At noon the next day, Siegel set out with Sir Bill and left the west gate of Brookwood. Here, together with ten people from the "Goldcoin" caravan, they escorted three carts to Fort Hub.

The caravan was made up of honest civilians, the marks of long labor, their shoulders and palms covered in calluses, and their coarse cloth clothes worn by ropes. These men talked to each other, but were reluctant to share the subject with Sir Bill. Whenever Sir rode by, they would bow their heads carefully and hurry up with the work at hand.

Only McKitt, the caravan's accountant, would talk to Jazz, to be precise, he would come over to talk. This man is in his thirties, which is the age of ambition. He speaks and looks with a shrewd energy, and likes to lick his lips as he speaks, as if he is always thirsty. He never revealed much information, but he kept asking all kinds of questions. As soon as you open your mouth, you will be greeted with endless words from him. Siegel felt tired from listening to his nagging, so he didn't have much interest in talking to him.

Sir Bill didn't bother to pay attention to him, and always left with all sorts of excuses. Sometimes he would pull a pale yellow silk handkerchief from his cuff and gently wipe the corners of his dry eyes, pretending to be in tears, so as to interrupt the accountant's nagging. This handkerchief always attracts the idea of someone else, and it is the trophy of the knight - Creekwood is a welcoming town, with many unnoticed battlefields and countless opponents worthy of hand-to-hand combat. Jazz tucked the spoils back into his sleeve and straightened up on his horse again, he had a whole New World to conquer.

"Put your stuff in the van and start training. When the handkerchief was finished, Sir rode past Siegel and said, "Run, and swing your sword as you go." So much so that later, the handkerchief became a sign that Siegel needed to start training.

In this way, in the sunny and mild weather of May, the group set foot on the cloak avenue. It was a long, smoothed trade route that stretched westward from the hills and valleys. On both sides of the road, you can see patches of verdant farmland, and a few farmers leaning under the trees praying for good weather, and when they see a caravan passing by, they will come over and ask what the wagons are loading. The accountant would kindly lift the canvas and let them see: Look, what a good apple sapling and fertile soil.

Jazz rode along the road and took care of both ends of the caravan. The danger is when you first leave town, where many of the farmers are eyeliner of robbers and robbers, and they don't mind getting a piece of the loot or simply getting a few silver coins to sell it. However, the goods of the "gold" caravans were really unattractive, only the Hub Fort needed to plant a large number of fruit trees on the hills to improve the food shortage, and the robbers had no fruit farmers' skills and were not interested in planting.

The caravan was very calm all the way, and the coachmen walked with their heads bowed to themselves. Only occasionally when they stop for a meal, they will hold the food and talk happily. In order to get to their destination as quickly as possible, they only stop once a day - to rest for dinner, and to go on their way after breakfast.

Not having lunch was very uncomfortable for Siegel, especially since he had been exercising a lot of gear. In the eyes of the caravan's coachmen, this was simply a cruel treatment. Siegel would run twenty miles back and forth in the morning, stabbing two thousand, slashing five thousand, and then running another twenty miles. And that's just for the morning, when he had to crouch on the ground and jump, walk upside down, and swing his sword until it got dark.

So, not having lunch is definitely intolerable.

This kind of exercise is done every day, and the benefits are also very obvious. Siegel is more slender and his stamina is greatly improved. The muscles in his shoulders and legs swelled, and his back showed a distinct line.

At first, they were still traveling where they could see people, but soon the good road was over, and the caravan entered more inhospitable areas. There are many such areas in the New World, most of which are unsuitable for settlement without a fixed water source, and they are simply collectively referred to as wild lands. There are no inhabitants here, no hotels in sight, the roads are much worse, and the cloak avenue is sometimes covered with weeds, only faint traces can be seen, and you need to be careful to move forward. The woods here are eerie, covered in decaying foliage and twisted vines, making it difficult for pedestrians to pass. Many animals live in this undisturbed woods, and they can often be heard singing about the freedom of the wild.

Sometimes, as the road climbs to the top of the hill, Siegel can see the wilderness in the distance. To the west and north of them, there are rolling mountains, known as the "Walled Mountains", which are the dividing line between civilization and wilderness. It is a place of cliffs that are difficult to climb, and the summit is covered with a layer of snow all year round, hidden from heavy clouds. To the southwest is a stagnant swamp that is shrouded in a black fog on even the hottest and clearest days of the year. Legend has it that the swamp is infested with evil ghosts that turn living beings into terrifying dead spirits, trapped in a black mist that never finds peace.

