Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 170 Departure
The next morning, the dawn was bleak and gray.

Brian and Brotto's caravans gathered together before dawn and were ready to go. The weather was very cold in the morning, and the mist blocked the morning light.

However, they are not the only people near the deserted Bloodstone Gate.

Standing on the carriage, Brian saw from a distance that the Harwin family from Blackstone Fort arrived at the Bloodstone Two-Door Fort with nearly 200 cavalry and 500 infantry.

This elderly knight, Earl Harwin, who looks old and thin, but is very strong in spirit, personally leads the army, and his son Art walks side by side with him. Above their heads, there is a handle with a gray background and a stick inserted into the broken earth. The pure black iron sword is the emblem of the flag.

In the more conspicuous position of the team, there is also a flag of the royal family of West that no one can ignore: the light blue background, and the golden griffin flying into the air.

In fact, Brian has long been familiar with this situation.

He could even guess that this army should be the last group to arrive with troops among the many lords of the Goblin Wasteland.

When he arrived at the fortress with the caravan yesterday, he already felt this atmosphere. The houses in the whole fortress were overcrowded, the streets were covered with axles and horseshoes, and the crowd was crowded with each other.

The purpose of their gathering in the Bloodstone Double-Door Fortress is self-evident, just like what happened in front of them.

Earl Ormond, who was older than Earl Harwin, accompanied by a group of his own men, welcomed the reinforcements in person.

The eyes of the two met, and they laughed heartily, their mouths were so wide that they almost stuffed the helmets on their heads.

At the moment when their hands were clasped together, they looked up at the golden griffin flag fluttering in the breeze, the excited, firm and eager eyes seemed to penetrate the fortress and landed on Amastasiana. and whispered in the wind:
Griffon Kingdom, never forget!
"I really don't understand."

Broto jumped to the driving position of the carriage, and pulled the reins amidst the clanging noise, "Since the Kingdom of West has decided to march to Amastacia, why should they take in their refugees? Isn't this a waste of food? ? Don’t be afraid that the two countries will fight fiercely, these Tasha people are stabbing knives in the back, after all, backstabbing is their traditional human skill.”

"The common people don't care who rules."

Brian withdrew his gaze and sat next to Broto. Mario, the satyr, said sadly that he had new creative inspiration and was composing a song, so the dwarf came to drive the carriage himself.

"What they care about is good weather, the health of their children, and staying in summer forever. As long as they can live and work in peace and contentment, it doesn't matter how the nobles of various countries like to fight, but it's never easy for them to get what they want."

In fact, he has already guessed the future fate of these refugees who fled here.

Young and strong laborers will be sent to work in various workshops and mines, and children, women and children will be sold to merchants or slave owners. As for the useless old people, no one will care about them.

Of course, in this kind of place, it is impossible to have young and strong laborers, because it is almost impossible for people with hands, feet and strength to be hungry.

"How ironic."

Broto held the rein, chewed what he said carefully, and frowned again, "The people of my own kingdom never care who their ruler is, unlike us, the clan of our dwarf race Where is my hometown.

I heard from my deceased grandma that since the arrival of humans, our former hometowns, the Fallen Star Mountains, the Dragon's Spine Mountains, and the Griffin Mountains have all been lost.Even so, we still found a new foothold in the mountains of the Thunder Rift Valley. We fought against humans and underground monsters at the same time, and finally survived tenaciously. "

"When you dwarves rule the world, maybe similar things will happen." Brian smiled slightly and teased.

"Whether it will happen or not, I don't know, but I can guarantee that at that time, I will be busy in the mine like a groundhog." Broto said nonchalantly:

"Because when we dwarves unify the world, we no longer have to worry about the survival of the race, and we can brag, drink, and fart boldly. Who cares about those intrigues that are more scheming than the beard on my chin. "

"That's true." Brian nodded perfunctorily in agreement.

Afterwards, the convoy in front began to move slowly. The dwarves jumped into the carriage, cursed and raised their whips at the horses, and the team began to move forward slowly.

