Song of Blood and Wine

North of the city of Alexandria, head to the main road to the Temple of Heresy Judgment.

Although it has just started autumn, the flat plains of the Parada Empire and the fields that can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road make the oncoming wind blowing over George’s face full of autumnal sorrow. The warm sunlight shone on George’s silver white hair, gleaming with beautiful reflections.

Under George’s crotch, the bang bang bang of the nightmare king Zantos’ horseshoes echoed in his ears, with the disguise spell cast by Spirit King Irvine, in general In the eyes of passers-by, Zantos looked like just an ordinary dark horse. However, Zantos’s speed is real. Under the effect of camouflage spell and the difference in speed, his running posture will have the feeling of Shrink The Land Into An Inch in the eyes of others.

If there is a lot of traffic on the road, this kind of “Shrink The Land Into An Inch” may cause a lot of traffic accidents, but fortunately, there are not many caravans going north today. During the half-day of George’s riding There are only dozens of vehicles, most of which are merchants who are preparing to cross the border-the outpost of the Tolstoy River, to the great Akan, the kingdom of the order camp.

Of course, there is no shortage of mercenaries entrusted by the adventurous guild.

Although most civilians can’t see the camouflage spell on Zantos, there are always one or two sharp-eyed mercenaries who have noticed Ni Duan from the vision of “Shrink The Land Into An Inch”. Of course, although most mercenaries with this vision will not choose to take risks and rob a powerhouse that has the confidence to continue using the disguise spell, there is never a shortage of impulsive idiots in this world whose abilities and ambitions do not match.

For example, now, relying on the advantage of the number of people, George is surrounded by the middle of the road, and the mercenary group is the same as the thieves group.

“This little brother, meeting is fate, don’t hurry, chat with the brothers for a while before leaving, we will personally send you off.”

Headed by After the robust man comforted the somewhat disobedient mount under his crotch, he licked some fresh blood stains on the scimitar, revealing an expression of excitement.

George recognized it at a glance. The opponent is strong, with an average Rank 2 primary level battle strength, and he is equipped with the nomad warrior equipment that was just snatched from a merchant who does not know which bad luck. Knife, white cloth armor, and a small pony produced in the northern mountains of Stavgard, very suitable for mountain warfare.

Stafgard, the country where the power camp is located, is a camp with Barbarian as the main population, located in the extreme east of the plane, living and developing in the mountain range and plains.

In the power camp, as the nomadic warriors of the rank 2 high-level battle strength, the main battle strength of the army, they have a strong physical quality tempered in the mountains, as well as the sharp machete and durability. The mounts make them possess the three most popular advantages of light cavalry in warfare-high mobility, high damage, and high cost performance.

Of course, these nomadic warriors, who are made guest appearances by mercenaries, are fully equipped, but they don’t have the same powerful physique as the nomads, and the degree of coordination with the mounts “the unity of man and horse”.

Even so, if this team of 30-kicks mercenaries want to go all out to eat the ordinary Tier 3 low-level or even intermediate human fighters, they have a good chance of winning.

Unfortunately, the opponent miscalculated two points-firstly, George is already a third-order high-level battle strength. With his endless means, he can even retreat even facing the third-order Peak battle strength enemies. .

More importantly, George is more than just a “human”!

“Level 1 chaos system spell, spark!”