V1.Chapter 35

Just cleaned up the battlefield.

The caravan continued to advance, and Sauron could not ride a horse because of his injury, so he could only sit in a cart that transported goods.

The mysterious woman did not invite him into the carriage. The relationship between the two was not that familiar yet, but she did invite Vivian. Unfortunately, the little girl shook her head and refused, and climbed into the carriage and sat beside Sauron. The group of people moved forward quietly. The caravan guards continued to investigate the vicinity. From time to time, they would call for people to fill the roads with potholes. The heavy rain some time ago turned these roads into muddy roads, and there were potholes everywhere. water.

Sauron's body was dirty, and Vivian was dusting him.

Of course, when fighting, he doesn't care about his image. Rolling and dodging on the ground can be said to be covered in mud, and when it dries, there are pieces of mud on it.

The little girl was carefully getting him down, and rubbed it with her little hands to blow off the dust on it.

Everyone else was busy with their own affairs. Occasionally, when they saw the two people on the cart, the corners of their mouths unconsciously showed a smile, and their goodwill towards the two of them also increased a little. Especially the mysterious woman sitting in the big carriage would lift the curtain from time to time to look at the two of them. Of course, her eyes were more on the cute little girl, as if there was something attractive about her.

The picture at this moment is very peaceful.

Sauron sat cross-legged on the cart and wiped the machete with a rag. The blood of burrowing worms is acidic. If it is not cleaned up, it will affect the use of the weapon. The little girl sat next to him and removed the mud on his clothes for him, and occasionally puffed out her mouth and blew it seriously. Because of the poor quality of the fabric, the soil had penetrated into the gaps in the clothes (the coarse cloth clothes are not dense. ), you can still see gray patches after taking a clean shot, which makes the little girl feel a little dissatisfied.

"use this!"

The captain of the guard smiled as he passed by on horseback, reached out and took out a bag of things from his arms and threw it to Sauron: "This is the refined essential oil, which can maintain weapons."

Knives are naturally not rubbed, but sharpened.

For people like them who support themselves by fighting and killing, a good weapon that is handy means the protection of life.

Sauron smiled, reached out to take it, took out a little ointment with his fingers, and carefully smeared it on the machete. This refined ointment can prevent weapons from rusting, and it is best to prepare some before starting a super-level weapon. Even super-level enchanted weapons need to be maintained regularly, which is an attitude towards combat.

Sauron wiped the machete dry with a cloth, and then retracted the scabbard.

Perhaps because of the wear and tear of the battle, or because he started to bleed a lot when he was injured, he looked a little tired and sleepy.

Unconsciously, he leaned on the cart and fell asleep.

The little girl kept looking at him quietly, maybe she was a little tired, so she leaned her little head in his arms, being careful not to touch his wound.

The caravan went on like this.

Occasionally, the guards who rode past the cart also made a slight noise, which was a kind of respect for the strong.

Sauron won't necessarily be able to beat them one-on-one.

But in the battle against the burrowers, he has earned the respect of these caravan guards.

In fact, Sauron was not asleep.

In fact, he rarely actually falls asleep in the wild, and more often than not he is in a state of slumber.

Half asleep.

A slight peculiar noise would wake him up.

Because he is well aware of how much danger there is in the wilderness, he must always maintain a little bit of vigilance.

The time is already evening.

The caravan still had no plans to stop. When Sauron woke up, he found that the little girl had fallen asleep leaning against his arms.

He pulled out his arms carefully, trying not to wake Vivian who was asleep.

pity.

The little girl still opened her eyes. She raised her little hand and rubbed her eyes. She raised her head and said, "Brother."

"you're awake?"

Sauron nodded with a smile, reached out and stroked her hair. A caravan guard who had dealt with diggers with him passed by and threw the wrapped bread and meat over with a smile. There is not so much particular about wild adventures. The bread is prepared in advance, and it is a little hard. The meat is air-dried bacon, because it is still warm in the arms, so it is better to eat.

For those who run outside all year round, dry food is placed on the chest, because this way the food will not be too cold to swallow.

Sauron broke off a piece of bread and handed it to Vivian, then tore off a piece of meat.

