Destiny Thief

Chapter 44 Turbidity II

The noon sun shines through the shadows of the woods. After leaving Baishi Town, after walking a short distance, there is a mountain road that is not open.Some corners are tight, and even a carriage can only pass through. The caravan guys also got up from the carriage and straightened up, or jumped off, waving their whips, and carefully drove the horses pulling the cart, for fear If you don't pay attention, you will roll down the side of the steep, overgrown, and rocky hillside, leaving no bones and nothing to return.

And "Fatty in Gold" Floyd was sitting in a relatively spacious and stable carriage. He tried his best to stabilize his shaking body, opened the curtain, and kept shouting:

"Boys, work hard, I will treat you to drink fragrant fruit wine when we arrive in Wright!"

It's a promise.

Of course, this is just a "commitment".After hearing Frode's shout, several older caravan guys looked at each other with a common expression, and then curled their lips to express their disdain—Mr. Frode's promise, just listen to it, don't worry Seriously.The destination of their business trip was Afron, the port city of Northland, and Wright was a city located in Lazis, the southern territory of Nogo. It was estimated that the return journey would take at least a month after passing through Wright.

And one month is enough time for Mr. Flood to forget the promise.Besides, if "Mr. Peeling" Floyd is really kind enough to invite everyone to drink, he can drink it anywhere—for example, the town of Baishi where the caravan rested for a day.

boom--

After the train of carriages turned another bend, the road surface gradually became flat. What appeared in front of us were large tracts of woods and white irises everywhere. The faint fragrance lingered in the air, making people feel tired from the journey Got a lot of relief.

However, Mr. Flood did not relax.

Including the guys in the caravan, everyone was attracted by a flash of light in the woods. It was white, like a falcon, driving the airflow to surge, and after a crash, the light turned into a feather. The arrow was firmly nailed to the trunk of a tree, its tail feathers buzzing.

The wretch pulling the cart was even taken aback by it, being Mr. Floyd's vehicle--the poor gelding stepped on a hard, round stone, kicked its hooves, and almost fell to the ground.Fortunately, the man pulling the cart was alert and held the reins tightly.However, the violent shaking of the carriage was unavoidable, and Mr. Floyd's fat body hit the wooden board of the carriage, like a lump of dough beaten on a long chopping board.

Heck!

Holding on to the wall, Frode muttered in his mouth, the fat on his body cushioned the impact very well, and he was not injured at all.Immediately afterwards, he jumped out of the carriage with an agility that didn't fit his figure, and walked to the front of the line, huffing and puffing, like a compass, with his hips akimbo, a pair of small eyes in the flesh/slits flashing sharp eyes all around sized up.

"Damn robber?"

Frode tried his best to widen his eyes, and his eyes quickly focused on the feathered arrow.He is a businessman who often travels across the continent. Such a scene is not uncommon—he walked to the birch tree with the arrow inserted into it, yes, it was a birch tree, even though Floyd , but still has extraordinary insights, of course including botanical knowledge.

Frode pulled out the feathered arrow with his big fleshy hand, and he immediately saw the clue - the straight arrow shaft, the beautiful tail feathers, the length and thickness have a familiar feeling, the whole feathered arrow, the weight The distribution is very reasonable.

This is a standard arrow from the Elante military!
Frode had a judgment in his heart almost instantly—this kind of murder weapon is strictly controlled by the people.Although the Northland is now in chaos, except for the regular legion of the kingdom and the elite private soldiers of some lords, there is only one kind of existence that has this kind of thing——

The former regular legion of the kingdom, the losers of the sixth Eta war, those legionnaires who were blamed because of the upper-ranking nobles and blamed each other, and finally had nowhere to go!In the north, such existences are also called "rebels" by nobles and urban commoners.

Frode raised his head, his eyes followed the curve of the hillside, and through the layers of shrubs and bushes, he finally found a dozen sneaky shadows.

He began to greet his fellows, and at the same time quickly ran back to the carriage, and drew a large sword from under the compartment. The fate of these former kingdom soldiers may be very poor, but for him, Frode, a commoner walking in the Northland To a businessman, the ferocious and savage appearance of the other party is nothing but detestable.

Merchants are to bandits, rebels, and to some extent fishermen to fish.However, when the fish is strong enough or skilled enough, it can break free from the net.

The carriage in the mountain road stopped, and the sound of assembling the big sword, crossbow, armor and small round shield, and the sound of hasty footsteps continued.On one side of the hillside, in the mottled shadows of the bushes, a dozen or so strong men in worn leather armor and stubble-faced faces straightened up—obviously, they had already seen the movement of the caravan below.

But the reaction of these businessmen?It looks dishonest!
After a few vigorous jumps, these strong men in leather armor, holding big swords, long knives, and spears came to the caravan from behind the bushes on the hillside—Mr. Frode in the caravan was sweating profusely, This also made his fat face more greasy and shiny, but he didn't flinch, wearing a bulging leather armor, holding a big sword, and standing bravely at the forefront.

Behind him are twenty or so caravan guys.These simple young men might often curse him behind his back for his miserliness, but at this time, all of them looked resolute, held their weapons tightly in both hands, and used the carriage as a barrier quite methodically to form a tight defensive formation.

"How many gentlemen?"

Frode made a smiling face and greeted the strong men blocking the road—the middle-aged man who was the leader and had a huge scar like a centipede from the root of his left ear through his cheek to the bridge of his nose was about 15 meters away from him. [-] meters.Frode knew very well that this happened to be a charging distance.However, the opponent did not step into this distance, which meant that the situation in front of him might be resolved in a non-combat manner.

Perhaps it was Mr. Flood's enthusiasm and courage that infected the "robbers", and the expressions on the faces of several strong men on the opposite side suddenly changed a little bit.

"Assa people? Civilians?"

The leading middle-aged man suddenly asked two questions in succession.His question was not aimless, because, from Mr. Frode's accent just now, and some of his physical features, the middle-aged man made some guesses.

These educated guesses are completely correct, and of course Floyd has no reason to deny them, and nodded hastily.

"Kanla, have you been there?" (Note: Kanla, a city in Assa, the southern territory of the Elante Kingdom.)
The middle-aged man asked a question again.

(End of this chapter)