The Kingdom of Gilt in late September has begun to show a bit late autumn.

Weeds grow randomly between hills and shrubs. Although the grass leaves begin to turn yellow, they have not yet fallen.

Hares, pheasants and some snakes and insects appeared among them, and some foxes and badgers were frightened by the thieves and escaped from the grass, which made the wilderness lively.

Although the thieves scattered into a large arc, any unilateral siege must be based on the speed faster than the other party.

Even though Ende was still injured, his control over his body was very small. In addition, his physique reached fourteen points, he ran as fast as a galloping horse. Not to mention these thieves, even ordinary professionals could not be faster than Ende.

In just less than 500 meters, the distance between the two sides not only did not get closer, but the thieves were pulled down more than 100 meters!

"Chief, leader-I, let's not chase after you. That kid ran too fast!" Archil stopped and said breathlessly.

Archer is Lint's confidant, tall and strong, and an elite archer.

Even he was so tired that he could imagine what was going on with others.

"——I have to do this. This bastard ran faster than a rabbit." Linte said helplessly as he looked at Ander, who was far ahead in front of him, and said.

In fact, the skill of a warrior profession can be launched, and within fifty meters, the speed can even be faster than that of Ander, but it is an explosive skill that cannot last.

The boy opposite was better. He has been accelerating since he started running away. He has been more than one mile away. He has not yet wanted to slow down. Instead, he has run faster and faster.

That's not all. When the opponent ran away, he seemed to have eyes on his back. No matter how he and his three subordinates adjust and cooperate, he estimated that he would hit the target in advance, but he always failed to hit the shot.

It would be fine once or twice, but after three or four times, not only did his subordinates lose confidence, but even Lint himself took the bow back to his back - the distance was too far away, and even the ejection method was almost out of reach.

"Forget it, let's go directly to Wall Village. Spread some people on the periphery, so don't be attacked by that kid."

Lint waved his hand in trouble and let the brothers move forward.

He had some unknown premonition that this escaped young Sagittarius would probably become a big trouble.

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Locovey, Lord's Castle.

The Locovey Territory is located north of the Leicester Territory, bordering the Leicester Territory, the Wilt Territory and the Drood Territory respectively. It is the largest baron leader among the four baron leaders in the region.

The Lord of the Locoway Territory is a middle-aged man with blond hair, a golden beard and a face full of flesh.

His figure is not too tall, only about 1.7 meters, but his arms are comparable to ordinary people's thighs, and his thighs are comparable to ordinary people's waists. His muscles are tangled and blue veins are rising. Standing on the martial arts training ground, he is like a dwarf warrior who has magnified the number of magnified numbers.

Arms Locoway is a very rare Berserker profession among the nobles.

Now, he was bare-handedly waving his battle axe in the autumn sun, slashing firewood while talking to the people who came casually.

"Let that bastard hold on for the first time, I won't send someone to save him." Baron Arms Locoway said without caring.

"Baron Locoway, Baron Leicester is sinister. Don't think that he will stop if he annexes the Wilter Corps. He endured for so many years and quietly trained a unit comparable to the elite of the kingdom. It was not to deal with our Wilter Corps. We are not worthy of his efforts - after he annexes the Wilter Corps, your Wilter Corps will definitely become his next target!"

The young man standing in front of Arms Locoway was named Viron. In terms of height alone, he was half a head taller than the Baron. However, in terms of width, it would be no problem for Baron Locoway to wear him.

There are three kilograms of nails in the broken ship. Although the Wilt Leader has gone downhill in recent years, it is also the Baron family that has been passed down for more than a hundred years. Therefore, Baron Wilt still has some talents. Lord Viron, who was sent out to seek help, obviously did some homework in response to the situation of the Locoveway Leader:

"Locoway, if you think of Grae City, there are only two roads, one passing through Baron Leicester's territory, and the other passing through Wilt. If the Wilt is annexed by Baron Leicester, then there will be no business road between you and Grae City."

"At that time, if you want to sell the Agra in your territory for a good price, it depends on the expression of the Baron Leicester."

Lord Viron bent over and said sincerely.

Locovey's genus produces a lot of Agra.

Agra is a perennial magical plant. After complicated alchemy, this plant can produce a sky blue dye, which is a necessity for many precious clothing production.

"Ha, so what? That soft guy in Surrey dares to stop me from caravan, so I will go and kill him myself!"

Baron Locoway wiped the beads of sweat that had flowed on his beard and said indifferently.

While saying that the shirtless Baron took the giant axe in his hand and, with a "click", divided a wooden stake into two smooth and symmetrical halves.

When the giant axe stopped, there was not even a trace on the wooden felt placed on the wooden stake.

The close-fitting male servant picked up the wooden stakes that were split in half and placed them on the wooden felt again.

