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Preg lay in the only small tent but didn't fall asleep, the corpses of the gnolls keeping him awake. As a faithful believer of Lady Luck, he felt that when he encountered the corpse today, it was actually Lady Luck reminding him. Otherwise, the wilderness is so big, where can the jackal die, but he will die in the place where his caravan passes, isn't this the goddess of luck telling sù that there is danger around him?

"Goddess Tamora, O goddess of insight qiē, use your gracious arm to guide me in the right direction—" He began to murmur a prayer again. His subordinates were too unreassuring, and he thought to himself that he would always lead his team to avoid the big trade routes with many robbers, and to twist the small roads. In the past few years, I have encountered some small groups of goblins and kobolds, and the ones who are making trouble are scared away.

And now the real gnolls may be nearby, and those beasts are real cannibals without spitting out bones! They have been fighting and killing since they were young, and any one of them is better than these farmer-born guys. Moreover, their intelligence is not low, and some intelligent individuals can even speak the lingua franca, and do some weapons and leather business with humans and dwarves! Coupled with that fierce nature and honed martial arts, it only takes a dozen or so to easily crush Preg's small caravan!

Maybe next time, I should take these guys to the big business road to meet the big scene, and let them know that if they come out and mix up accidentally, they will die?

But that would be too dangerous, Preg continued, his caravan was too small to withstand any toss. Speaking of which, those nobles, mages, and big merchants are no worse than jackals, and they can find a way to suck the bones of a small caravan like themselves. I have been doing business on my own for ten years, and at least half of my income has been exploited by those guys for various reasons and by various means. I carefully juggle among customers, big merchants, officials, nobles and robbers every day, and I can only barely get by, but it is too difficult and difficult to really make a fortune.

He sighed, got up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the tent.

The sight of the surroundings made him very angry.

The men who were keeping vigil were all napping around their campfires!

If a gnoll comes, it's worth it! I don't know how to die!

He cursed and turned to go back to the tent to get a stick. He's going to beat up these hillbillies who don't take orders seriously!

Suddenly, he heard a "knock, knock" sound.

He turned and walked cautiously towards the place where the sound had come from, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheath it. Then he saw a strange scene: the scrawny half-drow of the daytime was lying on his side on the wooden box of the magic potion, banging his head against the box.

"What is she doing?" Preg wondered, he couldn't see very clearly in the dim light of the fire.

Got closer. He saw that scary, skinny skull face, covered in dark red blood! And then the big nail protruding from the wooden box below!

He yelled, "What are you doing?" and ran up in a rage, tearing her off the carriage.

The half-drow slave girl fell to the ground hard, opening her mouth and gasping for breath, like an old woman about to breathe.

Preg looked up angrily, and saw that the men who were on the night watch woke up, and they all looked at this side at a loss, so he pointed at them and yelled: "And you! Why are you all sleeping? This self-defeating guy hit his head with a shocking sound, and you all slept like dead pigs! Not to mention any gnolls! Are you going to die?

The more he scolded, the more angry he became, and kicked Lelin, who was lying on the ground, a few times, and scolded angrily: "And you! I want to die now, don't you? No way! I just drag you to Wilvach, and then throw you off the city wall to feed the centaurs! A few people will tie her up and close her mouth, lest she kill herself again! They are all uninformed hillbillies, and if they continue like this, they will be killed by you sooner or later!"

He was still scolding, and a few shrewd men ran forward, trapped the immobile Le Lin, and found a stinking and rotten rag and stuffed it into her mouth.

Preg scolded and saw all the guys awake and gathered around. Then he announced loudly: "Next time, I'll take you on the road and show you what the robbers are like! Don't think it's great that you once drove out a few rotten goblins! That's all scum! Let you see the 'big scene', and let you know how easy life is now!"

The next day, the clouds parted a bit, and the earth seemed to be alive with sporadic rays of sunlight shining through the cracks in the clouds. The morale of Pregg's team also improved slightly, as he ordered the team to speed up and make sure to reach Harmonville before sunset. Wherever you go, you can sleep with confidence and boldness, replenish your belongings by the way, and if you're lucky, you can even get some bad wine to drink. At the thought of this, the guys' mood was lively, and their actions were extremely hard.

Before the sun set, the caravan came to a low hill, opposite a tall mountain range that stretched over the earth, and at the foot of the hill a humble walled city nestled quietly on the mountain. As far as the eye can see, you can vaguely see dozens of wisps of cooking smoke slowly drifting up, and there are only some sparse trees and shrubs around the walled city, while small patches of dry yellow farmland are scattered in the distance, which looks like a languishing border scene. Preg exhaled, and the nerves that had been tense all day finally relaxed, because he could finally rest peacefully tonight, and tomorrow he would wait until he had clarified the surrounding form before making a trip.

