Antonwesen border, plains.

The refugees were incorporated, and the sergeant covered the face with iron armor rudely stuffed the roasted potatoes to them.

The military formation and camp were in order, and the giant lizards transported refugees in a whole truckload like delivering goods.

The military inspector buckle shawl, embedded leg guards, and overlapped cow tendon whips to patrol back and forth.

The victims who fled the famine were confiscated here and sat together with the food they had filled their stomachs, like dirty flowers blooming on the ground covered with tender grass.

They did not complain or even felt glad because they didn't have to consider the next journey. The future was near, so it didn't matter whether it was labor or hard work.

At least alive.

The mountains are like high magnificent chapters rising and falling on the earth, winding to this point and gradually flattening.

The Treknama swept through like a hurricane, splashing grass and mud spots, and the fearless Antonwesen cavalry was raising their long swords of steel to surround the monsters.

On the side of the plain, huge trenches have been dug out, and chaotic corpse flies have gathered, entrenched like black smoke.

From time to time, soldiers came here with half-dead ghouls or pedicels, throwing them into deep pits. The ghoul oil was already high in the barrel. When they were evacuated, they poured it in and lit it.

Typical military handling.

The two tall wolf kings were covered in blood, and their sharp claws could only catch sparks on the steel shield soaked in the secret technique mixture, and eventually fell under the sword of the cavalry and were trampled on their necks.

It is lucky.

A more tragic howling happened not far away. The unlucky bandits were pressed into the soil by iron arm guards and were taken back to the camp for interrogation before they could put on their pants.

"I'm a bitch, I don't want your life, tell me!"

The military chief put down his whip, washed away the blood in the brown and yellow basin, and kept roaring.

"Stand in a daze? Bring people over here and ask those untouchables who are eating dry food if anyone knows the news, and give him a meat to eat! But don't give me the same conversation again, okay!"

"Sir... the one who died just now was the last bandit."

Bang!

The handkerchief was thrown into the basin by him, and his half-dry arm was behind him, and an angry sigh came from the room.

The military discipline chief lifted the curtain and walked towards the center of the camp.

Anton Weisen is a kingdom. This time, the refugees who fled famine due to war were uniformly incorporated. The marginal areas along the border were taken over by the army.

The soldiers privately believed that this was the expansion of the country's power, showing unprecedented high passion.

This mountain range has a complex terrain and no battles with conquering forces, and is mainly responsible for receiving refugees.

However, the refugees gathered in this plain were hundreds less than those in the information, and almost two villages had laborers!

If it were the past, the problem would not be too big if the monsters were slaughtered and the mountainous areas were complicated.

But this time, rumors appeared among the refugees, and some people gathered the troops and carried out unified enrollment.

No king or lord would allow forces to rise under their noses. They received orders to find out the other party's information, but no matter how they intercepted it, they did not meet on the Avenue of Anton Vison.

The refugees were willing to praise each other and the bandits were wary of word by word.

Who is he?

The military discipline officer stood in front of the barracks built with wood, adjusted his mood, pushed the door open, and knelt down on one knee to perform the knight's ceremony.

Whoosh!

The barbarian arrow was nailed to the helmet under his armpit, and the adult standing at the long table was the source of his anxiety.

"There are all people, is there any news?"

The female voice was clear, her red lips were slightly pursed, her slender little finger was raised, her right arm was relaxed, and the sharp arrow left the bow again, barely piercing it onto the helmet.

The other great men in the room kept silent, the military discipline officers trembled, and they were glad that the teacher the king hired recently was OK.

A woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who has pinched the arrow again...

"Dear sir, I'll get some news."

The bow was put down, and the military discipline officer also let go of his heart.

"Let me guess, there is a lunatic who brings a group of refugees and hunts bandits one by one, right...

So, gentlemen of the kingdom, who can give me his name!"

She is Cathy Langgar, the second daughter of King Anton Wisson, and the fiancee of the lord under her command.

"I'm going to Tygonda, pulling Arnold's beard off, he deceived us! Tell my father that I'm not available for the time being."

The Royal Floma runs elegantly, handsomely and beautifully, leaving the plain with half a cavalry team and dust.

Anton Wisen is in the west of Hangna, and the dirt roads are much more complicated by the efforts of the caravan. The avenues, forks, and even the collapsed green trees are also considered paths.

The bustling roads always linger with patrol guards. The camps were in the valleys outside the town, and the resources were constantly covered with thick ropes and sent from three sailboats or carriages to all parts of the mainland.

Of course, there are also rural earthen roads where feet and socks trample the grass, the soil layer forms slabs, no longer weeds grow, and the direction of progress is recorded.

Adam lay on a carriage without a canvas roof, with his head resting and silk, his feet on farm tools, and his uncontrolled iron buckle accessories undulate with the bumps.

He closed his eyes and slept with a deep eye socket. The escape was over for the refugees, but for the lord who started his business, it was the beginning of hard work.

[The road home is not quiet, many people are hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to move.]

The blacksmith driving face was as deep as water, and the girl sitting in her eyes swam. The water ghosts on the roadside were culled in the grass, with blood and broken branches scattered everywhere.

The car was like hops, pressing on the quiet mountain road, and the bubbles of fear exploded from time to time. No one could be seen except for a few wails.

Finally, a horse appeared on the side of the road and did not stop the way.

Although this guy had no expression on his face and had a steel knife on his waist, the iron spear behind him was not friendly either.

But at least I saw someone, not the rustling sound in the grass.

The blacksmith sat upright without saying anything, and thrust the horse's buttocks with the reins, the frame shaking, and drove away quickly.

Da da da da da ~

The rider looked behind the car, clamped his legs and drove the horse, and actually caught up with him and followed him next to the truck.

"Mr. Adam."

Jane whispered, and the blacksmith was ready to fight back at any time.

"Shh."

Adam did not open his eyes, and the resting young man breathed slowly and adjusted his neck as if he was awakened by a bird's singing.

He naturally knew.

In fact, there are about a dozen blue dots next to the road, which specializes in protecting carriages that transport food, hunt and replenish supplies, and killing the water ghosts lurking around.

[The loyal servant is waiting by his side and offers harvest to the passing lords]

Rider Luca gently placed the cloth bag at the rear of the car, stopped the horse, and watched the truck go away.

Jane buried her head between her knees and raised her head until the sound of horse hooves disappeared.

There were many people climbing on the trees around them, holding various weapons, stained with mud and blood. Looking at the carriage from afar, the sight was cruising between the young man and the girl.

"Back to the stronghold, if someone jokes with you, don't be nervous, just tell the truth."

"Um."

"Open and take a look."

Although he didn't know what Mr. Adam was referring to, Jane still answered softly.

Unwrapped the wrapped fine vines, cloth bag warm and damp, green skin, sweet plum, red flesh persimmon, grass pudding... After cleaning, put them together, they are all seasonal wild fruits in the mountains and forests.

This thing was obviously given to Mr. Adam, but he had his breathing evenly and his expression was peaceful, so Jane was not easy to disturb him.

Tie the bag tightly and don't eat it.

The blacksmith felt relieved and felt that his employer was indeed a bit of courage. At least Adam's subordinates respected him very much - they had never seen any country man picking wild fruits and would stay and give them to others.

Such prestige is not available to those lords who use whips and blades to force enslave them.

With such an adult, you should be able to make a good iron and worry less about things.
Chapter completed!