Since he didn't stop lighting the fire, naturally there would be no soup, so Sauron swallowed the food directly with water, and then whispered: "Wait to set up camp."

"I'll get you something delicious."

Here is the wild.

Beating two rabbits with his skill is still the same as playing, because there is no trace of human activities, there are a lot of game here!

The only trouble is that making a fire might startle those wild monsters.

But there are so many people who are not afraid.

The little girl is not a picky eater at all, and quietly swallows the bread with water.

Sudden!

She seemed to sense something, looked up at the forest not far away, tugged at Sauron's clothes with her small hands, and said softly, "Brother."

"Something seems to be watching us over there?"

Hearing this, Sauron grabbed the machete alertly, and then stood on the cart and looked at it, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything, but based on past experience, he still judged what was watching them.

"fine."

He gently rubbed the little girl's head, and said slowly, "That's the gnoll that is operating here."

"It should have found out that we were passing by."

"but."

"These things dare not attack large-scale caravans, and we will leave their range of activities later."

Gnoll.

One of the most common creatures in the wilderness.

They are more dangerous than goblins and kobolds, with sharp fangs and claws and agility, while also possessing considerable intelligence.

This creature loves to raid lonely travelers.

However, for such a large-scale caravan, unless their strength makes them feel completely confident, they rarely attack large groups of prey.

Gnolls are not very large as carnivorous creatures.

Most of them only have about 15-30 tribes, and they are still scattered into family units of about 5-8. Compared with attacking such heavily guarded caravans, they tend to hunt those beasts and goblins. At least the latter does not pose much danger. If they attack humans in the wild, the gnolls cannot avoid casualties.

Generally, as long as there are more than five people, even if the gnoll launches an attack, it will choose to attack in the middle of the night.

At first they will stalk their prey quietly!

Because the nearby woods began to thicken, the caravan guards also shrunk their path-finding formations, and the number of scouts at the front increased to five to ensure that someone would support them at any time in the event of an accident.

Some businessmen are already complaining.

Because it is very troublesome to travel in the dark, if the light is not enough, the cattle and horses also slow down.

fortunately.

Soon a bright moon appeared.

The moonlight today is very good, and the cold moonlight illuminates the surroundings, which is relatively convenient for them to move forward.

The caravan guards lit torches.

The guys also inserted the torches prepared in advance into the cart. Inside the large carriage in the center, the mysterious woman walked out quietly. She stood on the carriage and looked around, then pointed her finger at the top of the carriage, and said in her mouth. A peculiar monosyllable uttered, and then the top of the chariot appeared bright.

Brightness!

The mysterious woman's wizard level is probably not low, and she actually illuminates a range of hundreds of feet nearby. (30m-50m)

The caravan burst into cheers.

The power of the spell excited many people, and there was a reassuring smile on the faces of the merchants.

"That sister's spells are so powerful."

The little girl quietly approached Sauron and whispered, "The Illumination Technique I used is only a little big, but she can illuminate such a big place."

Career level 15 and above!

Sauron took a deep look at the carriage, but did not expect this mysterious woman to be a high-level witch.

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Although the light source facilitates the advance of the caravan.

However, their location was also exposed. In the dark forest nearby, a pair of dark green pupils could be seen, which were wolves and beasts moving nearby.

"Ow!"

Loud wolf howls echoed in the wilderness, and a calf-sized figure of a wolf king appeared on the hillside in the distance.

It was a wild warg.

It took a deep look at the caravan in the distance, its pupils locked on the big carriage, as if it felt the gaze of the mysterious woman, its sturdy body trembled, and then it made a low howl. A burst of wolf howls came out, and the nearby wolves hidden in the darkness came out one after another, the pair of faint green pupils disappeared, and they followed the wolf dynasty and left in other directions. Wargs have decent intelligence, even smarter than war horses. There are still many prey in the wilderness, so there is no need to provoke this caravan.

Not to mention the scary wizard among them!

The fear of mages has already infiltrated their bloodline for thousands of years, and countless painful lessons have been taught to these beasts, never to provoke those who can cast spells easily.

Just don't irritate them.

These beasts also don't easily attack enemies capable of casting spells!

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