After another day or two, a large procession headed south from Sanophon to the town in the south.

The speed of the march was not fast, and there were five hundred shackled slaves with them, and they could not do it if they wanted to.

The mage sat in a widened carriage and chattered with a dwarf technician about the design of the Titan Soldier.

The craftsmen involved in the design of the Titan Soldier in the Ertaber Fabrication Workshop have been strictly protected by the Flas family.

As the master designer of the Titan, the Mage received many privileges, including a bracelet on his wrist that connected all of Master Justier's half-planes, and the stored summoning spells could summon a Titan's to fight for him.

This giant god soldier is a defective product made of inferior materials in the research and development process, but it is more than thirty feet tall, not as terrifying as the finished product, and its combat power is completely incomparable with that large giant god soldier, and many of the essence of the technology have not been put on it.

That's why Gastire and Andrea allowed Penny to take the thing, a dwarf craftsman named Domini, who didn't know much about the core technology of the Titan Soldiers, but was skilled.

As long as the skill is passed, then Penny is confident that he can use him to create what he wants, such as what kind of weapon they are debating on this small giant soldier to create more destructive power.

The Titan is not a constructing creature, but a soul-carrying magical item, so many creatures cannot use abilities that can be used on it, such as the Shadowsteel Golem that can drive spell-like abilities, and the only way to get the Titan to use magic is through a pre-made triggered magic device, or a constant spell, or a magic gem.

Therefore, how to arm the giant god soldier and make this huge iron guy have more terrifying combat power is a problem worth studying.

At this point, Penny is a simple and brutal hand-to-hand combatist, adding huge blades to the arms of the Titans and installing crossbow ports throughout the case, in order to take out the opponent with a large number of brutal and brutal physical strikes.

After this giant god soldier fell into Penny's hands, it underwent a simple transformation, and the transformation direction was like that, but this dwarf's suggestion gave Penny a greater inspiration: "Hey~ Why don't we install more flexible claws and more arms on this big guy, so that it will have stronger combat capabilities." ”

"That's a good idea, maybe the Titan isn't just limited to human form, maybe it's better to use beast form. ”

This was Penny's idea at the time, and it was quickly sent back to Frass's workshop by a messenger, and it was true that the beast-form titan might be less skilled than the humanoid.

"Oh~My lord, that's a great idea. ”

Now, he and a few dwarf craftsmen are discussing how to design more weapon systems to make the Titan more difficult.

Watching the drawings take shape, Penny's brow gradually widened.

Suddenly I had some curious thoughts in my heart.

Because this huge weapon appeared in this world, what kind of huge changes will occur in this continent?

He lifted a blueprint and quietly observed the blueprint on it, and across the street, several dwarf technicians were still chattering over a design detail.

Just then, the carriage door opened.

"My lord, it's already night, shouldn't you take a break?"

Appearing at the door was a Searle knight named Ansel, a probationary knight reserve from the Flas family, a young Searle knight who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but looked very stable.

From the age of fifteen, he had served in the various Serge legions, and because of his outstanding performance, he had the qualifications to be selected as a Knight of Serre, so he was completely immature at this age. ...,

The Searle Knights were extremely rigorously trained, and these warriors were born to protect the red-robed mages, and the discipline was no less strict than that of the paladins under the command of some of the Order Gods, so they could be considered reliable to some extent.

Of course, if the red-robed mage can't give these warriors enough benefits, this loyalty will of course be very limited, and it's too early to talk about this, Pannila nodded slightly, and the huge team settled on the ground.

This is a rare plain area, due to the wars with Moulin in the past few hundred years, during which Searle has retreated from the southern mountains to further north, and the battle line has advanced and retreated several times, and it can be said that the grasslands in this area were watered by the blood of Searle and Mullin's soldiers.

Although the good weather during the day is refreshing, at night, the sound of the wind makes people shudder.

In some places where mass graves exist, wandering undead can be seen in the middle of the night.

The mage's gaze wandered through the crowd, five hundred slaves rested on the ground under the supervision of fifty warriors, in the center, a little bonfire was lit, suddenly there was a sharp scream from the slave group, a slave had an arrow stuck in his neck, Penny's vision was sharp, seeing this scene, his pupils immediately shrank, a group of trained warriors quickly reacted, loudly raised their shields, the sound of more arrows piercing the air sharply penetrated everyone's eardrums, and more than a dozen arrows drilled into the leather covering the shields, making another dull sound。

An arrow touched the mage's defensive field, spun in a slippery circle, and fell to the ground, and Penny was startled, and focused his eyes on the place where the arrow was flying, and his heart was settled.

Appearing there were two dozen cavalrymen, dressed in rudimentary and unique armor, with their recurve bows firing sharp arrows, and although they could not pose much threat to the warriors in strong armor and heavy shields, a series of screams burst out from the slave herd.

"It's the Tucan robbers in the foothills to the east, everyone take precautions. Ansel shouted, and more than fifty warriors lined up in neat formation, some of whom had already drawn their light crossbows on their backs and launched sporadic counterattacks.

Penny hid behind the shield, and although the protective magic could help him block the arrows that came from him, it would be weakened if the force field was hit too many times, so he didn't dare to slack off, and he frowned himself when he heard Ansel's shout.

The Tucan Gang in the Sunrise Mountains is also a headache, these people are good at riding and shooting, coming and going like the wind, even the red-robed mage is not willing to provoke these guys when they have nothing to do.

After all, once these guys hide in the Endless Wilderness Death Magic Domain on the east side of the Sunrise Mountain Range, no matter how powerful the mage is, they will be helpless.

