Southern Fields of Thorm.

The cavalry was around, and the two sides faced off.

Allegri casually blessed Fletcher with a "amplification spell", and said in a low voice, "You can say whatever I say, don't be that decaying, be fierce!"

Fletcher took a deep breath, nodded, brewed his feelings vigorously, and shouted viciously, "Which of you is the leader, come and talk to Archmage Alibaba!"

"Shall I go talk to him?" said Grand, looking around, asking for everyone's opinions.

"Shao Dong, this evil mage is extremely vicious, you must not go over," Anthony discouraged, "directly launch the cavalry phalanx, I don't believe he can stop the combined charge of the knights." ”

"I think it's good to lose a little less manpower," Kuyt thought as he took a spare long knife from his horse, "and as for safety, I can protect the young owner." ”

"With Lord Kuyt's strength, there is naturally no problem with security," the knight commander next to him was also unwilling to use the lives of his brothers to consume the magic power of the evil mage, and said in support, "If it wasn't for the mage who did something to the adult's weapon just now, Master Kuyt and him would be evenly matched." ”

"But ......" Anthony wanted to say something, but Kuyt had already sneered, "Mr. Anthony doesn't believe in the strength of the old man?"

Anthony was stunned, shook his head hurriedly, and said nothing more.

Grande greeted them, and the two of them rode in the direction of the carriage, and Anthony, who was behind them, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and followed.

"Is that the evil mage Ali Baba ahead?" the two sides kept a distance of dozens of paces, and Grand shouted sharply.

"What evil mage?" Fletcher's "amplification spell" hadn't dissipated yet, and his voice rumbled over the field, and he said inwardly, "You're the leader?"

Allegri, who sat next to him, wore a hood. Hiding his face, he sat there inscrutablely.

"I'm the young proprietor of the 'Flywheel' trade group, Grand," Grande said calmly, glancing at Fletcher, "Your Excellency?"

"I ......" the young owner of "Flywheel"? Fletcher felt empty. Immediately I was upset.

"This is my slave," Allegri next to him cursed in his heart, took the words, and said lightly, "I am Ali Baba." ”

"May I ask Master Alibaba," Gran slapped his horse slightly, and took a half-step forward, "where are you from?"

"I'm from Thran," Allegri said. He then reprimanded, "May I ask why you are blocking my way? Isn't it enough to condone the evil act of slave hunting in broad daylight?"

"Ali Baba, don't talk nonsense!" Seeing that Anthony's face was a little ugly, Grand interrupted him with a look of anger, "No matter what the reason, but why did you do such an angry thing? What you did has been regarded as a provocation to the entire Torm Federation!"

"Oh?" Allegri sneered, "are you trying to stop me?"

"Block, we're going to take you down today!" Now Grand is simply a messenger of justice. "In general, this is for the sake of the stability and reputation of the Torm Federation. In a small way, it is for the brotherhood between my 'Flywheel' merchant group and the Matro family, my country and my people, there is no room for negotiation at all. ”

"Is it that the Torm Federation is so sheltering a scoundrel that it wants to make enemies of us in Thurland?" Allegri argued, jumping out of the carriage and taking a few steps forward.

Grand was visibly furious. The clapping horse took a few steps forward, facing Allegri, the distance gradually narrowing, "Whatever the reason, you slaughtered the Federation mercenaries like this. It's always wrong!"

Anthony behind him looked at Grand with some emotion, he didn't expect this usually gentle son to be so generous and fierce for the family, and he had the intention to remind him to pay attention to the distance from the evil mage, but seeing that Kuyt, who was responsible for protecting Grand, next to him, didn't say anything, so he held it back for the time being.

"Hmph!" Allegri waved his hand, and a small flame appeared in his palm, "If you want to catch me, you can fill it with your life!"

"I see how you can stop my knight great-ah!" Grand, who was shouting with confidence, suddenly shouted, and actually turned over and fell off his horse!

"What's wrong?" Anthony was slightly stunned.

Allegri secretly praised "good acting skills!", while stretching out his left hand, holding it into a claw shape at Gran who fell to the ground, pulling back, and shouting, "Look at my 'Fire Demon Grip'!"

Everyone present screamed in surprise, and as soon as Grand stood up, he staggered towards Allegri, kicking his limbs wildly, obviously struggling as hard as he could, but he couldn't resist the invisible force.