The town of Harmon Ville is said to be a town, but in fact it is just a slightly larger rural gathering place, but the lord of this area, Old Baron Haril, lives here, and in order to maintain the dignity of the nobles, he has to play the title of "town". The town was surrounded by a low wall made of wood and stone, and although the enclosure was large, the rudimentary wall was only three or four men high, and there were only two heavily armed soldiers on it. A wall of this magnitude would be as if it were undefended in the Duchy of Gloucester. There are many hill giants about 3 people tall and as big as elephants living in the deep mountains and old forests, and this kind of 3 or 4 people high walled city is overturned and cracked by a collision. If it is placed in the Duchy of Clarence, it will be even worse! There are many mages who have turned into bandits, and there are many intermediate mages who can use arcane arts above the third order, if this kind of person comes to attack the city, as long as he casts a few spells, he can burn the city wall of this mixture of wood and stone with a fire!

Fortunately, it was on the edge of the desert, and few robbers would attack it, for no other reason than because it was so poor that people had no other goods than the necessary rations. The shrewd robbers didn't want to come all the way to this barren land and force a few pieces of black bread against the desperate and angry villagers. And to the south along the tall mountain range to the west is the military town of Wilvach, where the larger robbers dare not come. And to the north, no one knows the rocky desert on the edge! The vegetation there is scarcer than here, and there are many broken stones, and when the wind blows, countless small stones fly wildly with the wind, and it is difficult for even rats to survive, let alone other large creatures.

The Duchy of Hereford, which governs the area, once sent a team of hundreds of mages, priests, and paladins as the main force to march into the rocky desert, intending to find an area suitable for human habitation through the desert, but failed. After they entered the desert, with the support of spells, they walked for more than 3,000 miles, and still did not see the edge. Instead, he was ambushed by many monsters lurking underground, and after losing nearly 100 people, he had to withdraw from that desolate and terrifying area. As a result, the town of Hamon Welle has become the limit of what humans can reach in the northwest of this continent, perhaps a place where its intelligent races rarely haunt.

A few soldiers stood on the walled city of Hammondville, and when they saw the banner of the Preg caravan from afar, they sent two soldiers in rudimentary leather armor out of the city to inspect them, verify their identities, and lead them into the walled city.

Looking around, the whole town was gray, and the smell of animal manure was still in the air. There are no other buildings in this area, except for simple stone houses, and most of them are short and small, with only thatched roofs, which can barely accommodate a few people. Occasionally, you can see a few lonely two-story stone houses, the lower floor is fed with cattle, sheep, chickens, dogs and other livestock, and the upper floor is inhabited, which seems to belong to a few wealthy families. And a vacant lot without grass between the houses is considered a "street".

The "largest" building is the "Little Castle" of the lords in the center.

That "little castle" is really small, and it's hilarious. It's only as wide as three rooms and as tall as a four-story building, and the bigger hotels in the big cities are bigger than it. The lower part of it is a large stone structure, while the upper part is a mixed structure of wood and stone, like a tavern in a large city, with wood as the vertical and horizontal supports, and stone as the wall. The walls were hastily painted with white ash, and the uneven and mottled walls were like big flower faces. On the few wooden windows on the few sides, most of the paint has peeled off, revealing some decayed wooden frames. Where does it look like a castle? A sturdy four-storey inn is sturdier than that!

A few first-time guys looked around, and suddenly someone whispered to the people around them, "Why don't you see the temple?

The others chuckled, "Where the birds don't, what god wants to come?"

Another said, "I heard that they used to worship Atri, the goddess of the earth. It's a pity that the goddess doesn't seem to bother to take care of this place, and she doesn't even send a decent priest. The people of the town themselves continued to priest for more than ten years without any response, and the land and life did not change at all, and then it was abandoned. Pointing to a two-story building that looked like a tavern, they said, "That's the original temple of the goddess of the earth, which was later converted into a place where soldiers drank and played cards." ”

"Don't talk too much!" Preg stopped as he rode back on his horse, "Don't talk about the gods anymore, we just need to make money in peace." "In this world, it is very immoral to talk about gods casually, and every place will worship which god or which god to give up for various reasons, and outsiders will be very offended by saying about it. Preg doesn't want to get in trouble here.

A bearded middle-aged strong man in heavy scale armor walked over, with a three-finger wide and five-foot (about 1.5 meters) long sword hanging from his waist, this is a real murder weapon, although the scabbard and hilt are very old, far less beautiful and gorgeous than the thin swords of those noble people, but it is attached to the spell of the primary "magic weapon", which can cut through the same ordinary big sword! This is the most efficient weapon to fight for life in the bloody fight!

He was the leader of these soldiers, Tivedes, and the ruler of the area, the only person in the lower ranks of the old Baron Haril, who had the status of knight. He smiled and opened his arms and hugged Preg tightly as he dismounted.

"See you again, old friend. He smiled and said, "I haven't seen outsiders for almost a year, and today I finally have you here." You'll come with me for a drink!, but I guess you didn't even take a drop of wine along the way. You and your guys can have a drink tonight. ”

Pregg's mood also relaxed, they were old friends, and being with a regular soldier like him was more reassuring than his scrap wood guys, and he said with a smile on his face: "Yes, since I set out from DiCarloma City, I haven't been able to sleep well for a day! Today I finally see a big savior, drink well at night, and sleep the whole day tomorrow!"

