The establishment of the Gondor Empire was rather abrupt, and almost overnight, the imperial family was cleaned up and replaced, and even the opposition was quickly suppressed.

However, many lords declared their independence, and in response to this, the Terkantai family adopted a policy of tenderness, recovering most of the lords in a few years, and did not take a hard line against the small number of lords who insisted on independence.

Cold City is one of the territories that insists on independence, and five years ago, the Gondor Empire seemed to have had enough of it, cutting off all trade between the empire and Cold City.

The cold city feels very cold when it looks at the name, but in fact, it is also true, because it is located in an alpine region, and there is almost nothing to grow in this territory, and many materials are not self-sufficient. It's not so much a city as a fortress. Because of its geographical location and rich mineral resources, the city was a very important territory since the era of the Lorysk Empire.

The Gondor Empire cut off the supply of supplies to the Cold City, and the Cold City could only get supplies from the Kurt Empire on the other side, so many merchants seized the opportunity. However, the road from the Kurt Empire to the cold city is not easy to walk, not to mention the poor mountains and bad waters, and in recent years, there are still several bandits and robbers entrenched in this vicinity. Many merchants lost their money for this, and if they were lucky, they scolded these robbers for being sent by the Gondor Empire, and those who were unlucky even lost their lives.

After listening to the explanation, the red dragon bowed his head and was silent, lamenting in his heart that human society is changing too fast, and the dragon can't keep up with the rhythm. Thirty years on Dragon Island felt like no concept had passed, and the family that had stayed on the mainland for more than ten years had ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.

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In the morning, the red dragon flies thousands of meters in the air and looks down on the caravan below, keeping its body near the sun, so no one usually notices the presence of the red dragon. Even if someone looks at the sky with a bright light and notices the black dot near the sun, they will think it is a bird or something, and they will not think of a dragon.

The red dragon had already flown the route the caravan was going to pass through today, and as always, he didn't find anything of interest, and at this time, looking at the caravan below, the thought of "today will be another boring day" appeared in Ember's heart.

The scorching summer sun is unbearable for most creatures, but for the red dragon it is as warm as its mother's big hand.

Xiao Lan, who usually stays on top of his head, has already gotten into the ears and eyes of the red dragon to escape the heat, and this is one of the few places on the red dragon that is not considered to be hot.

By noon, the temperature was close to report, and the caravan stopped with relief after entering a grove with a small lake.

After receiving the order to rest, more than a dozen people couldn't wait to take off their clothes and jumped into the lake one after another, cutting off the idea of a few mercenaries who came to the lake with water bottles to refill water.

One of the mercenaries drank all the warm water from the kettle, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I wish I could have a cold beer now!"

The others also nodded, but the mercenaries all knew that they couldn't drink alcohol during the mission now, and the bandit group could attack at any time.

"Try this, guaranteed to beat the heat!" a caravan man with a barrel stopped them as several of the mercenaries were about to return to the group.

Seeing that several people's attention was attracted by themselves, the caravan guy opened the lid of the barrel, and several mercenaries only felt a refreshing mint smell coming to their faces, and they saw that the barrel was a pale green translucent liquid.

"This is the latest recipe of the Burton Chamber of Commerce to make a summer drink, a barrel of five silver coins. The caravan guy duly reached out with a slap in the face.

Several mercenaries glanced at each other, although the price of five silver coins was a bit high for a drink, but it was still acceptable, the amount of this bucket was not small, enough for a dozen people to drink happily. So the mercenaries happily paid for it.

"Captain, you taste. Kitt took the kettle handed over by his hand and took a breath, the smell of mint lifted his spirits: "Hey, where did you get this thing?"

"It was sold by the caravan people, and I saw that many people bought a barrel as well, and the effect of relieving the heat was really good. The subordinate said with a smile.

Kit drank the drink from the kettle, and suddenly felt a cool breath flow down his esophagus, and then quickly spread to his whole body, and the feeling of extreme heat was swept away.

"Refreshing! good things, you can buy some with the money. Kitt put down the kettle, then pulled out a handful of silver coins from the money pouch at his waist and handed it to his men.

"No need, Commander, the temperature will drop after two days of entering the Cold City......

The other end of the caravan.

"I didn't let people sell 'Jinliang', huh?" Jolien in the carriage stood up and looked at the two men who had just come in in dismay.

"Ahh

"Who is it, selling goods without my consent?" Jolien punched the window.

"I don't know that person......" Subordinate A frowned.

"I thought you knew!" said his subordinate B looked surprised.

Jolien's face changed dramatically.

