Northeast of Thorm, a small border town.

"Master Turanze, after we leave the city, we will go east around the Misty Swamp, and then pass through a no-man's wilderness, and then enter the jurisdiction of the Herseus Valley. A middle-aged man who looked like a caravan owner introduced the cyan robed magician.

Two months ago, they set out from the city of Sophia and made a detour through the Torm Confederation to the Herseus Valley, thousands of miles away. Due to the large amount of baggage they carried, the convoy moved unusually slowly, which made the wind mage Turanze frustrated, and repeatedly asked them to speed up.

It wasn't until the leader of the caravan showed him the secret order of the eldest princess Christina that Turanze obediently shut up. Due to the intensification of the war between the North and the South, the vitality of the Principality of Ian was greatly damaged, and Buyada became the most powerful of the southern kingdoms. So the convoy went all the way without any difficulties.

"Then let's rest all night and set off tomorrow. Turanzer nodded and commanded. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the Wind Dragon Egg to capture the roaming Tower of Wind.

"Master, let's rest in this city for a few more days," advised the leader of the caravan, "and it is best for us to arrive in the valley of the Herseus in mid-to-late November. ”

"Why?" asked Turanze, confused.

"It's ...... The meaning of His Highness. Seeing that there was no one nearby, the leader of the caravan replied in a low voice. Of course, he is not a real businessman, but comes from the "Blood Rose", an intelligence agency formed by Christina herself. On his way here, he kept in close contact with the de facto ruler of the Bloodbrier, Duke Van Sinkel.

"Okay. Turanzer reluctantly agreed.

The convoy stayed in a hotel, and the guys packed up and got drunk. The leader of the caravan with a dozen guards inspected the tarpaulins covering the carriage one by one. Until the sun sets, all the vehicles are unmissed. He ordered the guards to be kept on guard, and he returned to the lobby of the hotel.

"Rubian," said Turanze, who was eating alone, when he walked in, raised his hand and beckoned, "Let's eat together." ”

Caravan leader Rubiang. He was about thirty or forty years old, with short brown hair and signs of baldness in the middle. He has a round face and thin eyebrows, a slightly raised lower abdomen, and an ordinary appearance, only smart eyes, and occasionally a cunning look.

Hearing Turanze's invitation, Rubiang hesitated for a moment, but sat down across from him. This young great magician. In fact, his nature is not bad, but he is not good at dealing with others, and he is easy to offend others.

He ordered a random dish and munched on it, but his ears were pricked up, keeping an eye on the wind and grass around him. This can be regarded as an occupational disease of intelligence officers.

"Don't you drink?" asked Turanze, puzzled, nine out of ten caravan members who had been on the road all year round were addicted to alcohol.

"I'm afraid of making a mistake. Rubian replied with a smile. But in my heart I was secretly vigilant, if I reached the valley of the Herseus River. You can't show your feet in such subtleties.

"By the way, what is the arrangement of His Highness?" Turanze also understood that he was not an ordinary caravan leader, so he changed the subject.

"What......" Rubiog put down his knife and fork, thought for a moment, and then whispered. "Master, all you have to do is try to get on good terms with Allegri, and for that reason, you'd better not reveal yourself as a court mage. lest they be suspicious. ”

"That's what it is...... What does Her Royal Highness the eldest princess mean?" Turanze asked with a frown.

Rubion looked at him and nodded slowly.

"I will obey Your Highness's orders," Turanze asked, gesturing at the convoy in the backyard, "but what was in that carriage, and why did it exude a faint magical aura?"

"It's the rare magical materials that His Highness has allocated from the Inner Treasury to exchange Wind Dragon Eggs with Allegri," Rubiang said with a smile, "These trivial matters, the master doesn't need to worry about them, and the little ones will take care of them properly." ”

"Well, then I'm going to meditate. Turanzer nodded slightly, and got up to leave.

Looking at his back, Rubiang shook his head helplessly, this great magician really doesn't care about any etiquette.

On 3 November, the "Vulcan Fury" turned back from the front line and arrived at the camp of the Central Route Army.

Allegri spent the whole day activating all the remaining arrays and then went to the king's tent to take his leave.

"Be careful all the way. King Nacini earnestly instructed. The military situation was reported from all sides, flying like raindrops, even if the pride of the King of Snowton was undiminished, it was inevitable that he would be exhausted, and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes would be dark.

Perhaps, his arrogance is just to boost the morale of the army, and in the middle of the night when no one is around, he will still toss and turn, and he can't sleep at night.

"Take care of your majesty. Allegri's eyes were moved. After sharing hardships in the city of Severa, the two became so close that King Nacini regarded him as a confidant and even made him preside over the crucial middle line of the three-line layout.

"You're Sheryl?" King Nacini smiled and nodded, turning to the young military attache standing behind Allegri.

"Seryl, Third Lieutenant, meet the king. Sheryl bowed.

"During Allegri's return, you will be the temporary commander," said King Nacini, who stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "and if it is good, I will be rewarded." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Sherrill was grateful and saluted again. From a down-and-out magic apprentice to the current deputy leader of the "Vulcan's Fury", his life trajectory has changed dramatically.

There was a neighing of military horses outside the tent, and another cavalry unit returned to the camp of the Central Route Army. Knowing that King Nacini was busy with affairs, Allegri took the opportunity to retire and pulled Sheryl out of the king's tent.

Not far away, the servant army was helping the black-robed knight to remove his heavy armor, Allegri recognized that it was the "Black Banner of the Formation" among the three knights, plus the "Golden Hibiscus" who had already returned to the camp, it seemed that King Nacini was planning to start a dignified battle with the enemy army under the city of Severa.

"Commander, is there another war?" asked Sheryl whispering, following him.

"Well, a great war," Allegri carefully admonished, "after I leave, you will bind your men to stay in the camp, and you will go wherever the king tells you to go, and you will do whatever you are told to do...... As for other things, don't ask too much, and don't talk nonsense. ”

"I know, Lord. Sherrill nodded repeatedly.

He has always been diligent and honest, and Allegri is still more at ease. The two made their way back to the camp, and Dargnan had already packed his bags.

"Let's go. "It was getting dark, and Allegri rushed back to the Herseus Valley with only a few dozen horsemen, and the stars and nights.

In his arms, he carried two secret orders and a talisman.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Second update.) ）