spirit permeated his body, his brown hair was windless, and his low roar opened the horn of battle.

"Die!!" twice as fast as the naked eye, the phantom-like Xia Zuo roared angrily, and the impacting figure suddenly split into four, each of them rapidly waving their fists, bringing up an afterimage and smashing towards Kane.

"Another fighting skill?" Kane let out a low cry of surprise, this young orc really brought him a lot of surprise today, his huge fist shone with fighting spirit, and he swung at Xia Zuo with the same anger, such a Campas must not stay in the world.

Although Xia Zuo was split into four with the afterimage, Kane's strong strength allowed him to easily capture Xia Zuo's rapid movement.

The strong wind pressure on the fist stabbed Xia Zuo with a faint pain, but fortunately, under the effect of the Eight Poles Collapse, Xia Zuo was at least able to capture the trajectory of the lightning-like fist, barely avoiding the vital points on his face, and the roaring energy whistled past the side of his cheek.

His cheeks and shoulders were splashed with blood by the fierce wind pressure, and the strong wind pierced his ears, even if he dodged the heavy blow he faced, Xia Zuo's head was still earth-shattering roaring, and Xia Zuo, who flew out upside down, was blood-red in front of his eyes, but he also felt a resistance when he swung his fist, and while being knocked away, he also gave the other party a not light counterattack.

Kane, who was beaten back by the "bastard", turned red with rage, and was hit and repelled by a mid-level fighter, a shame he couldn't bear as a high-level fighter, and roared after Natsuzo.

In an angry hand-to-hand duel, any fighting skills have no meaning, and neither side will give the other party the slightest cohesive aura to use the gap for fighting skills.

The fists and feet that condensed the luster of the fighting spirit brought up an afterimage and swayed rapidly, and everything to see was who was faster, whose strength was stronger, whose physical strength supported longer, and whose body was harder.

Compared with the high-level fighter Kane, Xia Zuo obviously does not have an advantage in any aspect, with the strength of the Eight Pole Collapse, his physical strength and fighting spirit are rapidly consumed in every punch, every kick, and every second.

Although the Saiyan's physique that can continue to grow in battle has made his speed faster and his strength stronger, the terrifying consumption of the Eight Extremes Collapse has made his physical strength and fighting spirit begin to be anxious.

Suddenly, the two of them didn't know how many punches they threw at each other, and the sound of the dense collision was like the wind in the wasteland rolling up the sky and hitting the city wall.

It's just that compared with the slightly embarrassed Kane, Xia Zuo, who instantly became a bloody man, is obviously much more miserable.

Strangely, under this completely disproportionate high-intensity battle, Xia Zuo's angry head quickly calmed down, and even when his body was constantly hit hard, it was as if it was hitting someone else, which did not make the slightest wave rise in his calm mind.

In the strange battle, Xia Zuo suddenly remembered the handwritten fighting essentials, and only now did he understand the true value of that cheap book.

When the strength is improved to a certain level, the victory or defeat of a battle is often only between the lightning and flint, although the fighting skills are strong, but there is inevitably a slight gap between the operation of the breath, and some strong fighting skills even need half a breath to a few breaths of gas storage time, strong is strong, but a little gap is enough for the enemy to take advantage of the opportunity to win.

At this level, the most primitive punches and kicks have become the most effective means of attack.

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