On the hills two miles to the east, hundreds of war horses breathed white air from their noses, and a group of nomadic men in uniform were on their horses, as calm as hard stone sculptures.

Their arms are as strong as steel, their years of fighting have made them adept at fighting, and their eyes are as sharp as falcons, especially in the middle of the night, with an icy intimidation.

A tall, bald middle-aged man sat on a tall black-maned horse, with a majestic expression, in the crowd, like a lion standing among wolves, and a scar from his ear to his neck, showing infinite ferocity.

More than a dozen scouts flew back, and the spy who was blackened by the smoke from the fireball explosion reported a few words to the bald middle-aged man, and the man raised his eyebrows, and his voice was like an angry beast:

"Stupid guy, if you find out the information and don't come back first, who will allow you to launch an attack without permission?"

The spy looked ashamed and bowed his head silently.

"My lord, that mage is only fifty people, and he is still being dragged down by a large group of slaves, if it were me, I would have tried to test it. A man next to the bald middle-aged man spoke out to persuade him.

The bald man nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the spy breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly mounted his horse and returned to the cavalry regiment like a sinner redeemed by the saints.

"Well, sir, it seems that the information you brought is correct. The bald name patted the horse, and the horse took two steps back, showing a very high tacit understanding.

He was facing two men, one dressed in a black robe, like an apprentice, and the other an Assassin from Sabanshire, Andome.

The black-robed apprentice heard the bald man's words, smiled and nodded, "Great Lord Kurtan, I'm glad that our sincerity can be recognized by you, then, our trade can continue?"

"Well, we like honest people, but I'm still not sure if we'll be rewarded for risking our lives against a red-robed mage. The tribal leader named Kurtan smiled, the scar in his ear cracking, and he spat out a hideous smell.

"Of course, my lord, we will deliver on what you want, including weapons and supplies, as well as a group of slaves to help you return to your hometown. The smile on the black-robed apprentice's face was very friendly: "Of course, as long as you can eat that group of people, a large number of materials they have will also belong to you." ”

"Back home. Kurtan smiled, and the other small leaders next to him also smiled: "If I can really go back to my hometown and cut off the head of my stupid brother who expelled me, I think I should thank you for giving me this opportunity to trade." ”

"Of course. The apprentice still had a bright smile on his face, but the corners of the Assassin's mouth twitched as if the corners of his mouth were twitching, a gesture that could have developed into a smile, a dry laugh, a sneer, a sneer, and a sneer.

Of course, according to what he thinks in his heart, the latter three situations may have a larger surname:

These fools from the Dead Demon Zone are really easy to bluff, draw a pie, promise some unfulfilled benefits, and a deposit that is not too big, can drive them to forget about death.

"However, we are not sure if there will be any danger in attacking that red-robed mage......" The clan leader's gaze drew a small circle on the assassin's face, and then fell on the apprentice in charge of negotiation between the two: "Fourth-level wizard, oh~ Although I have also killed the higher-level spellcaster, I don't know how much damage he will cause to my people...... You know, we're also very limited......"

He leaned over slightly, forming an imposing oppression on the black-robed apprentice.

This made the smile on the apprentice's face a little reluctant, and he secretly cursed in his heart, this famous Tucan barbarian in front of him claimed to be afraid of fourth-level wizards, and he would never believe it.

In the past, there were red-robed mages from other camps who tried to eradicate this Sazahar's cancer, but in the end they died inexplicably and became a headless case, saying that the death of these mages had nothing to do with this Tucan, that no Searle would believe.

Once attacked, this gang will enter the mountains and flee into the Dead Demon Zone not far to the east, and they are also brave and good at fighting, so after a few nails, no Serl will dare to deal with them easily.

And this gang leader, in the south of Serre, can also be called famous.

Of course, the apprentice can only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart - he is only an apprentice, he smiled modestly and pointed to the assassin next to him: "My lord, this companion of mine is a very skilled killer, as long as you can successfully disrupt the enemy, he can lurk and deliver a fatal blow, and I will assist you." ”

"Oh, that's good! Demo, take these two friends and pick a horse. ”

Seeing the smile on Kurtan's face, the apprentice secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked away with the Assassin with a rider who seemed to have a simple head on all fours, and seemed to have succeeded in being persuaded by the apprentice's sharp teeth.

However, judging by the next move of this bald head, it seems that this conclusion is a bit premature.

"Kurtan. A leader crept up on their leader: "These two guys really take you for a fool. ”

"The Searles are like that. The bald head smiled, and the cracked scar once again exhaled a few hints of cunning: "They think they are smart, but in fact, many times, they are making themselves smart. ”

The little leaders laughed, and the two Searles probably didn't know that two days earlier another Searle had come to Kurtan's gang and made the same request, and had cashed in half of the payment on the spot.

For these nomadic bandits who have been expelled from their hometowns, with enough profits, they have the courage to do a lot of things, let alone kill a red-robed mage who is not of high rank?

Kurtan smiled disdainfully, could it be that there were fewer red robes he had killed?

At this time, there are people who are willing to help, of course, he can't ask for it, and if he does it properly, he may get another batch of benefits.

"Then, when the two silly birds have packed their things, let's go. Kurtan loosened the reins and patted his mount on the neck, and the steed neighed and raised its front hooves high.

"Go home!"

