At the speed of the caravan, it would take about three months to reach nearly 30,000 miles.

It had already taken two months just to walk through the jungle of life.

It's been calm along the way, and there have been robbers and monsters, but the strength is generally not high, and just the adventurer team can solve the trouble.

The three elven archers had also participated in the battle, and the power of the bow and arrow in their hands was indeed stronger than that of other races, and the three of them together could even pose a threat to a level 7 warrior.

Sadly, I didn't see the elven magician make a move.

Other than that, there is no danger along the way.

"This dart trip is so easy!" Karl muttered.

Yes, compared to the price of the black cut, Hank's hiring this time was simply too easy.

"Since you don't think you can afford to pay the price, then you can help me escort this caravan together, and if you still don't think it's enough, help me do what you can." This is what Hank said when he gave him the Great Axe.

"Looks like Hank has something to hide from me."

"What can you do?"

At present, the location of the caravan is already the territory of the dwarves.

Although it is called the Dwarven Hills, there are still some plains on the periphery.

From afar, you can see some uneven hills.

While everyone in the caravan was resting, Karl walked up to Hank's carriage and knocked on the window.

"Mr. Karl, Master Hank, please come in." Wellington came out and said something, then jumped out of the carriage and walked a few meters away.

"Hey, Master Hank, your carriage is quite luxurious." In the two months they were together, Carl had never entered Hank's car, and the two talked mostly outside.

"Haha, Carl, what are you pretending to be polite to me." Hank laughed.

Halfway through, Carl discovers that Wellington's name for Hank, from boss to young master, has indirectly indicated that Hank is likely to be the heir of a tribe.

"Carl, the next road may not be smooth." Hank lifted the curtain and looked out into the distance over the dwarven hills.

Then whispered a brief description of the situation of the Graf tribe to Carl.

Karl's eyes widened after hearing this, "I didn't expect your family's power to be so big. ”

However, no matter what race it is, as long as it involves the change of power, there will always be a fight, and this point, Carl even sees it more clearly than Hank.

"Now that we have entered the territory of our dwarf clan, so in the remaining distance, it is very likely that a ninth-level powerhouse will appear to assassinate me." It's no secret that Wellington has followed Hank since he was in the tribe.

"Carl, my friend, if it's really dangerous, you can choose to retreat, you are a young genius of the Terrans, maybe they will let you go for the sake of Mr. Shanya's face."

Hank said that his words this time were not mixed with the slightest benefit, he understood the danger of this time, for so many years, Carl was his only valued friend in the Terrans.

"Hehe," Carl smiled, "it's late." ”

"What's late?" Hank wondered, and then, as if thinking of something, a white light flashed in his hand, and a broadsword appeared.

"Master Hank, be careful!" Wellington whispered outside, Hank's carriage was nothing special from the outside, as long as Hank didn't go out, even if someone came to assassinate him, he couldn't be sure of his location for a while.

"Be on guard! Alert! Edgar, the leader of the adventurer's squad, shouted.

The members of his squad were also skillfully arranging the defenses, and their faces were full of solemnity.

Within a kilometer of the caravan, there were more than 500 dwarves dressed as robbers on horseback, and from a distance, they were all wearing heavy armor, and 100 dwarves had longbows on their backs.

Heavily armed bandits? Hehe. Hank looked out through the door and window, his gaze cold.

"Raise your shield!" When Edgar spotted the enemy's longbow, he gave the order as soon as he could.

His men quickly drew their shields from the wagons beside them, stood in front of the caravan, and formed the first line of defense before the enemy entered range.

Whoosh!

After the dwarven robbers entered the firing range, they launched the first round of attacks with bows and arrows, although the caravan had organized a defense, but the area of more than 100 people was still not small, and the robber archers did not need to aim too much.

The caravan suddenly screamed, and the shield could only protect part of the bow and arrow, and some unlucky people were still killed by the bow and arrow.

The most casualties were naturally the adventurers who rushed to the front, they were used to this kind of day of licking blood from the knife edge, and they calmly blocked the gap in the shield with the corpses of their teammates without grief.

Carl and Hank had not gone out of the carriage, and the interior of the carriage had been modified, and although it looked like there were many bows and arrows stuck in it from the outside, not a single arrow was actually visible inside.

With the casualties, those still alive on the caravan side have found cover, and the bows and arrows of the dwarven robbers are no longer of much use.

It's just these few showers of arrows, and the caravan members have directly reduced their strength to more than 20 people.

"Kill!"

Without nonsense, the dwarven robbers rushed directly on horseback, and the two sides engaged in a fierce melee battle for a while.

On the caravan side, the adventurers formed a group, and Hank's subordinates formed another group, independent of each other and auxiliary to each other, although it was the first time to cooperate in the battle, the two sides actually had some tacit understanding.

The three archers of the elven clan, the bows and arrows in their hands also continued to emit arrow feathers, shooting through the gaps to the dwarf bandits, causing more casualties to the robbers than those two teams for a while.

And the female magician finally made a move, waving the staff in her hand, and bursts of turquoise light emitted and landed precisely on each caravan member.

The caravan members felt lighter for a while, and their shots became faster.

It's wind magic.

After using up a wide range of blessing magic, the female magician's face was also a little pale, obviously the consumption of her mental power was also very large, but she still took out a spar from her arms and put it on the door of her head, as the spar broke, her face also visibly became rosy again.

The magician worked very hard, and after replenishing his mental power, he continued to cast magic, and the green light continued to drift towards the battlefield, this time the target turned out to be the enemy dwarven bandits.

Their own personnel couldn't help but be surprised in the battle center, this magician was looking at the wrong target because of the consumption of too much mental power?

Of course not, as the turquoise light fell on the robbers, each robber's movements became nearly two percent slower.

This magician can not only speed up, but also slow down.

"Brothers, after finishing this order, you will eat and drink spicy food for the rest of your life!" Naturally, Edgar would not let go of such a good opportunity, and rushed towards the robbers with a long sword in hand.

His team members also rushed to kill with red eyes and murderous faces, although this mission was dangerous, it is estimated that half of them have to explain here.

But the remuneration given by the employer Hank is really too much, so much so that the captain Edgar has already planned to give up and not take on the task, but his team members have come to persuade him.

As long as the task is completed, the whole team will no longer have to do this knife and lick the blood business.

As an adventurer, some people become an adventurer because they like to take risks, but most people are forced by life.

The bandit leader watched the battlefield in the rear, although his number was larger and the equipment was better, but the caravan was not only good at all hands, but also with the help of the elves, not to mention the three elven archers, mainly the magician, who played too much role in this kind of small battle.

The bandit leader looked coldly at the elven magician, "Kill those four elves." ”

The voice was low, and it couldn't reach the chaotic battlefield ahead.