Eastern mythology system

66 Intercept
One of the four bandit leaders, a foothold of the cunning fox.

Uncertain whereabouts and no fixed place to live, this is the style of the four largest bandits, and it is also the most troublesome point for countless nobles, officers and soldiers who tried to exterminate them.

It has been a long time since Gray Wolf and other talents gradually began to build and operate a fixed and comfortable lair.After being used by Anthony for a while, they finally regained their vigilance and lived a life of wandering around again.

Of course, no matter how erratic their whereabouts, Anthony would not be able to find them.Otherwise, do you need the antidote for the Xuanbing Talisman?
"Chief Fox, during this period of time, someone should have checked it. How about it, can the antidote be cracked?"

Anthony's attitude is leisurely, just like chatting among friends.But Owen on the side was extremely nervous, with sweat beading faintly on his forehead.

He couldn't help being nervous.

The world is so big, and there are countless capable people and strangers, who can guarantee that no one can understand Anthony's control methods.If Cunning Fox and the other four really find a way to crack it, they may even be able to imitate the antidote to alleviate the onset of the Xuanbing Talisman.Henceforth, they will no longer have to be subject to Anthony's hands.

Then, for me and Anthony to come here unprepared, the consequences are worrisome.

It's a pity that Owen knew that this young man who was already familiar with him could not be pulled back even if he was stubborn.Therefore, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come.

The cunning fox looked equally relaxed. He picked up the teapot and added some tea to Anthony and Owen, and said, "Mr. Anthony's behavior style, I can guess a little bit. I guess since Mr. is so confident, I don't need to do that useless work." .”

"Oh?" Anthony was slightly surprised, "You didn't find someone to identify it?"

The cunning fox shook his head: "No."

Then he added: "However, judging from the results from the few of them, it doesn't matter whether you find it or not."

Anthony nodded.

This cunning fox is a bit interesting.

Owen secretly heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Anthony took the cup and took a sip: "I stopped by on the way back this time. I have something for you. In addition, there are some things I need to explain to you."

He glanced sideways at Owen.

With a bitter face, Owen hesitated and said, "Do you really want to give it?"

"Of course, you think I'm joking?" Anthony replied.

"Okay." Owen nodded, and shouted outside, "Bring the things in!"

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and four men lined up on both sides and came in carrying a rather heavy wooden box.

The lid opens to reveal the contents.

The cunning fox took a look, and couldn't help being surprised.

"This is……"

……

Lothar leaned over the horse's back, whipping the extremely precious exotic horse with the whip in his hand.

The youngest of the Fontaine family is tall and burly, and his weight is far beyond ordinary people.It is not easy to find a horse that can move him.

This black alien steed, mixed with a trace of the blood of a powerful monster, is extremely powerful and has good endurance. It was his second brother who managed to get it back and gave it to him.And Lothar is also very satisfied with it, and he is almost reluctant to ride it usually.

But at this time, as long as he could speed up a bit, Lothar would not hesitate even if he beat the horse to death.

Beside him, is a silver fighter.The horse under his seat was obviously a good horse, and he ran neck and neck with him.

A little behind is a middle-aged magician wearing a magic robe, riding a horse better than the silver fighter in front.However, the physical fitness of a magician cannot be compared with that of a fighter at all, and the same is true for riding skills.At this moment, not only was he pulled down by his companions, but he also couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

A little behind is a group of tough and capable men with murderous looks.They all whipped their horses frantically, and followed closely behind the three people in front.

In the distance, the tall mountain peaks with strange rocks and their blurred outlines have already entered everyone's field of vision.

The destination is almost here.

Hope, in time!
……

As far as the eye can see, between the mountains and fields covered with sand and gravel, a large-scale caravan is moving forward at a leisurely pace.

A large banner was planted above each carriage, which kept expanding and flapping under the blowing of the strong wind.

On both sides of the convoy were guards by brave warriors in black outfits, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding environment vigilantly.It's just the look on the face, most of them don't look nervous.

After bypassing the big mountain in front, it is time to walk out of this mountain path and turn into the spacious and flat official road.

Depending on the weather, you should be able to get home before it gets dark today.

……

A cavalry team with bright armor and neatly dressed, under the leadership of the team leader, galloped westward along the official road.

Behind them is the West Gate Tower of Edinburgh City.

……

"boom!"

