Along the trail, the procession passed through the dense forest, and if the Einhard knights were still here, they would probably be touched.

And today's march target is to walk at least 30 to 50 kilometers, you know, this is quite a team.

And today luck still follows Beyer, there are no disgusting corpses in the small dense forest, only warm sunshine and fresh breeze.

But luck, like a small fish in a stream, is easy to leave, even without realizing it.

Before coming to the plains of Cologne, an old tree fell in the middle of the road in the middle of the forest, and it seemed that some evil creature had done something good.

Beastmen? Greenskins?

But Bayer doesn't have time to be a detective, and if he takes a detour now, he can only walk 20 kilometers at most today.

And the path is more rugged and bumpy, but the old tree is not easy to open.

Luckily, Laccha was on top, and Bier Bair and Sir Flender were no ordinary men, and they raised their swords high, their horses charged, and their heavy iron hooves and the blades of their weapons shattered Mr. Wood in just two rounds.

But Beyer's pedal condition is even worse, and the power of the charge is basically emitted by the pedal, just like standing up on a bicycle.

But the sound of the trees cracking drowned out the whisks of the horses, so much so that Bair didn't notice anything unusual.

"Alright, go ahead, watch out for the sawdust, and go to the village of Cologne to rest today!"

"If you don't want to spend the night in the forest, hurry up!"

Most of these words were for the monks, and the soldiers of Lakcha would not be so pretentious, but the monks were already a little tired of the long journey.

But the more time spent on the road, the more troubles there became, and Bayer only wanted to get to Cologne as soon as possible, after all, the three thousand gold coins in the convoy were not a small amount!

Although the monks had begun to take turns resting in the wagons, the untrained clergy were unable to force the march.

Soon they were separated from the group because they were too slow, and Byer had to ride to the back to protect them.

I'm afraid that the arrival of the whole team in Cologne will be much delayed.

Just as the team was about to leave the jungle and reach the plains, a thick and abrupt fog suddenly appeared in the humid environment of the jungle.

Perhaps because of the humidity of the dense forest, or the cold air brought by the night, the fog is difficult to dissipate for a long time on a windless day.

Sir Flender was very experienced, and he shouted at once. "Light the torch!"

A line is so long that you can't see the back clearly in the early stages.

But such experiences are sometimes not a good thing.

The firelight gave a clear mark to the other groups in the forest, and there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and God knows how long they had been waiting in the forest, maybe the wood they had cut down as well?

As the sound drew closer, the soldiers and Sir Flender were on alert, and out of the fog came not monsters, but humans on horseback.

However, they are not knightly squires, nor are they soldiers, they can only be classified as outlaws, and their presence will not be accepted in any territory.

God knows what horses they have there, and the number of them is unclear because of the fog, and Baier is protecting the monk at the moment, and there are not many soldiers around to help him.

But for Lakcha's Chosen One, that's not a problem.

The giant axe slashed, and the power gathered on the pedals, and with great strength, a lawless robber was turned into two pieces by men and horses.

In normal times, seeing such a situation, they are afraid that they have already fled here and looked for the next family.

But maybe the fog is blocking their vision, or maybe they're not here to loot food at all.

In the mist, a few more thin ponies appeared on them, riding scruffy oddities, and this time Bair slashed away with an axe with a force of his arm.

But Bardeen's little joke suddenly broke out, and the horse's pedal that had been crushed three times broke in response, and Bair did not wear strong enough armor to meet King Laune.

The head and the ground kissed each other, throwing Bair to pieces, and the next moment Bair was led by the outlaws and galloped towards the gray mountains.

The outlaw who grabbed Bair whistled violently, and the attack came to an abrupt halt...

Sir Flender looked around, thought for a moment, and soon realized that something was wrong.

Shouted. "Young Master?!" "Young Master!"

Soon, the whole team was in chaos because there was no response, but at the same time Bayer was not confused.

All he needed to do was squeeze at the moment, and the man holding him would roll off his horse.

But this group of outlaws is obviously not interested in gold coins, and usually does not have a territory to sell their things.

Someone had hired them to attack him, and Bair had no enemies in his head, and it was clear that the hired humans could not be Greenskins or Beastmen.

Bayer pretended to fall to his temple, unconscious, and his eyes closed.

Let them tie the thick hemp rope to their bodies and walk towards an unknown path in the gray mountains.

The road is not far, and in just ten minutes you can see a small fortress in the distance.

It seems that the person who kidnapped himself was a "castle master"?

When the group walked in, Baier saw the situation here, there was no farmland, and the materials were randomly placed in the castle hall, and the whole looked old and dilapidated.

This border castle in Bretonnia seems to have been abandoned, and is now a den of robbers...

Bair was laid down, and he lay on the ground, when he heard a word.

"Don't pretend to sleep peacefully, Duke Byer, I feel you."

Bair opened his eyes. "You really don't know how to play, this game is called sleeping*."

Then Bair saw the pale cheeks of the comer, he knew this, he was... Bloodsucker!