The midday sun is blazing like a grand march, but when the sun is light, the soothing sunset shines down and mingles with the pale twilight that spreads on the ground, and the flat fields of Torm look graceful and magnificent.

Allegri breathed deeply, and the early autumn wind poured into his mouth with the freshness of the wilderness, and the coolness that swirled in it made him sober up in an instant.

"Big ...... Your Excellency," one of the elven sentries reported hesitantly, "they're about to catch up with us." ”

"I see," Allegri nodded, "and you take care of yourself. ”

"Yes, sir. The elven sentry nodded, drew his bow, and beckoned his companions to move closer to the carriage.

Allegri was slightly focused, he could already hear the clatter of hooves behind him, and on such an open plain, the other party must have discovered his tracks, so there was no need to cover up.

"May I ask which Mr. Mage is in front of you?" At the same time, the cavalry that had caught up with them split into two lines and outflanked the fields on either side of the post road, ready to block their way.

The carriage with a load of loads was simply impossible to run through the cavalry ranks, and Allegri hesitated for a moment, but still said loudly, "Stop." After impulsively annihilating Jayne and his party, his mood gradually calmed down, and if he could not delay too much time, he also wanted to see if there was room for relaxation.

"You protect the carriage. He whispered a command, jumped out of the carriage, and turned to meet him.

The cavalry surrounding on both sides were eyeing each other, their helmets were bright, and they were in a neat lineup, wearing exactly the same standard equipment. It's just that the weapons in his hands are not uniform, and it is obviously a private army formed by the Martello family's mercenaries. This phenomenon is quite common in the Torm Federation, where some powerful mercenaries are reluctant to continue to live in the open, and large merchant groups also have the need to form their own armed forces, so the two sides often hit it off. In a sense, the real military reserve of the Torm Federation. These are the mercenaries, not the reservists of other countries.

A warrior who looked like a commander led several of his men to catch up, dozens of paces away from Allegri, keeping a distance ready to attack at any moment. The Commander is a sturdy middle-aged man with two graceful curved crescent scimitars on his back, he should be an agile warrior, and it seems that he is confident enough to launch a surprise attack at this distance, and his strength is obviously very strong.

After receiving Jayne's dying signal, they quickly arrived at the battlefield. There is also a certain understanding of Allegri's strength. The archer and agile warrior are not at a loss to the mage, and he is quite sure that he will interrupt Allegri before he can cast a spell. But with such a powerful and young magician, it is difficult to say that there is no tougher backstage behind him. Therefore, the meaning of the family is to salute first and then to soldier, after all, from the mouths of the remaining mercenaries, they already know the truth of the matter, although the other party is a little ruthless, but the shortcomings are still on their side. And if the other party does have a backstage and is willing to make face-saving concessions, it is not impossible to sacrifice Jayne.

But the premise of all this. It is the other party's concession that the other party must return to Papan City to make certain indications. Saving the reputation of the Matro family is the bottom line of the merchant group.

The Scimitar Commander hesitated for a moment, but asked first, "Your Excellency Mage, what do you call it?"

Allegri tilted his head sideways and replied. "Alibaba. ”

The Commander quickly pondered his memories and the information sent by his family, and confirmed that there was no information about this "Ali Baba" before asking, "Then may I ask the son of Jayne who sent out the arrow just now." What did you do to make Mr. Alibaba so ruthless?"

"He's secretly in the business of a slave catcher, so your merchant group won't be ignorant, right?"

"If you don't talk about the truth of this matter, then why did Your Excellency kill them all?" The face of the commander of the private soldiers changed slightly, and from the mouths of the remnants of the mercenaries, they naturally knew the reason for the conflict. Even as one of the private commanders of the Matro family, he may also have a share of the slave catcher's harvest. But this kind of thing, they will never admit it on the surface.

"He wasted my time. Allegri replied lightly, and then frowned slightly, this conversation had been delayed for some time, and his heart was secretly anxious, and asked, "What do you want?" ”

"Waste of time?" the Scimitar Commander snorted, his face sank, "Come back to Papan City, and we can negotiate a solution, so that there is still room for relaxation between the two sides." He held back his anger, which was already the limit of what the family could bear.

"I'm not on my way," Allegri said calmly, "if you let me go now, I can come to Papan City to discuss with you when I'm done." ”

"Then don't blame us for being rude. I didn't expect the other party to be so ignorant, the scimitar commander snorted, secretly made a gesture, and pulled out his double knives, preparing to launch a surprise attack before the magician could cast a spell.