The road began to go downhill, and Siegel could only retract his gaze and refocus on his daily workout. Just then, he felt the whole caravan come to a halt, and Sir rode over.

"There was the wreckage of a carriage ahead, there was no cargo and no corpses, only short arrows of goblins. Alert everyone, keep sticks and forks handy, and we'll get through here quickly. ”

Siegel was allowed to pause his training, and he was finally able to sit in the van with a short crossbow and full of alert. Soon, they saw the wagon on the side of the road: the wheels had been removed, the wagon had been reduced to pieces, several broken wooden barrels were lying crookedly, the barrels had many chopping holes, and the hoops were rusty. It was at the bottom of this broken barrel that Sir Bill discovered the arrowhead, which was made in the style of a goblin. There was nothing else around, and it must have been cleaned up by the robbers.

After leaving the crime scene, the surroundings began to become gloomy unconsciously, and the woods on both sides of the road gradually exuded an atmosphere of bad intentions, and everyone in the caravan felt it. Sir Bill had been leading the caravan forward, and no longer rode away, but stood by the wagon. The tense nerves lasted until the evening, when they had to camp.

A light rain fell obliquely from the sky, and the raindrops were fine and dense, and the wind blew them like mist, and the whole forest crackled, and the road became slippery and difficult to move forward. The caravan found a slightly higher ground and set up a simple tent to shelter from the rain. The rain in the New World doesn't last long in May, and the stars still shine at night.

"Those robbers probably won't show up. The coachman hid under the canvas and exchanged opinions in a low voice, "No one will come out on a rainy day." ”

Sir Bill is a different theory, he has a battlefield intuition. He said to Siegel, "Before it rained, I smelled the stench of goblins, so they wouldn't be too far away. The only thing that has an advantage for us is the moon - tonight is a full moon night, and we won't be fighting in an environment where we can't see our fingers. ”

Sure enough, as he said, the clouds quickly dispersed after the rain stopped, and the bright moonlight sprinkled the camp. At Sir Bill's insistence, the coachmen surrounded the three carts in a simple triangle. Drive the mule to the middle and tie it firmly to the cart. The accountant was extremely reluctant to contribute two saplings - because they had been under the canvas and the saplings had not been wet. The bonfire finally burned, and the light of the fire made everyone feel a lot better. Siegel was constantly busy, he had to constantly dry and wet wood, and he made a lot of improvised torches.

Jazz told some to go to bed first, while others kept vigil with him. They hide behind the cargo and minimize their own exposed silhouettes. At first, it was very quiet, except for the crackling of wood behind him.

In the middle of the night, there was a sound of rushing water in the woods, as if it was raining again. Jazz was alert, knowing that something was moving, shaking the trunk of the tree, shaking the rain. He called everyone up. Whether they were trembling with fear or not, they had to stand in the back of the wagon with sticks or iron pots, fighting for their lives. Sure enough, after a while, more than a dozen pairs of green eyes lit up from the dense forest, and a small group of goblin robbers finally caught up with the caravan.

Goblins are hunchbacked, ugly, and dwarf creatures with boar-like faces and bat ears on top of them. They are a nuisance and will always cause problems for farmers and hunters. If there are only a few goblins, the gathered villagers will be able to drive them away. But this creature is very fertile and eats everything, so if you don't pay attention, it will give birth to a large group.

The goblins quietly approached the caravan, but did not emerge from the dense forest, and they seemed to be still watching. This is an unusual situation, as it is in their nature for goblins to rush in and quickly overwhelm their opponents with their numbers. The goblins clearly have other tricks up their sleeve.

Just as he was thinking this, an exclamation suddenly erupted from the other direction of the caravan, and then a low roar was heard. Siegel stood up to check, but was jerked down by Jazz. A goblin arrow whizzed past the squid's head, nearly hitting him.

Siegel knew his mistake and couldn't help but blush. But he knew immediately that he had more important things to report. "I just glanced at it, and there was a strong goblin riding a wild boar and was about to rush up. ”

Sir Bill pointed to the bottom of the carriage, and from this direction he had seen the Boar Rider's situation, and Siegel's face turned even redder. Jazz said, "Little cub, you help defend the goblins. I'm going to get rid of that bear goblin. ”

The Boar Knight charged, and the half-ton mount rolled through its stout hooves and fangs at the chariot. The goblins on the other side also began to charge, and they jumped out of the dense forest with excitement, brandishing maces and babbling and screaming.