"Hmph, I don't believe in this evil, how can there be such a person who raises an army, this is simply raising a group of uncles......"

"Don't talk about other places, these armies at the fork in the road, if they reach the training level that the flea said, I will be convinced!"

The Riptide Harbor nobleman had a broken thought in his mouth, as if he was sure that Rune City was doing superficial work, but when everyone turned the corner and saw the group of dusty cavalry who had just entered from the gate of the camp, they couldn't help but breathe.

The cavalry had apparently just made a long run, and the horses and knights were covered in a layer of dusty dust, and the horseshoe had a lot of damp mud on it, leaving a mud stain on the stone road of the barracks.

Despite the wind and dust, the spirit of the cavalry is eye-catching, each cavalry is fully armed, no one takes off his armor because of exhaustion, a total of two hundred people, two hundred war horses, the formation is quite strict when advancing, and none of them are alone.

Moreover, each war horse is in good shape, and it is a first-class battlefield mount.

From this first impression, it can be seen that the usual training of this cavalry team must be quite rigorous, and the centaur Druid and the leopard priest at the head of the team glanced at each other, and both found the admiration and surprise in each other's eyes.

Not to mention anything else, at least the cavalry in their own city does not have this level - the cavalry is not good at training, and the horses are not so good.

As for the tall knight led by the cavalry team, who was covered with a layer of black armor all over his body, he was not easy to get along with at first glance, and the people present were not stunned, his eyes swept over the other party as if he were nothing, and his attention was mainly focused on the cavalry behind.

The representatives of the devout people in the back whispered their voices.

"Looks like you're really coming back from the south, didn't it snow there last night?"

"Yes, a friend of the caravan told me in the morning that this should be the patrol to the south, and this person is the leader...... Is it an orc? So tall? ”

"I don't know a few people, this is Captain Kenway, and now he is a strong man on the same level as Captain Damian, and now those bandit monsters on the southern trade road are directly scared when they see Captain Kenway~"

"Oh? Brother you know very well, I don't know ...... you are"

"My cousin often comes to Runeterra, so he knows a little bit about it."

"I see, I'm from the Silver Dragon Republic, make a friend, my name is ......"

……

Kenway, the leader, turned his head slightly, and two red rays swept over the strangers, pausing for a moment on the centaur and leopard man, and then saw the fleas standing aside and nodding their heads, and knew that the identity of these people was fine.

Then he must have crossed his horse forward, and handed over a brief handover to the deputy commander of the camp who had rushed over, and then with a wave of his hand, the knights jumped off their horses, handed their horses to the grooms who had come running, and lined up in a neat queue on the spot.

Someone came over and bowed to Kenway and said, "Lord Kenway, the meal will be ready soon, why don't you let the brothers go into the camp and rest first?" ”

"Hmm."

Kenway Urn replied angrily, turned around and said "disband", and the cavalry finally relaxed, taking off their helmets while talking, and at the same time turned their heads curiously to look at the uninvited guests not far away.

The centaur druid's gaze swept over Kenway, and then at the armor of the knights, his eyes becoming solemn.

The order was forbidden, and even if they had traveled hundreds of miles back to the camp, without the commander's order, these guards did not appear to be slack.

And these armors.

The equipment of the NPCs in Rune City is constantly updated with the level, except for some core equipment with better special effects, the rest of the replacement frequency is level 5 once, and the NPCs of some important positions are even level 2 once, and they are equipped with NPC-specific purple outfits as much as possible.

A considerable part of this equipment was created by the craftsmen of Rune City, plus some Lu Kuan purchased from auction houses around the world, because Lu Kuan's eyes were poisonous, and the cost performance of the equipment he bought back was much higher than that of Dai Guang and others, so he had always experienced this matter himself.

At present, the cavalry seen by the tourists is equipped at the level of level 42 blue suits, and some of the cavalry are wearing one or two pieces of purple equipment produced in Rune City because of their good military achievements, and their appearance is not bad, and they can see the difference at a glance.

But this is nothing, if the people in the tour group know that the weapons of all the captains and NPCs of Runeterra City and above are mixed with a sufficient amount of pure gold, I don't know how they will feel.

"I remember saying before that if the Celestial God Church sent a regular army over, Runetera would definitely not be able to stop it?" The centaur druid bowed his head slightly, smiled and said to his companion.

The Leopard Priest also laughed: "I was talking about 5,000 regular troops at the time, but now it seems that I really said less. ”

It is difficult for outsiders to know how many people are in Rune City, but the patrols of the trade routes appear every day, and people with intentions can always estimate that the total number of seven or eight hundred cannot run.

Even if the Celestial God Church had a master who could hold down Tao Bo and that large storm elemental, the five thousand troops wanted to take Rune City, which was indeed a little less.

Kenway had just returned from outside, and he didn't know about the Elven Tree, and the flea confessed to the tour group, trotted over to the Iron Swordsman, and explained a few words in a low voice.

"Got it."

Kenway's unique voice.

Because of the body structure, Kenway's voice could not be suppressed, so the two simply exchanged a few words, Kenway went back to the barracks, and the flea ran back.

"Mr. Flea, where are we going next? Want to go to the Grand Canyon? The centaur druid asked with a smile as he couldn't wait.

"Time relationship, can't go too far,"

The flea replied, looking at the sun above him, "But you can go to the first watchtower in the canyon, there is a fighting match held by the military today, and you should be able to see a little tail in the past." ”

"Oh? It's new. ”

The people immediately agreed, the flea smiled when he saw this, looked behind him, and immediately a guard ran to the rear of the camp, and in a short time led people to lead out more than a dozen fierce war horses as a means of transportation for the sightseeing group.

……

At the same time, Lu Kuan was riding a turnip, on the bridge of the low mountain outpost, staring intently at the flow of people under the bridge.

Many devout believers from the north will first find a way to get to Iron Boots City, and then teleport to the Nightfall Sinkhole at some cost, so that they can directly skip the primeval forest hundreds of miles between Iron Boots City and the Sinkhole.

If you go through the relatively safe sinkhole, you will be able to reach the low mountain outpost smoothly.

The garrison work of the outpost suddenly became severe, and Lu Kuan thought of the business road bandits that Qingyi had said yesterday, and he was not very worried about this side, so he personally rushed over to supervise the battle.

These suddenly extra devotees are fine, just check their class badges and confirm that they are followers of Alona.

It may be those caravans that may be in question.

"Stop!"

The Desert Elf guard's hand was on the scimitar, and he stopped a carriage with a cold face, and the fat merchant in front of the carriage was stunned and quickly jumped down from it.

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