Allegri smiled helplessly, took a step back without a trace, and raised his hands flat with the words in his mouth. Not allowing the mage to release spells with peace of mind is one of the keys to the battle against the mage, the scimitar commander shouted loudly, and jumped out of his horse, and several elite warriors led by him, and then quickly charged here. The distance of dozens of paces was only a blink of an eye at their meteor-like speed. At the same time, dozens of mercenaries who received orders around took off the horned bows they were carrying, and arrows flew everywhere.

But at a distance of dozens of paces, Allegri always has the ability to snap his fingers. The flame elemental obeyed the order, and a few steps in front of him, a wall of fire suddenly appeared, blocking the warriors in front of him.

And when the scattered arrows around him shot at him, the pale red flame shield quietly emerged, and the feather arrows burned and fell to the ground, the powerful archer was certainly the mage's greatest enemy, but this level of attack, even his shield could not break through.

"Let's go together!" came the mercenary leader's sharp command from behind the wall of fire, he didn't expect this mage to be so difficult to deal with, the instantaneous wall of fire couldn't stop him, but countless tentacles of flames stretched out on the ground, entwining and blocking, making his proud speed advantage completely impossible to play. Suddenly, hundreds of mercenary soldiers not far away turned over and dismounted at the same time, their swords unsheathed, and attacked with screams.

Allegri's face changed slightly, his hands raised in the air, and the endless tentacles of flame centered around him, like countless tongues of fire poking out from cracks in the ground. He took a deep breath and waved his hand lightly, and a series of sparks suddenly sparked and swirled around his body. These small and dim sparks seemed to have no offensive power, but after absorbing the power of the furious flames that filled his body, they quickly swelled into a flower of flame the size of a bowl, flying in all directions like a bird.

The sound of the battle finally woke up the sleeping Evelola, and when she got out of the carriage, she saw the elven sentries around her open their mouths slightly, looking in the direction of the battlefield. She hurriedly looked away, dizzy.

The slender black-robed magician was surrounded by a huge amount of flame magic, and even embodied a pale flame outlined around his body. He waved his hand again and again, like an old farmer sowing seeds in the field, and after those fireworks-like sparks flew out, they quickly absorbed the magic power beside him and expanded into a bewitching bouquet of flames, flying in all directions, exploding in the mercenary team with dazzling flames.

Screaming and screaming, the wall of fire pushed, the tentacles of countless flames on the ground fluttered like long grass, and the evil fire mage was slaughtering a team of hundreds of people by himself.

She stared at the tragic and magnificent scene with a bit of a dullness, and only a few minutes had passed, except for the scattered remnants of the soldiers who fled in fear into the distance, and there was no one alive except the corpse beside Allegri.

"It's a waste of time. Allegri shook his head and walked back slowly, his face a little pale.

"What's the matter, let's go!" he snorted and commanded with a low snort, and the elf sentries next to him were stunned and quickly took action.

Presumably the pursuers would continue to come, Allegri thought for a moment and said to Evelola, "You go to the carriage and look at Illo." ”

"Okay," Evelola asked subconsciously, "what about you?"

"I'm here to stop the pursuers. Allegri walked over to the carriage, reached out and patted the pillars of the carriage, and nodded in satisfaction.

He tried, struggling to climb to the top of the carriage, looking for a secure place to stay.

Finally, he steadied himself facing north, sat cross-legged in the middle of the roof of the car, and ordered, "Hurry up, don't stop and talk nonsense with them on the way, chasing soldiers...... I'll take care of it. ”

In the autumn and September, one of the most eye-catching events of the Torm Federation was the countless orders issued by the Martro family, the lord of Papan City.

The bounty was so generous that it was said that even the Supreme Council of the Torm Federation was stunned, but after knowing the inside story, it suddenly became apparent. Having slaughtered the descendants of the family in such a way in the territory that he had controlled for hundreds of years was simply the most serious provocation to the Matro family, and the other party even slaughtered the pursuers again, and poured oil on this fire.

Things have developed to such an extent that it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, and even what the sister-in-law of the Matro family has done to make the other party so hot-handed no longer pay attention. Either way, the two sides are already bitter enemies, and if they can't quickly hunt each other down, the reputation of the Matro family will be dealt a huge blow.

Countless mercenary bands, killers, and privates of the Matrow family and their allies flocked to the southern part of the Torm Federation. The humble carriage became the most delicious bait in the world, and countless fish came from all directions in vain to try to bite it.

So, the beacon is thousands of miles away. (To be continued......)

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