After returning to Arabe and walking under the sky of the northern city, Charles did not intend to waste this day and reminisce about the old days with Arabe female lord and other friends.

The little maid was placed in the headquarters of Nodashir. Shir did not even alarm the female dwarf who hid in the laboratory to improve her "enchantment" skills. He just summoned Uditz and the former leader of the slave warrior, and the current guard commander, Morey in the castle hall.

Uditz is tall and burly, like a human-shaped giant bear, but the barbarian warrior Morey is not inferior to the size. In front of these two people, Charles is like a maldeveloped child.

"Roll, rub, rub..."

The priest had something strange hanging on his body, arching back and forth in his arms, but if he looked closely, he would find that a girl with long blond hair, who looked about as young as a young man, was intimately huddled in Charles' arms, and looked at Kexi and the little maid with curious eyes.

"Ya'er has arranged it in the castle, and you don't have to be abusive. Just arrange the work you should arrange. After all, our Nordashir is not a shelter..."

In front of the noble girl and the little maid, Charles said to the commander Morey. The Northland warrior nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, master, I will let the captain maid arrange it."

"Let her take care of Chris," Uditz interjected, looking at the blonde girl in Charles' arms with a doting look. "Chris is growing up slowly and needs a personal maid. Since she is taking care of this warlock lady on weekdays, she can definitely adapt to her new job quickly."

As a slave, the barbarian warrior Morey did not ask about the origin of Kexi and Yaer, but Uditz was a free man, and he didn't ask anything, so he asked Charles for people.

"Thanks."

Kaixi hurriedly bowed to thank him, then stood up and touched the little maid's head, and smiled and said, "Ya'er. From now on, you will live a good life in this fortress."

The little maid nodded with tears in her mouth.

As usual, Charles handed several bags of gold coins to Morey. This is the daily maintenance fund for the resident castle.

"Are the things I asked when I entered the door ready?" Charles asked.

"It should be done." Morey replied.

The group walked out of the hall. On the large ping of the manor, there were indeed several northern warriors waiting with their horses. There were three heavy brown war horses, each with strong limbs and shiny hairs. In addition to the mount itself, the three horses carried the tents, dry food and other tools needed for travel.

After all, the player's backpack space is not infinite. If you bring too many things during travel and adventure, you also need to carry a heavy and large cowhide bag like the natives.

Without stopping for a long time, and without even taking a sip of water, Charle turned over and jumped onto a heavy war horse. Then he turned his head and looked at Kaixi.

The female blood descended herself as she got on the horse, but the noble girl obviously needed help. She bit her lower lip and threw a pitiful look at Charles. Charles was unmoved and said coldly: "Kaixi, I will not take special care of you from now on. Although you are a warlock, you must also be proficient in riding. The inheritor of the Carol family should have the awareness of enduring hardships..."

Thinking of the old witch Mary's words on the sickbed, Charles had to harden his heart.

Kathy Carol is undoubtedly a canary, and he may not have left the imperial capital since he was a child. Her habit of liking quiet and loving reading also makes it difficult for her to get into things like swords and horses.

But there is no time.

The Abyss Demon will take action at any time, so Charles has decided to use the roughest method to allow Kexi to quickly adapt to the wilderness and the bloody travel life.

"Don't help him!"

Charles drinks the slave leader Morey.

Uditz seemed to understand Charles' intention, and stood aside with his arms in his arms without any idea of ​​helping. Kexi was angry and rarely gave Charles a fierce look. He put away his small staff, regardless of his demeanor, climbed up the horse's back nearly three meters high with difficulty, tilted the reins crookedly, and barely controlled the balance.

"Starting" Charles turned his head and gently squeezed his legs into the horse's belly. The war horse under his butt trotted on the gravel trail in the manor.

Watching the three men and three horses leave the manor, the slave warrior leader Morey said in a muffled voice: "Where are the master and the warlock lady going?"

Uditz shrugged, looking at Yaer who was still sobbing quietly, and said with a smile: "Your name is Yaer, right? Do you know the travel route between Pastor Charles and the Warlock Miss?"

"No, I'm not sure." Ya'er said timidly, and after a little thought, "It seems to be going east first... Yes, Cormanso, the place is called Cormanso, I heard Pastor Charles mention it."

"Comanso!" Uditz immediately restrained his expression that had been a little idle before and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Morey didn't know the situation in the northern mountains.

"Maybe it's going to be bad..." Uditz smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If their destination is Cormanso, then you have to pass through Tivanton and then enter the Moon Sea Highway."

"However, the orcs have already managed the northern mountain range as solid, and have set up many levels on the mountain road leading to Tivanton. Recently, more and more adventurers and mercenaries have encountered orc scouts on the outskirts of the mountains... This shows that the orcs are already making the idea of ​​leveling the ground." Uditz said in a serious tone.