Baron Arms Locoway swung his huge axe and cut off the wooden stake. The wooden felt under the stake was still smooth and traceless.

"But sir, you and Baron Wilt have an agreement with each other!" The other party refused to get in, and in desperation, Viron had no choice but to do so.

The mutual aid covenant between Baron Werth and Baron Rocoway is not a formal covenant notarized before God, but is just a private covenant signed by both parties and does not have actual binding effect.

If we put it completely, this covenant is actually a different thief group supported by the two barons, which divides the territories and does not make unnecessary conflicts.

Of course, the covenant cannot be written so bluntly, but only through mutual non-aggression and trade agreements.

Now that Weilun mentioned this agreement with his ally, he didn't have much confidence.

However, Baron Locoway stopped the battle axe in his hand. He placed it on the ground, touched his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "What you said makes sense, but I still have to think about it. You will live in the castle tonight. Tomorrow, no, I will give you a reply the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you, Lord Baron!" Lord Viron was overjoyed.

If the other party refuses, there will be no chance, but since the other party says he wants to consider it, he may have been moved.

As for answering again in two days, this is normal.

The nobles always have some think tanks, consultants and other subordinates who have come up with ideas. Before making a decision, the nobles must consult these people’s suggestions - otherwise why should they be raised for nothing?

After the servant walked away with Lord Viron, Baron Locoway also put down his axe and walked in the other direction.

Not far away in front of him, a black figure emerged from nothing, in the air.

"Dalsey, what are Lord Orto's instructions?" Baron Rocoway asked directly without caring about the figure that appeared strangely from the air.

"The Marquis already knows what you mean. He has no other instructions, but just asks you to do it according to your plan - the Marquis will support you to become a viscount."

"That's good, Dalsey, tell me the Marquis that after this event is completed, I will dedicate half of the Leicester territory, including the town of Leicester, to the Marquis."

"Then you, I don't care about this, but I will bring your words to the Marquis intact."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, I'm leaving, you have to pay attention. The White Fox Surrey is not that easy to deal with." The black figure disappeared in the air again, leaving only a warning.

"I know, however, strength can solve everything." Baron Rocoway, who was bare-legged in his upper body, muttered.

However, after a while, he added to himself: "Calm down, calm down, you don't have the power."

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The thieves cursed and walked along the path towards the Hunter's Lodge.

After Ande dragged it for a while, the villagers and lumberjacks had long since escaped, so the thieves naturally had no results.

At the beginning, thieves naturally walked among the weeds and rocks to guard against the large group of people. After only half an hour, these people gradually returned to this path that was only one and a half feet wide.

Walking through the rocks and weeds, of course, there is no such thing as being stepped out of the country road and it is comfortable to walk.

In the distance, a pillar of smoke rose, which was where the Hunter's Hunter's Hunter was located.

Not long after, a pillar of smoke rose even further away - on the hill where Wall Village is located.

"I'm in trouble. I'm afraid there will be regular troops to support me now."

Several experienced old thieves frowned when they saw these two smoke pillars.

Even a powerful thief group like the Lint Robbers was not willing to confront the Baron's regular soldiers. What's more, in order to bypass the forest, this time, he unexpectedly raided the Leicester leader, horses, crossbows and large shields, and he suffered a great loss in frontal combat.

"Captain Linte, let's change the village to make a goal."

Archil also saw the smoke pillars rising above Wall Village, and he walked to Lint and said.

"Wal, which village is the closest village here?" Lint frowned and called a guide.

"The nearest is the village of rye, and then another village is the village of mangrove." The guide called over was a young man with a little black skin. He pointed to the direction of the sun and said, "We have to walk to the Hunter's Hunter, where there is a road leading to the village of rye."

"How many roads are there?"

"At the speed you are now, you will have to walk for at least four or five hours." said the guide.

“Hmm—that—hmm?!”

"ah--!"

There was a chaos behind the team, with some screaming, some screaming, and some escaping from all directions.

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Ander escaped quickly and came back faster.

Ender, a man, is like a fish in water in this wilderness.

The untreated weeds grow more than half a person tall, and can be hidden inside just by bent down a little.

Ender went around a big circle and chased after the thief. His incisive muscle control and extraordinary physique gave Ender amazing endurance and speed.

He followed the thieves patiently until the thieves in charge lost their patience and returned to the easy-to-go path from the weeds he was responsible for guarding.

Instead of bent his bow and arrow, Ander bit his sword in his mouth, and quietly approached the thieves from the grass like a lurking wolf.

Ten steps!

The thief who was walking at the end was still alert. He looked back from time to time to prevent enemies from approaching from behind.

The moment the thief glanced and turned his head back, Ender slipped out of the grass silently.
To be continued...