The strong and handsome alien horse was finally overwhelmed. It knelt down on its front hooves and fell to the ground.The powerful inertia drove it and the rider on horseback to continue to charge forward at a high speed, and hit a raised stone.

The rider was extremely agile, with a little foot, he turned forward, over the stone and the apparently useless alien horse, and landed firmly on the ground.

He took a little look at the situation of the branch road in front of him, and there was a burst of intensive hoofbeats behind him.

Amidst the heavy bangs and bumps, several good horses were scrapped again.

But neither their master nor the tall and burly rider leader who arrived first, no one cared.

Without him needing to speak, those powerful generals under him knew what they should do and spread out.Vigilance and investigation are only done systematically.

Only the silver fighter and the middle-aged magician walked over and stood quietly behind him.

After waiting for a while, one of the inspectors came back with good news: "Third Master, there is no sign of a carriage passing by nearby, and the target should not have arrived here yet."

The tense face of Lothar, the third master of the Fontaine family, eased a little.

"very good!"

"Send people out to investigate, and report back immediately when they find the target."

"According to the information, the other party should be arriving soon, and it is too late to dig and set traps. Everyone rest on the spot and recover their strength."

"After the target is found in front, everyone hides and ambush. When the target arrives, listen to my signal, and everyone will fight out together. We must wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop, and we must not let anyone go."

"The horses are taken away, and the dead ones are also cleaned up. Don't let the other party see the clues."

With the issuance of clear instructions one by one, everyone clarified their tasks and bowed down to accept the orders.

In the Fontaine family, the youngest Lothar is generally regarded as having well-developed limbs and a simple mind, which is actually a misunderstanding.

In terms of strategic planning and layout, it is indeed not the director of Lothar.But the samurai who led the family charged into battle, beheaded generals and captured the flag, and no one in the whole family could do better than him.General talent is also not something a reckless man can possess.

He turned to the middle-aged magician beside him again: "Release a magic eye and stare at the path. Be careful, the Anthony opposite is said to be a magician, don't let him find out."

"Yes." The middle-aged magician replied: "Third Master, don't worry, the young man has only been practicing magic for three or two months, and his realm is not very high. It is impossible to find the magic eye I cast."

The corner of Lothar's mouth twitched, wanting to get angry.Immediately, he suppressed it, and said in a cold tone: "No matter what, it's always right to be careful."

The middle-aged magician is the pinnacle of great magicians. In terms of rank, he is not as good as another strong man recruited by the Fontaine family, that is, the silver fighter standing aside.

However, magicians are rarer and harder to train than fighters.Therefore, generally speaking, magicians have a higher status and are more valued than fighters.

This middle-aged magician is capable, and he is usually treated very politely, so he is naturally proud and used to it.

Lothar didn't take it seriously, so he just let him go, no one has any minor problems.

But at this important juncture related to the life and death of the family, do you still play this trick?If it were someone else, the third master would have slapped him to death long ago.

The middle-aged magician also realized his mistake from his cold tone, and quickly replied respectfully: "What the third master taught is that the villain understands."

Immediately, with a wave of the staff in his hand, a strange eyeball formed by the condensed magic elements slowly rose and floated forward.

Three and ten minutes passed.

The magic eye and the forward sentry sent back messages almost at the same time.

The goal has arrived!

Lothar's face became serious, and he waved his hands and shouted: "Hide!"

Immediately, he dodged, and he also hid in a hiding place he had chosen earlier.

The carriage is different from the cavalry, and the speed cannot be fast.Let alone a fully loaded convoy.

Every second of the waiting time seemed very long.

When Lothar's forehead, face, and hands began to sweat, the ground shook, and a burst of not-too-intensive hoofbeats finally reached his ears.

Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the direction of the sound is a bit wrong.

Lothar's heart was shocked, his face changed suddenly, and he almost forgot to hide his figure.

Looking back at Mu Ran, a group of well-trained cavalry, controlling the horses under their seats and stepping neatly, came into view very inappropriately.

Even when they were running, not only did the cavalry maintain a standard distance as measured by a ruler, but the hoofbeats of the horses were also uniform, like a team of tacitly coordinated drummers playing a passionate war tune.

The entire city of Edinburgh, and even the entire Glorious Empire, only had such cavalry under the command of one person.

The lord of Edinburgh, the Grand Duke of Matthias!
　As usual, ask every Monday.

　　Tickets are coming to the bowl!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)