A caravan walked along a flat stone-paved avenue.

The size of the caravan was quite large, there were twenty-one carts for loading, and the wagons were covered with black linen, and it was impossible to see what the goods were, but it could be heard from the heavy rolling of the wheels, and the contents of the wagons were heavy and heavy.

A fairly elite team of mercenaries was in charge of the caravan's escort mission.

The caravan came from the Far North country of Tambus.

The mercenary team was all on horseback, and one of them was a teenager, with a hawk nose, brown hair and blue eyes, looking quite energetic, and with a heroic spirit.

He had a long sword at his waist, a black scabbard, a white hilt, a short bow behind his back, and a small round leather shield pinned to his left wrist.

The caravan continued to move forward, and after a while, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves in front, and half of the more than ten people of the mercenary team immediately rode to the front, some of them stayed on the flanks, and the other part of the people were behind.

Whether it was the mercenary squad or the caravan people, they were a little nervous.

Before long, a squad of light cavalry of about twenty men appeared, their leather armor all pale gray and their chests tattooed with golden round-striped insignia.

Seeing their dress, the caravan and mercenary squad were slightly relieved and gave way to the road on the left.

The cavalry squad in front of them was not moving very fast, they came slowly, and as they staggered past the caravan, more than twenty cavalrymen looked at the caravan and its members with scrutinizing eyes.

This made everyone in the caravan feel a little uncomfortable.

But the cavalry squad did nothing, they slowly came over, and then slowly left.

The heroic young man looked back at the back of the cavalry squad leaving, a little envious.

"The people of the Fortune God Sect are acting too unusually, there are so many patrol cavalry teams along the way, they just want to be scary."

A mercenary muttered discontentedly.

Although the mercenaries are strong individually, they are definitely inferior to the regular army in terms of large-scale group combat.

Therefore, many mercenary squads, even if they encounter a regular army, even if they are about the same number, cannot win, after all, they lack strict discipline and command.

Moreover, the mercenaries have a great dislike for the regular army, both from a personal point of view and from a standpoint.

The heroic young man smiled: "Since we entered the country of Holaiwen, this is the seventeenth patrol army. The Fortune God Cult used such elite cavalry for patrolling, which was simply too useless. ”

The mercenaries felt the same way.

"That's not what I said, Lord Aros." A calm man's voice came through: "From a merchant's point of view, from the perspective of a caravan's manager, the more such patrols, the better. It would be nice if the whole world was the place of worship of Goddess Waukin, and the whole world had this kind of smooth road. ”

The one who spoke was the owner of the caravan, Peder.

He walked over from behind and said, "Since I entered the country of Hollevun, I have a real sense of security. Whether it's these flat stone avenues, or those patrol cavalry squads that can be encountered from time to time, they are all the same as they are rumored. ”

The Cult of Fortune is now known all over the world. Legend has it that Wokin, the goddess of wealth, is the protector of all businessmen and is also the goddess of marriage.

It's just that the latter theocracy is obviously not as practical as the former theocracy.

"If that's the case, we're mercenaries." Eros smiled.

In his heart, Peder wanted to say who wanted a mercenary squad to escort the caravan if conditions allowed. Not to mention spending a sum of money in vain, if you are unlucky, it is not uncommon to hire that kind of black mercenary to kill all the people in the caravan in the barren mountains and mountains, and rob all the goods and money.

This mercenary team was also decided by him after careful selection.

Because of the different positions, the values of the guardian and the defender are not the same, and after a few more dry conversations, the two sides did not communicate again.

Seeing the patrol cavalry of the Cult of Fortune walking away, the caravan continued on its way.

Two days later, they reached the gates of Woking.

The head of a dragon's black dragon hung from the city gates.

Because of the special magic embalming treatment, this dragon head still looks no different from living.

In fact, after reaching the periphery of the wetland, the number of pedestrians and caravans on the road gradually increased.

The traffic in Wojin City is very developed, and there are five or six large roads that branch off in each of the four directions. The road is full of pedestrians and strange cars.

A group of people in the caravan, looking at the faucet, were all swallowing saliva.

One of the mercenaries said, "This is my most arrogant warning at the gate." With this thing hanging, I'm sure no one will dare to cause trouble. ”

Everyone agreed.

After the inspection, the caravan entered the city of Waukin, and the leader of the caravan, Peder, was amazed: "They don't collect the city tax, and they don't even collect the money I gave to the soldiers guarding the gate just now." ”

Eros also noticed Peder's small movements just now, and said after hearing this, "Isn't it too little?" ”

"Five copper coins per person, that's a lot."

Eros shrugged, in fact, since he entered the country of Hollevon, he felt that this country was a little different.

There is no country whose roads are as smooth and straight as Holeven, and where is there a country where there are cavalry squads patrolling constantly to ensure peace and harmony like Hollevin.

The city is bustling with vendors and passers-by.

Eros even saw some cat people, werewolves, and even fox people walking around the city.

They seemed relaxed, not at all like they were living in the human world, but like they were on their own turf.

"These are orc slaves?" Peder also said suspiciously.

Eros shook his head: "They don't have collars around their necks, and they look very comfortable, if they are slaves...... There will be no such relaxed and reassuring demeanor. ”

"There's something in this city." As a merchant, Peder naturally felt the deep commercial atmosphere in the city: "The guard just told me that if the caravan settles in the city, it is best to go to the north of the city. ”

"Will you deliberately let us go over there to lead us into a trap?"

The captain of the mercenary squad appeared next to him, he was tall and thin, with an iron spear in his hand.

As a maid, his duty is to protect the mail, so naturally he has to take into account all the insecurity factors.

Airos shook his head: "It's unlikely, everyone in this city is relaxed, it seems that the city should be safe." ”

"I think so too." Pedder nodded: "Compared to the people here, everyone in my hometown looks like a madman with paranoia about being killed. ”

The captain of the mercenary team smiled, "I'm just making a suggestion, and the decision is yours, Lord Peder." ”

At this time, Eros saw some commotion in a tavern, and after a while, two gangs rushed out of it and confronted each other in the street.