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Soon, the first mercenary who drank the "Jinliang" anti-heat drink was lying with his back against a tree at this time found that he couldn't move, and his mind was clear, but his limbs didn't listen to the command at all, and he couldn't even move his fingers with such a simple thought.

He reluctantly rolled his eyes to look at his companion next to him, but saw that the other party was also looking at him with horror in his eyes, this companion was obviously less lucky than him, and at this time he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and it seemed that he had fallen down while walking.

Similar scenes continued to occur in the caravan, and all those who drank the heat-relieving drink were incapacitated one after another.

Jolien anxiously walked into the tent of the Hummer Group, but only saw Kit and several mercenaries who had collapsed on the ground, he couldn't help but stomp his foot angrily, and when he turned to go to another tent, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Captain, where else do you want to go?" the voice was sharp and thin, who else could it be if it wasn't the leader of the Rat Mercenary Regiment, Jamison?

Jolien couldn't help but take a step back, but hit a wall of flesh, and slowly looked back to see that it was a fat man with a mask who was more than a head taller than himself.

"Presumably this is the 'friend' you mentioned a few days ago?" Jolien said with a cold snort.

"Yes, his name is Marco Ratletch, you must have heard of it?" said Jamieson with a wicked grin.

Jolion's pupils narrowed, he had really heard of the name, it was the name of the brutal bandit who was notorious for his cruelty and destruction, known as "Road Rage". I didn't expect to meet this killing god today, I'm afraid that today is more than lucky.

Looking at the ugly face of the villain Jamison in front of him, Jolien wished that he suddenly turned into a dragon and spewed flames to turn him into ashes!

By the way, dragon! Didn't he hire a red dragon to guard it? Where is it? Jolien looked around, but there was not a single dragon hair.

"Don't look, the people who can still stand in the woods are my men......" Jamison said, shaking his head.

He was still proud, and suddenly felt a strong killing intent behind him, and he didn't hesitate to hide to the left with a warning in his heart.

But it was too late, and Jamieson let out a pig-killing scream, and his right leg was cut off below the knee by an axe that shone with the edge of death!

The owner of the axe was the cold female leader of the Gale Flower Mercenary Regiment, Rita, and she was like an angry lioness at this time, suddenly pulling the giant axe out of the ground and slashing at Jamieson who was still screaming.

But the big man on the opposite side, Marco, was not a dry eater, he threw Jolien, who was still at a loss for him, out seven or eight meters away, and then raised his long knife to block Rita's attack.

The two of you and I have made a few moves, and the bandits' men not far away have gradually surrounded them, and when they were about to bully more and less, some mercenaries who had not drunk their drinks also rushed over with weapons and fought with the robbers.

But there is a huge disparity in the number of people on both sides, just the mad rat mercenary group should be called the bandit group now, there are more than thirty people, plus the dozen or so people brought by the big man Marco and many robbers in the caravan undercover, the number has exceeded three digits.

On the mercenary side, there were only a dozen or so people who did not drink drinks, and soon there were casualties.

It is true that Rita is a silver-level powerhouse with one enemy to a hundred, but she is facing the murderous robber Marco who is at the peak of silver, so for a while, the "all-metal slut" and the "road rage" are inseparable, and others dare not approach.

Marco's broadsword was so powerful that Rita had no doubt that it had the ability to split itself in half, but the great axe in her hand was not ordinary, and the creatures that died on it were not a hundred or eighty.

Jamieson staggered to his feet, losing a leg was not enough for a silver-level powerhouse to lose his combat effectiveness, but at this time, he could only watch the battle between the two from the sidelines, because he was not known for fighting.

He looked viciously at the "all-metal slut" in the field, and slowly plucked a round ball from his waist.

If someone who knows the goods is here, they will definitely exclaim: "Alchemy bomb!"

During the battle, Rita used all her strength to cut down and force Marco back, but found that the opponent had retreated much longer than she expected, and was thinking about what trick the opponent used, when she saw a black ball with green smoke rolling in front of her.

"Little ......" Jolien didn't even shout out the word in his heart, but he heard a loud "boom", and Rita was engulfed in fire and smoke, and the giant axe flew out of the smoke, and fell weakly to the side with a "bang".

The loyal escort mercenaries on the other side were defeated by ten times their number of robbers, and one by one they fell, their numbers getting smaller and smaller.

"Now, no one can save you. Jamison bandaged his wound and sneered at Jolien.

Marco, who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression, slowly walked towards Jolien and raised the big knife in his hand.

"Ang-" At this time, from the top of the forest, a dragon groan was suddenly heard.

Jolien raised his head and smiled at Jamieson, whose face had changed drastically, "yes, no one ......"