Penny frowned, not expecting to be halfway down the road, but he actually met this group of Toucans who were not long-eyed.

These cavalry did not seem to have the intention of charging and fighting, and it seemed clear that it was unrealistic for them to try to crush the opposing team head-on, just like the classic combat method of the nomadic cavalry, they quickly circled around the formation of Penny's men, using the rapid movement speed of their horses to avoid the flying crossbows, and the bows and arrows in their hands were not idle, and the long arrows that were as fast as lightning fully showed their skillful riding and archery skills.

Sporadic screams continued to come from the formation of his subordinates, and the shields of some soldiers could not keep up with the rapid movement of these horse archers, and the chain mail that was not thick was pierced by the three-edged armor-piercing arrow, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Annoyed by the fact that the slaves fell to the ground one by one, and the sergeants were shot down, Penny took out a fireball wand and fired several rounds at the fast-moving horse archers, and several basin-sized orbs of fire flew out, exploding in front of and behind the small group of horse archers, and several horses neighed and fell to the ground. ...,

"Rush up" Ansel winked at his opponents: "Catch them"

A group of soldiers rushed out with a shout, and the cavalry was blinded by a few fireballs, whistled, and the horses under their crotches whistled away like a wind.

In the face of such a destructive spell, they did not dare to carry out this kind of temptation again.

The mage lowered his wand and looked at the dead and wounded minions and slaves with a gloomy expression.

A few Toucans over there, who had fallen from their horses but were not dead, and those who were slightly wounded resisted, but were soon captured by the superior Serge soldiers, who had killed their companions, and cursed and punched and kicked the captives along the way, and walked back to Penny: "My lord, catch a few alive." ”

"Hmm......" The mage nodded, a cold light flashing in his pupils, "Excuse me, ask who they are and why they are attacking us?"

He roughly counted that in the attack just now, a total of more than 50 slaves were killed and wounded, and among the 50 soldiers, six were slightly wounded, and three fell to the ground, which was not a small loss for himself.

The restlessness in his heart made him angry, and he was surprisingly calm when he watched the Ser soldiers use methods such as cutting their feet and fingers on those captives.

As if a latent sense of violence had been satisfied, Penny was stunned for a moment, and quickly shuddered, suppressed the demon of pampering, and looked at the Tucan people who were crying and calling for their mother under the Ser soldiers with calmer eyes.

"You're dead, red-robed mage," a Toucan glare at Penny with bloodshot eyes, his big toe severed, and a soldier smiling cruelly at the red flesh of his severed toe with a twig covered in thin burrs that made him let out a brutely howl.

This hateful scolding made Penny very uncomfortable.

Unlike the ordinary Searles, the Toucans from the Endless Wilderness generally have a sense of superiority over the red-robed mages and Searles, which is something left over from history, and most of the Toucans still remember the weakness and vulnerability of the Searles when the Yamen Khan marched westward.

And the recent development of the Tucans has confirmed this: they have never been the only ones who have attacked the other countries of the Sayre and the Desperate Eastern Regions, and the other countries have absolutely no spare strength to dare to invade them in the Death Demon Domain.

"Oh, it's dead, it's you, you robber, now while you're not dead, tell our adults who made you here?" Ansel's tone was cold and cruel, "So we'll end your suffering as soon as possible." ”

This man fainted, and was soon woken up by an old punch, his mouth was spitting blood, and his eyes were full of ridicule: "Phew~ Our clan's brigade is not far behind, and soon we will meet in the sky, oh, hell, you should go to hell-"

As soon as the words fell, the Searle Knight raised his long sword, and swung his arm from top to bottom, the blade perfectly slashed through the muscles and flesh of the bandit's cervical vertebrae, and the head rolled to the ground like a watermelon in the burst of blood.

Penny's pupils shrank, and his face was gloomy.

Several of the bandits were disposed of like melons by the sergeants, Ansel walked over with a waist knife with a solemn expression, and Penny looked at the knife, which had a peculiar pattern carved on the jaw.

"My lord, this is the symbol of the Tamen tribe. The Searle knight looked solemn: "This gang has a total of nearly two hundred riders like that, and it is one of the largest bandit gangs in the foothills of Sunrise Mountain. ”

Penny's expression changed.

"My lord, for whatever reason, we are all targeted, so I suggest ......" Ansel's gaze fell on those slaves: "Abandon this group of slaves and sneak lightly immediately, otherwise, such a large team will be easily overtaken by those cavalry." ”...,

And with these slaves in tow, their current less than fifty warriors are no match for two hundred riders at all, even with the addition of a mage.

This sentence reached the ears of the slaves, and the expressions of the slaves suddenly became terrified.

They don't rejoice that they might be free, because it's not a good thing for them.

If they fall into the hands of the Tucans, they may not be benefited, and in the territory of Serre, they may be arrested by other powerful people at any time, and the stigma on their bodies will give them the status of fugitive slaves, and they will be treated even worse.

And gathering crowds to resist is even more unthinkable than they dare to think.

Their eyes were fixed on Penny, awaiting their fate with trepidation.

The mage's face was cloudy.

If he did what Ansel said, he would have lost this large number of slaves.

He looked around, and found that there was a depression in the lowlands not far to the east, his eyes flickered, and he pointed his hand to that side: "Go and camp there, and arrange the fortifications." ”

"What?" Ansel was shocked, "My lord, this—"

The slaves looked even more desperate, not what they feared, but it sounded like downright bad news.

Penny's eyes twinkled, and he maintained a pensive posture, but he didn't have the idea of changing his mind...... ，