Above the Seven Towers

The setting sun shone through the gaps between branches and leaves, and the river was shimmering, and it also outlined a silhouette for the boatman on the tug. Four or five boatmen shouted their trumpets, took the last few carts of ore, picked them up on the boat with a basket, and poured them into the cargo hold. Then prop up the penny and prepare to go offshore.

Hawk leaned against a big tree by the pier, looked at the scene, took a few breaths of cigarettes, was about to throw the cigarette butts on the ground, but after a moment of wonder, he went to the shore and flicked the cigarette butts in In the water.

How many months of camp life has changed everyone. Those strange magicians did not brand the emblem on the faces of the slaves, but branded strange ideas in the heads of each slave, such as himself, those backs. The fire and anti-theft regulations that have to be well-done may be forgotten in my life.

Hawke and the boatmen waved goodbye and walked to the warehouse. He knew it was time and everything will come to an end tonight. He didn't care what Lorenzo would do tomorrow, or what would happen in the camp. He only cares that he has finally raised enough tolls, prepared the carriage, and his new life beckons him at the end of the night.

Hawk burrowed into the warehouse, removed some clutter in the corner, scraped a layer of dirt off the ground with a shovel, opened a 30cm square wooden board, and exposed a small hole filled with dangdang bags. .

There will be rewards for paying the price. This is what he sold his life for Lorenzo.

There are ten gold shield coins, thirty silver gun coins and some scattered copper shields in the deerskin bag.

The cloth bag is the clothes he collected, which was secretly bought from the town of Floro. The rough cowhide shawl, linen tunic, breeches, slender belts and low-top leather boots are typical of the merchants in the western region.

In the long and narrow leather bag is a dagger over ten centimeters long. The blacksmiths who were no longer in the town of Floro, they have all become workers of the Huaxia Iron and Steel Plant. This iron dagger was bought by Hawk from a foreign merchant with a silver gun, and the merchant himself had already replaced Montenegro. Crafted weapons.

As he moved the bag out, footsteps sounded outside, and several people were approaching. Hawk hid behind the shelves and looked out of the storeroom. I saw a man dressed in casual clothes, and the guy with the four **** camps had walked not far from the warehouse.

Hawke secretly called bad luck, but he knew that there was only one door from the warehouse, and he could not escape anyway by being blocked. He stretched his face for a moment, took a small slap pot from the pothole, and threw it toward the open space at the door. The clay pot smashed to the ground, and some transparent liquid came out, like a broken kettle.

The sound of the cracked pottery made the outsiders nervous. The leading man pulled out a pistol. The soldiers of the **** camp raised their crossbows and spears and rushed into the warehouse.

When they rushed into the warehouse door, Hawke was standing at the innermost side of the warehouse, his head stretched forward, showing a large throat, holding a dagger in his hand and pressing his neck.

"Stop! Don't move! If you take another step, I will ... poke in the throat!" Hawke roared loudly.

The leading man was about to take someone up and said, he saw Hawk took a step forward, the dagger moved, and the blood bleed down, "I said, don't move!"

"Wait a minute." The man sideways his arm and blocked the soldier behind him. He said slowly: "Hokke, don't be impulsive. We are here to investigate the situation. What are you doing?"

"Hey, so many of you come to the door, will I have a good result? Being forced to confess to death in prison, or hang on the crime rack for the crime, is my final ending?" Hawk hissed.

"This is nonsense. We have always acted on evidence. You follow me obediently and tell me the people you contacted in the camp recently. I can guarantee that you will save your life!" The man promised, "I am impossible Let you run away. Threatening your own life to threaten us is just a joke. Even without you, we will spend more time digging out those bad guys. Do n’t worry about it, and you will only lose your life. "

"I'm just entrusted to help others, I don't know what they are going to do!"

"Then you should explain clearly and avoid your sins, don't you?" The man yawned after saying this.

"I, I don't want to go to you! I can make a deal with you." Hawke said in a panic. "As long as you agree to my request, I will tell those names now."

"What do you want, ask?" The man glanced secretly at the **** camp. The other party looked tired, shaking his head at him, indicating that he could not take Hawke.

Hawke pretended to ponder for a while, and slowly said: "After I explain everything, but you want me to leave here and be free! Otherwise I won't let you know anything even if I die!"

The man shook his head hard, not knowing it was refusing, but just waking himself up, "We ..., we must, take you to the intelligence team to check things ... to be clear. Here, here, unclear ... … "

Hawke glanced at the small clay pot at the man's foot, and the liquid spilled on the ground had dried up. Looking at the crumbling people again, he slowly lowered his dagger. "I don't think it's necessary anymore. You are tired. It's time to rest."

As soon as his voice fell, several people fell to the ground and passed out.