"Brian, do you think the Kingdom of West is really planning to attack the Tasha people while they are in famine?" Brotto controlled the horse to walk through the deserted streets, and said with a worried expression:

"I went to see their barracks secretly last night. Even an amateur like me can't help but sigh that their barracks layout is very strict, well-organized, and impeccable. Even the horses are tied in one place. There are more than 30 griffins roaming by the water, pretending not to be interested in the horses. Tell me, if they really fight, will it affect our journey to Abrera. "

"Don't worry, at least until the cold wave ends, the West Kingdom will not send troops to the Tasha people." Brian said his judgment without thinking, and before the dwarf asked 'why', he continued :
"Their purpose of doing this is to tell the Tasha people that the army of the Bloodstone Double Gate Fortress is ready, and they can send troops south to invade their territory at any time, so that they have to dispatch troops when civil strife occurs. Go and defend strictly. Of course, if they really think that the bloodstone double gates are afraid to attack and relax, they might really attack."

"I understand, this is a deterrent." The dwarf rewarded the horse with a whip, and suddenly said:

"This is the same as the elves we met. Every time I pass through the dusk forest, after being aimed at by their bows and arrows, I can feel a tingling sensation on my buttocks, but when their warning arrows call out from my ears When it was time, it was like that."

"Fear is sometimes more deadly than a sharp sword..." Brian whispered, and he couldn't help but recall the ancient evil in his mind.

At least he's not afraid now, he thought.

When the convoy passed through the gate of the fort, an unexpected formation of cavalry lined up and blocked their way.

Brian jumped out of the carriage and came to the front of the convoy with Broto.

All 15 riders got off their horses, and the leader came straight to him.

This is a slender young knight, only twice as tall as a dwarf.

His clothes are simple and plain: a thick black wool cloak and hard leather armor, a standard adventurer's attire, but his gestures are full of vigor.

Brian could even accurately see the firmness and confidence of the other party. Only those who are used to wearing armor would have such movements.

This made him understand that this young man who was no older than himself was definitely a professional soldier, and a knight who had been washed out from the bloody battlefield, so that he felt faint bloodthirsty and brutality.

"Hello, Sir Brian." The young knight said in concise language: "I am Tie Ying, the leader of the 'Blood Eagle' mercenary group. I have been entrusted by Count Ormond to escort you to Abrera City. ."

"Then I will trouble you, Captain Iron Eagle."

Brian met the other's sharp eagle eyes, held his outstretched hand, and nodded thoughtfully.

He knew that this was just the other party's superficial identity. After all, their goal was Amastasha, the old enemy of the Kingdom of West, so they naturally needed to change their identities to cover up.

It could be seen that this group of riders belonged to the reconnaissance unit.

This made him realize that the task entrusted to him by the Earl of Ormond may not be as simple as escorting the convoy, and there may be other important matters that need to be done.

After all, it was almost certain that the Kingdom of West would attack Amastasia, so they planned to take advantage of this opportunity to send their own reconnaissance troops into this chaotic kingdom.

The young knight who stood like a halberd bowed slightly to him and said nothing more.

He turned and waved to his 14 men.

This group of well-trained riders all got on their horses and were neatly and orderly divided into three teams, scattered in the front, middle and back of the dwarf caravan.

Among them were two riders responsible for reconnaissance and road exploration, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

The caravan set off again amid Broto's yelling.

"Bryan, is this kind of person reliable?" Broto lowered his voice, "Why do I see roughness and cruelty in this knight's eyes?"

"Don't worry, at least for us, it's still very reliable."

Brian said indifferently: "In my opinion, Tie Ying is more like a simple and straightforward soldier. They may obey the order of their superiors to kill, and they will take advantage of the anger after the battle to burn, kill and loot everywhere. After the end, they will return home silently, put down their sharp swords, pick up a hoe, marry the daughter of the neighbor, and give birth to a large litter of bear children. Although this kind of person obeys the orders of their superiors unconditionally, they are not as violent as a mercenary group. Extremely brutal and evil personality."

"I'm relieved." Seeing Brian's calm expression, Broto heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "With this cavalry in charge of guarding us, we can go on our way like before. , you can whistle leisurely, doze off, and fart at the same time..."

"Leave it alone, I don't have that spare time." Brian replied with a smile, then got into the carriage and ignored him.

He really doesn't have this leisure time, he can feel that this is by no means an unimpeded trip, so he needs to improve his strength as much as possible.

And his mithril chain armor enchantment is the most important task.

Now, the enchantment progress of the equipment is less than one-fifth, so naturally he is not in the mood to chat with this talkative dwarf.

(End of this chapter)