"Let go of the young owner!" Kuyt shouted in an earth-shattering voice, drew his long knife, and rushed towards this side. Allegri sneered slightly, his left hand still grasping Gran, and his right hand swung out, and several flame tentacles appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the four hooves of Kuyt's mount.

When Kuyt jumped off his horse and was about to get up again, he could only sigh weakly and stand still. The phalanx of knights who were about to rush over all around could only hurriedly restrain their horses.

Gran had been caught in front of him by Allegri, and the flames were swirling in his hands, as if everyone had only one movement, and the Gran in his hands would be burned to charcoal.

"Haha

"Stand back!" Kuyt ordered appropriately, "Young owners are important!"

"Don't chase him, I'll let him go when I'm sure it's safe," Allegri pushed Grang, motioned for him to get into the carriage, and threatened, "If you dare to catch up, I'll kill him immediately, and then die with you, do you believe I can really do it?"

"Believe, believe, don't be impulsive," Kuyt ordered, ignoring Anthony's face, "Spread out, get out of the way, this guy is ruthless, don't act rashly!"

So the six thousand cavalry watched as the chariot, which had been through the fire of battle, drove away from the gap where they had left the way.

"What a good acting," the carriage jolted on, and Allegri patted Grand's shoulder and praised him with a smile, "I must add a braised egg to your lunch at noon today." ”

"Each other," Grande laughed, too, though he didn't know what it meant, "you're playing a very good role, a tyrannical fire mage from Thran." ”

"Let's just cover it up for a while, they will find me sooner or later," Allegri leaned wearily against the carriage door, "but I'm really out of gas now, and I'm glad I met you." ”

"You are more important to me than the Matro family," Grande gave him a concerned look, "and if we didn't want to disobey the orders of the Supreme Council, we wouldn't even have to play this scene." ”

"It's really hard for you to act so vividly and professionally. Allegri smiled.

"Ha Luha," said Grand, proudly, "I studied in the Empire of Buyada as a young man, studying at the Ilia Riverside Academy, which is known as the highest art palace on the mainland, specializing in ancient theater. ”

"It turns out that you really came from a professional background," Allegri smiled, "and the moment you fell off your horse, it felt like you had dedicated yourself to art." ”

"By the way," Grande asked, shaking his head, "how did you get to this point? If you continue like this, you'll be wanted by the whole Federation." ”

"Do you know what's been going on in the Misty Swamp lately?" Allegri asked rhetorically, with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" looked at Grand's expression, apparently unaware.

"We'll talk about this later," Allegri explained broadly with a wave of his hand indicating that the matter was not too important, "I have a brother who has been seriously injured and must be rushed to the Moon Song Forest as soon as possible to be saved." I was preparing to travel with some elven friends in the starry night, but I didn't expect that Jayne from the Matrow family would insist on taking us back to the city to check. I was in a hurry, so I didn't stop. ”

"It is not uncommon for the Matrow family to have many children who secretly use their geographical location to capture elven slaves for personal use," Gran shook his head and sighed, "but you can't be considered in a hurry, you can kill no less than a thousand people along the way." ”

"There are so many?" Allegri snorted for a moment, "maybe, but I can't stop and explain to them." Besides, they don't seem to have the desire to listen to my explanations. ”

"The Matro family probably doesn't want to offend such a powerful magician, but there is certainly no possibility of reconciliation now," Grand reminded, "Although they are not the first big business groups in the Federation, they are also local powerhouses that have lasted for hundreds of years, and you should be careful of their revenge." ”

"I know," Allegri nodded, "and when I have my hands free, I'll eliminate this threat once and for all." ”

"Completely eliminated?" Grand's surprise slightly, "It's not an easy thing to do, what are you going to do?"

"It's not difficult, it's just four words of murder and arson. Allegri said coldly.

"I used to think you were a pedantic mage who only focused on the study of magic, but now it seems that you are mistaken," Grand looked at him deeply and smiled, "It seems that I have made a wise choice to go to your side." ”

"You'll see how wise you are later," Allegri replied casually, looking up at the side of the road. At the sentry post next to the city, a large number of garrisons were waiting for him, and he hurriedly said, "Be serious, it's time for you to perform again." ”

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. Grand seemed to be a bit of a joy in the role-play, and his face was eager to try.

"Pay attention to your identity," looking at the excited young owner, Allegri scratched his head, and reminded helplessly,

"Are you a hostage, can you make it to frustrate?" (to be continued......)

PS: (double change)