The sky is clear, and white clouds are floating in the blue sky.

Under the south gate of the Thunder Fortress, hundreds of silver-armored knights held their heads high, and the horses on their sides were also wearing silver armor, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

A tall horse in gold armor stepped across the drawbridge and walked slowly, on horseback, Locke was wearing a red magic robe with two gold stripes on his chest and cuffs, which symbolized the intermediate fire magician.

After the battle of Zhihai, Locke broke through to the intermediate mage, and the pure necromantic energy left by the Necromantic God only absorbed a small bit.

Ash squatted in front of him, a pair of small paws flicking the horse's mane.

"Get on your horse......," shouted the Silversmith as the knight turned on his horse in unison, his eyes glaring at Locke, moving as he advanced.

"Departure ......" The Thunder Cavalry followed behind Locke in an orderly manner, moving neatly.

"May the emblem of the musket protect you." On the ramparts, Duke Sov himself shouted.

"The Thunder Army... Kill—" The Thunder Cavalry shouted without looking back.

There is less than half a month before the wedding of the three princesses of the empire, and it will take ten days to reach the imperial capital from the Thunder Fortress at the earliest.

In the south, in Nouürvanwal, if they have prepared their fast horses, they can change horses and continue their journey without pausing.

The group quickly whipped their horses, changed horses more than ten times on the way, and it took them ten days to rush to the nearest town to the imperial capital - Baoshan Town.

More than 100 cavalry walked into the town, which immediately caused panic, it was only twenty miles away from the imperial capital, and it had not seen such murderous cavalry for many years.

Locke walked at the forefront, and the closer he got to the imperial capital, the more excited his heart became.

"Sir! Sir!" An obese middle-aged man hurriedly ran over, his fat swaying up and down with his pace.

Lockler's horse stopped, and the cavalry behind him also stopped.

"Hello sir, I'm the mayor of Baoshan Town, I don't know what you're doing here?" The middle-aged man took off his hat and bowed.

"After a long journey, rest here for a few days." Locke shook the reins as the golden-armored horse stepped on.

"Stay here, sir, we don't allow soldiers to enter the city here." The fat mayor said as he trotted along with the horses.

"Who made the rules?" Locke didn't mean to stop at all, and asked condescendingly.

"It's... Be... Imperial Capital..."The fat mayor originally wanted to talk about himself, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it down, so he changed his words temporarily.

"The Imperial Capital?" Locke paused again, looked at the fat mayor suspiciously, and repeated.

"It's... Exactly!" The fat mayor swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm.

"Well, from now on, this rule will be nullified." Locke sneered, shook the reins, and rode directly towards the post station.

Before coming to the post station, Locke was stunned, only to see that the post station of the military hall was dilapidated, and even the wall had collapsed in several places, and through the gap in the wall, he could see that the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the roof was full of skylights.

"Is it really enough, the people of the imperial capital live in such a comfortable way, and it can be so inappropriate to stay away from the war zone?" Locke dismounted, came to the door of the inn, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the huge door panel fell with a bang, and the dust was overwhelming.

"Young master, what do you ......see?" a cavalryman asked in a low voice.

"Article 123 of the Emperor's Regulations stipulates that military stations must be set up throughout the country, and someone must be stationed to maintain them."

"This military hall post has been abandoned for many years, where did the annual maintenance cost go? I guess it's in the mayor's pocket." Locke said with a sneer.

He didn't want to meddle in his affairs, and he didn't take it to heart at all for the obstruction of the fat mayor before, they would not affect the life of the town, and they only lived in the military hall along the way.

"So what now?" The soldier continued.

"Simply clean up, I'll rest here for the next few days." Locke said and walked in first.

I have to say that this place is really too dilapidated, and the ruins look like they have just experienced a big battle.

A hundred cavalrymen led the horses into the courtyard, where there was no provisions

, just so that the horses can eat the weeds in the yard, killing two birds with one stone.

The soldiers quickly cleared a sturdy-looking room for Locke, and they made their own bunks or floors.

Outside the post house, the fat mayor and a group of people were constantly looking.

"Mayor Mare, you said they wouldn't report us to the top." An attendant whispered.

"Probably not, they look like they're just passing by, go, prepare food, have meat, and plug their mouths with meat and wine."

The entourage received the order, waved his hand and left with a few people.

The fat mayor straightened his clothes, lifted his stomach and walked towards the courtyard.

"Take a look... I told you to fix this door a long time ago, but you just didn't listen, and you didn't hurry up to fix it for the commanders." The fat mayor pointed to the collapsed door panel and pretended to shout at the entourage behind him.

"Yes, yes, damn it, it's for the chiefs." Several of the attendants laughed, and then laboriously lifted the door panel and renailed it back.

"I hope you forgive me for not being well entertained, sir." The fat mayor walked into the courtyard with a smile on his face and said.

Locke walked out of the room, looking at the fat mayor with a blank face.

"Hello Your Excellency the Magician, after a hard journey, I have ordered someone to prepare a meal, and I will ensure that you and the commanders can eat, drink, and sleep well tonight." The fat mayor nodded and said.

"Oh? Sleep well?" Locke looked around, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Hearing this, the fat mayor rolled his eyes and said, "That's the case, as our town continues to expand, at the beginning of this year, we are going to move the military hall post outside the town, so there will be no one to take care of it here, I'm really sorry."

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"What's your name?" Locke asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Taylor, Edmund Taylor."

"Don't fix these things, we're just passing through here, we don't bother to care about what you guys do, we're going to rest here for a few days, except for delivering food, we don't need to send people over." Locke turned and walked towards the house.

When he reached the door, he stopped and turned his head and said, "Also, let those who are secretly watching get out, or I'll let them move their heads."

Taylor wiped the cold sweat from his head and nodded, then smiled at the cavalrymen who were looking at him coldly before turning to leave.

Out of the station, Taylor conveyed Locke's orders, and in his opinion, as long as he served the other party well in the past few days, this team should not be blamed again.

"Food, bedding and so on, hurry up and send them to them, and find a few more young girls to see if they will accept it." After giving another order, Taylor glanced back at the post station and left with a smile.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen young and beautiful girls to be sent to the post station, along with barbecue meat and bedding.

The people who followed Locke this time were all well-trained elites, and they didn't need beautiful women, and barbecue was their first choice.

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Inside the mayor's mansion, Taylor sat behind his desk, the faint glow of the candle flickering.

He shook the red wine glass in his hand, and from time to time he brought it to his nose to smell it.

"You're saying they only took food, where the hell did this cavalry come from? Silver Armor... Silverarmor?" Taylor leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in thought.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, for his movements were so great that the chair made an overwhelmed sound.

"It's the Northern Army, it seems to be from the Austin family, the three princesses shouldn't be invited to their wedding, right? Looks like it's interesting."

"Chief, shall we do it?" The attendant standing next to him asked.

"No, let them go to the imperial capital, dog eats dog hair, hahaha......" Taylor laughed insolently.

The entourage on the side was also smiling.

"By the way, how are you doing what you were told?" Taylor said with a smile away.

"We have already carved out the magic circle within this five-mile radius, as long as you give an order, all the creatures within the range will become the best nourishment for the demon god.

The attendant bowed slightly.

"Good, when the Austin people are gone, we'll act." A cold glint flashed in Taylor's eyes.

"May the demon god reappear soon," the attendant said straightly.

"May the demon god reappear soon..."