Hawk picked up a piece of cloth from the ground, covered his nose and mouth, picked a shovel of soil with a shovel at his feet, and covered it in a clay pot from a distance, back and forth several times, until all the water traces were covered Only then did he walk to the side of the ground.

This pot of sleeping potion was the reward he asked Lorenzo for. He was said to have smoked an elephant, and the only thing needed was enough time. Fortunately, his life is so valuable, so that he won the time.

auzw.com Hawk took the pistol from the man's hand, looked at it for a while, and put it back in his hand. He knows that he is just a little character with some news. The reason for catching him is to reduce the fish in the net, but if he takes this golden magic item, the magicians will not let him go. By that time, it was chasing endlessly.

He eventually picked up a guard's standard steel crossbow, hurriedly picked up the bag in the pit, and quickly left the warehouse.

Half an hour later, Hawke had changed into the suit of the little businessman and came to a depression. A flat ox cart is parked there. A farmer-looking man was leaning on the side of the car and looking around.

Seeing Hawke, the farmer greeted him. Hawk checked the car and looked at the food piled on it. He took out a gold coin and handed it to the farmer. The latter bit it between his teeth and nodded, "It's all yours. If you get caught, don't give me up, otherwise, as long as you are not dead , I have a way to kill you. "

Hawk sneered: "What good is it for me to confess? Hurry up."

As soon as the farmer left, Hawke put his home in the car, ready to set off immediately. The intelligence team came to arrest him today, which shows that Lorenzo's things have been exposed in advance. Staying here for an extra minute is more dangerous.

He sat on the cowl seat, ready to raise the whip to catch the cow, only to see the black shadow flash in front of him, a feather arrow nailed to the cowl, and only one bar left of the whip in his hand.

Hawke felt cold sweat flowing down like a waterfall. He froze on the cowl seat, daring not to move. This is completely different from the scene in the warehouse, when he was dark, the enemy was bright, and now the situation is completely reversed. He believed that if he ran away and could not make five steps, he would be penetrated by a sharp arrow.

There were footsteps behind, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged. Hawke raised his hands above his head, waiting motionlessly for the fate to come.

As the man walked into view, Hawke recognized the half-elven archer hired by the Montenegrin magicians, Cole, and he was dragging the hand of the farmer who had just left. As Hawke imagined, an arrow penetrated through his eyes and was killed.

"I have to admit that you are a wise man. Hawke." Cole threw the farmer in front of Hawk, and the arrow was pinned to the ground, plucking more red and white things from the farmer's head.

"I'm just a useless little character, everything I do is just to survive." Hawke just wanted to put down his hand, and saw Cole pulled an arrow from the farmer's eyes, against his throat, he could even Feel the smoothness of the brain.

Cole smiled, reached into Hawke's clothes, took out his buckskin purse, slammed it, and put it in his arms. "You want more than you survive."

"This world, in an unfamiliar place, can't be a man without money and can only be a mouse." Hawke sighed.

"Not only this choice, you can also learn him, the dead do not have to spend money." Cole said.

"What do you need, please tell me, I will try my best."

"Aren't you ready to fight back? I watched your full performance in the warehouse. It was wonderful. Maybe you still have a chance today."

"You are different from them, they are just some inexperienced idiots, and you are an experienced mercenary. I will not joke about my life." Hawke glanced at the arrow and swallowed hard. " If you want a list, I can give you. The list of all people will never be left alone. I also know some of Lorenzo's secrets, I can also tell you. Just ... "

"As long as I keep your life?"

"No, you won't let me go, either kill me or take me back to work. That way, even if I'm alive, I can only spend the second half of my life in the mine." Hawke shook his head, "I want to Your loyalty, you always have a few things that you need a helper to do. Whether it is to inquire about news or to deal with people, I can save you a lot of energy. "

"From a free businessman to a shameless servant. You've lost a lot in this deal." Cole smiled playfully.

"People must know to admit defeat. Nothing is worse than death." Hawke's eyes dropped.

"But I'm just a mercenary."

"You are more than just a mercenary."

"Huh, knowing that too many people will die soon." Cole's smiling face quickly sank.

"I'm still five minutes away from death. Will things get worse?" Hawk gritted his teeth and looked at Cole.

"Huh, that's interesting." Kerr chuckled, "I haven't left Montenegro at all recently, and you are a fugitive here. So many people know you, what can you do except be recognized and caught?"

"No." Hawk slowly grasped the arrow in his throat with his hands, and Cole narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

I saw that Hawke pressed the arrow against his left face with a trembling hand, poked hard, and then swiped to the right. The whole face was divided into upper and lower sides by a **** wound. He raised the arrow to his forehead and continued to slide. After a few deep crying, he even grinned and showed a devilish smile, "Look, so no one can recognize your servant."