A group of nomadic knights brandished their scimitars and shouted slogans in unison.

...... The situation is unexpectedly bad, although I have a premonition early on that the road back to the south may not be smooth, but it seems that the situation is not just a star and a half to be able to invite the largest gang of horse bandits in the south to rob him.

But at this point, Penny himself has no choice, if he is forced to give up these five hundred slaves, then this trip to Sanophon is basically a trip in vain, and he is out of the limelight in vain, but the benefits in hand are discounted by half.

If you want to keep these slaves, then such a large team will inevitably not be able to escape the tracking of those nomadic horse archers, and a war is inevitable, rather than running in vain, it is better to choose a place with a rough terrain to set up fortifications and fight against the water.

He touched the teleportation scroll hidden in his chest, thinking to himself that if his defenses collapsed, he would be able to take a few people with him.

The fighting thinking of mages is different from that of some warriors who can fight and rush with a single blood, so they must consider all factors as thoroughly as possible.

Of course, he was still very confident in the power of the Giant God Soldier.

Right now, he was casting a spell to transform the nearby earth and rocks to form a defense, and a ravine, neither deep nor shallow, encompassed the entire position, which could effectively make the cavalry think twice before charging.

If it was dark and the vision could not be seen clearly, then some hapless cavalry would surely pay a huge price for their reckless high-speed charge.

The mage and his men had to take advantage of the potholed terrain of the lowlands to take refuge in order to reduce the threat posed by the nomads' bows and arrows.

Of course, such fortifications can only be described as crude.

So the slaves had to carry large stones and stakes to build a rough line of defense, at the urging of the overseers.

Hurry up, when the faces of the Ser soldiers who were lying on the ground and listening became solemn, the defense line in this area could still be described as miserable.

This is something to be expected.

It is impossible for the cavalry who come and go like the wind to give them much time to prepare, and the journey of one or two miles only takes ten minutes.

Sel-knight Ansel pinched the sweat in his palms, and all the slaves rolled out of their throats with a clattering sound.

They weren't as calm as Penny, nor were they as confident as he was.

They didn't know what the mage relied on, even Ansel, who had just come out of the training camp of the Knights of Eltabo, and he could understand Penny's reason for making such a decision, five hundred slaves were indeed not something that could be easily abandoned, and it was understandable to continue along this line of thought and stay for defense.

But he couldn't imagine how this army, full of fifty men and five hundred slaves, could fight against a gang of horse bandits like wolves.

Ansel looked at Penny's side face and saw that it was as calm as the stone pillars of an ancient temple, which made him inexplicably feel a little settled.

After all, he is a rookie knight who is only eighteen years old, and no matter how mature his surname is, in this situation, he still can't stop his heart.

This made him admire this mage a little, and it was clear that it was not wise to say it for the time being, but this calmness was enough to be praised by him.

Then some thoughts came to him in his heart, did this adult have something to rely on?

He shook his head, this was not what he should ask, as a Knight of Ser, the ideal situation was to be the shadow of a red-robed mage, since he had chosen this path in the first place, then he should abide by this creed.

Although it may not be a surname, the iron rule that you have to pay as much as you get is still common in Searle.

He thought of his family and brothers who had risen through the ranks of his hard work. He closed his eyes, gripped the hilt of his sword and began to pray to Kosus.

The church of this god has a unique influence in the country of Serre, more than forty percent of the Serge people believe in this burning lord who dominates the fire elemental plane, and the priest of Kausus also has the power to wear a red robe, although the style is not the same as the red-robed mage, it can be recognized at a glance, but this can also see the great authority of this church in Serre.

Ansel opened his eyes, only to see that the mage was looking at him, and only silently withdrew his sword.

Very good knight.

Penny secretly admired, it seemed that the guards sent to him by Jan Huashi were definitely carefully selected.

"My lord, may I make a suggestion? ”

Penny: "Oh, please. ”

Ansel's eyes looked around the makeshift camp, some of his subordinates had a sad expression, and some of the older, veteran-like Selmen had begun to roll their eyes and legs together, obviously with some strange thoughts.

This made Ansil feel like he wanted to cut people, but he also knew that it was inevitable, and when his eyes fell on the slaves, his heart immediately jumped.

It was a pair of beastly eyes.

He was familiar with this kind of look, and he remembered an avalanche two years ago when he was guarding the northern section of the foothills, and these junior sentinels had stayed up for a week in the outpost sealed by heavy snow, and he remembered the mad anger that had spawned from the negative emotions of despair, depression, and fear in his heart at that time.

When this anger has been shown on the face, then the hidden danger is self-evident.

"My lord, do you want to clean it up. A few cold glints flashed in his eyes.

The so-called clean-up, the mage can figure out what this knight wants to do with his feet, at most he can use a little blood to cool the fire in the hearts of these slaves.

This was a very normal way of thinking for the Searle knights, and Penny didn't feel the need to make irresponsible comments.

He didn't think it was a good idea to go on a killing spree, though.

So he shook his head.

Ansel breathed heavily, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, only darker embankment.

The knife that comes from behind is the most dangerous.

At this moment, he heard the mage whisper in his ear:

"Don't worry, we can win. ”

Knight Serre's expression suddenly froze.

Under the cold moonlight, puffs of smoke and dust had already appeared in view.

(To be continued)