"I'll stop the master!"

After hearing this, Morey anxiously left a sentence and was about to run away, but was stopped by Udits.

"You can't stop it." Uditz shook his head, "He came and went in a hurry. Even if he knew that there was a mountain ahead, he would walk through it. I probably know him."

"Then you can't do nothing, right? What should I do if the orc army traps the owner!" Morey was so anxious that he was wandering around.

"It's impossible to do nothing!" Uditz strode back to the castle, and after a quarter of an hour, he had already changed into a set of scale armor. When he went out, he was following several members of the Lion Heart Group.

Arab Middle Area, Twilight House.

In the president's room on the second floor, a blonde monk stood up and said in surprise: "Is he at Nordahill's station?"

The male player responsible for conveying information shook his head: "I left the city not long ago, with three people in total, and they are well prepared. It seems that they are going to travel far..."

snort.

The surprise turned to loss, and then became shameful. The female president punched the table hard and said coldly: "Let him go. The heartless guy."

Seeing that the intelligence officer was not good, he quietly ran away, but another sentence came from outside the door: "Chier Commander left the city from the North City Gate... He might have to travel north..."

"Travel north?" Yufei was stunned and then a trace of unconcealed worry appeared in his eyes, "That smelly thing. I wonder if the Storm Horn Mountains have been occupied by orcs at this time, but they are going to break into the monster's nest. Don't you know the danger... I'll tell you to break into, I'll tell you to break into..."

As he said that, the female monk walked towards the corner practicing dummy, wielding her fists like rain.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

The male player who conveyed the information stood outside the door, listening to the rushing fists coming from the room, and his heart was chilling.

At this time, the commander of the 'Canglan' legion, Boothman and Blood Eagle, walked over from the other end of the corridor while talking. The Blood Eagle saw that the male player looked strange. He stopped with a light hush, frowned and said, "What?"

The male player pointed to the closed president's room at the door, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Why is the president losing his temper again?" Busman touched his shiny bald head with a broken throat, wondering: "I haven't done anything bad recently..."

This is not confident.

"You can't tell me if you don't want to do it." Blood Eagle kicked me directly. Boothman was used to this move and quickly jumped away and dodged, leaning against the railing and laughing.

"I'm here to report to the president about Captain Charles." The intelligence player looked at the senior leaders of his guild speechlessly, not surprisingly.

"What, Charles!" Boothman stopped laughing and opened his voice to shout. "Was that guy back from Susal? No wonder...no wonder."

The Blood Eagle also looked surprised, but quickly restrained.

Bang. At this time, the female president who opened the door of the president's room and vented his vent to the dummy had recovered from his calmness. He spoke: "Count the number of people online, one hour... no, within half an hour, gather a thousand elites above level 10 and follow me into the Storm Horn Mountains!"

Boothman rubbed his hands and wanted to ask for the reason, but Blood Eagle pulled his sleeve from behind and handed over a mocking look that said, "You are seeking death."

"Uh." Boothman touched his bald head, as if he understood something.

...

Arabian northern grassland.

"Puchi"

From an orc corpse that was broken, a sharp chain hammer was drawn. Blood sprinkled on the ground, and the meat residue remained on the steel thorns. Charles glanced at the orc scout who was shot dead, with his expression as usual.

That's right. Not long after the three-person team left the city, they were ambushed by a team of orc scouts. A total of 12 scouts hid in a gully that horses could not cross. When the team approached, the 12 orcs roared and jumped out to launch a raid.

This inferior ambush method has long been seen through by Charles. A hundred meters away, Charles can detect the murderous aura hidden in the gully. Of course, even if he can't sense it, Mahi will definitely remind him.

The small-scale encounter lasted less than ten minutes and ended. Charles killed 5, Mahi killed 7, and Keshi. Carroll killed 0.

The record of the noble girl, Charles is not surprising, because this can be said to be the first time in her life, a real sword and gun battle. Moreover, the opponent in the first battle was an ugly orc with a vicious face. Kaixi was not scared to escape and was still sitting firmly on the horse's back. Charles felt very relieved.

The battle itself doesn't distract Shire, but the priests kept wondering about something after the war.

Team list.

During the battle, Shire naturally had to pay attention to Kexi's situation and always pay attention to her health, but at the same time, Shire couldn't help but see the status of another np minion in the list.

"【Mashi Simon】(Submit, chaos)..."

After the name of the avatar, there are extra red small characters "chaotic" as if they are warning. Charles is thinking about the meaning of "chaotic".

This may represent the camp, may represent the psychological problems of the female blood seed Mahi at this moment, or may be other reasons for the np itself. In short, Shar knew that Mahi had changed, and perhaps it was not the ignorant new blood seed before. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!