The two patted their shoulders and talked as they led the caravan to a grassy clearing and settled down.

"That's right, Tivedes. As the men were tidying up the wagons and horses, Preg pulled Tivedes aside and asked in a low voice, "Have there been any gnolls here lately?" We saw the remains of a gnolls on the road, and the skeleton was relatively intact, not like the work of wild beasts or goblins. "He doesn't want the guys to hear too bad news, it will affect the morale of the team, and Yan zhòng's words will even lead the caravan to fall apart!

The tall Tivedes nodded heavily and said, "There is indeed a group of gnolls operating in this area, the same ones that have been here a few years ago. But now, with the help of Master Donghezi, I can chase and beat them every time I twist their butts, and they don't dare to move around now. The one you saw was probably one of the scouts that my soldiers went out to kill two weeks ago. ”

"Knock-and--z?" Preg asked, a little surprised, "What a strange pronunciation, who is he? New mage? I said that in the middle of nowhere, there are still mages willing to come over in the middle of nowhere?"

Tivedes laughed and said, "There is a mage, but it is not Master Donghezi, but a nephew of the baron, Grimm, a junior mage, who used to study magic in Giffin City, and then probably heard that our old baron will not live long, and there are no heirs under his knees, so he came all the way to live in such a poor place." It seems that he is preparing to inherit the title of old baron after his death.

There was a slight look of disdain in his eyes, and he continued: "This kid doesn't have much ability, so he can use some second-order spells, but he is very greedy, and he won't let go of a little money. The baron's health is also not good, and many things can only be handed over to him, and as a result, this guy is always looking for opportunities to deduct our salary, and in the name of strengthening management. He thought we didn't know, the money would be hiss as soon as the baron died, and he would take all the money back to Giffen to learn magic! ”

It was another cliché story about titles and property, and Preg smiled knowingly, and then asked, "Then ——? the master you are talking about?"

"The master is a druid. Tivedus leaned into his ear and whispered mysteriously, "Very advanced druid, I don't know how tall he is, but it's really powerful!" The master said that in two months, when winter comes, he will help us wipe out all the gnolls in this area! ”

Preg didn't bother to care about Louis the Druid, and this outdated profession had long since retired from the stage of history. Except for a small number of druids in poor places with low civilization, they have long been replaced by mages and priests in other places! Are the druids here high-level and their own business? So they interrupted him and asked, "Is it safe to go south now? Are there any gnolls there?"

Tivedus replied categorically, "No! All the gnolls in this area have been driven into the desert to the north. Master Dong Hezi has confirmed this with his spells. We just plan to starve these beasts in the desert for two months, and when they have nothing to eat, they are almost killed by each other, and then they will be annihilated in one fell swoop!"

After sending Tivedus away, Preg's heart grew heavy, for Tivedus reminded him before leaving, "That little mage is very greedy, you have to be careful." ”

It seems that this time he is going to be extorted again, how can he deal with a quasi-nobleman by a small businessman? And junior mages are far more greedy than other level mages, because learning arcane arts is very expensive, and junior mages can hardly do anything that can make a lot of money except for some money provided by their families. Like the junior female mage that DiCarloma met in the city, she was low-level and learned to run around with the protagonist of adventure novels, which was just looking for death!

So if the average junior mage can get a money-making business, it's crazy. There is no way, the tuition fees are too expensive, and if you want to get out of the world, you have to first suffer the economic oppression of those middle and high-level mages. But how many people have been affected?

Preg turned back depressedly and instructed the guys to sort out the goods and set up the tents.

The people of the town were far away in front of their houses, and they watched the dozens of small caravans busy with expressionless faces and numb eyes, and none of them came to join in the fun, because they had no money. To survive in such a harsh environment and with thin land, to be able to have something to eat, and to have a few animal skins and linen cloths to wear as clothes is considered a "good life," where is there any extra income? There are people here who have never even touched a silver coin in their lives! They can only look at these foreign merchants numbly, because what the outside world is like is not important to them. It's good to be alive.

A few four or five-year-old children with muddy faces, dressed in rags that could barely be called "clothes", looked at this side curiously, they were just sensible, and they were very curious about the most new things. Preg looked at them with a smile and took out a few slices of sweet bread to hand them over. The children looked back at their parents pitifully, and the men nodded their heads, and the children carefully took the slice of bread with their dirty little hands covered with reddish-purple chilblains.

Watching these children scatter in a hurry, Preg smiled bitterly, after all, he was born in the wilderness, and he didn't even say a word of thanks, and even when he received the bread, his expression was numb, and he didn't have a smile at all. What a dreary place.

He was thinking about it, and when he looked up, his heart suddenly "clicked".

Three people approached each other.

The middle one is the mage.

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