Chapter 26, Departure

Two days later, the caravan set off.

Nearly thirty carriages, hundreds of horses, and a team of hundreds of people left the city mightily. Harald stood on the tower, shaking his head with unfriendly eyes. These caravans would have gone to sea at his port, so he He can receive a large amount of tax money, but now that everything is ruined because of the closure of the port, he can only earn a fortune from these businessmen, and then let them go.

"Mr. Boris, who are you?" Ryan found that Boris, the head of the Bloodaxe Mercenary Group, and several wounded had packed up their things and left in another direction.

"Us?" Boris smiled awkwardly: "The few of us may not be able to help you on the road. Mr. Lane, I thought I could still do something. But..."

After finishing speaking, Boris was a little hesitant to speak, it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from his injuries during the battle with the Beastmen.

After the exchange, Ryan learned that Boris planned to take the wounded, including Banda, back to Winter City, the capital of the Nord King, to recuperate, and there would be several healthy mercenaries accompanying them to take care of them.

"I understand, good luck to you." Ryan understood him.

"Also, please tell Ms. Trovik for me that the blood ax mercenary group owed them to Jialan and has already paid off. We don't want to have any contact with them in the future." Boris said on his face. With no expression on his face, he slowly looked away, looking at the way back, with sadness in his voice: "The Garland Council has given us a lot, but they demanded more from us, everything should be over. "

"Okay, I will convey it for you." Ryan didn't say anything. It's not uncommon for spellcasters to repay favors. He just watched a few people leave.

The Gray Blade mercenary group led by Birger was at the forefront, and he himself rode a fast horse to lead the convoy for half an hour, followed by the guards and the Bloodaxe mercenary group, followed by the merchants and sorceresses. There is the middle part where Ryan and the others are, and the tail is maneuvered by guards and a few wandering knights.

It wasn't long before I left the town, and the road was not easy to walk. The wheels of the carriage kept running over some small stones and raised roadsides, and the young man inside the carriage was hurting.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The boy in the carriage yelled loudly. One of his arms was wrapped in bandages and hung on his chest. It was obvious that the injury was unclear.

It was Banda of the Bloodaxe Mercenary Group. The little mercenary was injured in the battle at the pier, and now he could only sit in the car to rest. Fortunately, it was not serious, just a minor injury.

"I said Simon, I heard that the lord of Kaltzenhaven held a banquet afterwards! Did you go?" Banda felt very depressed. He lay on the hospital bed and thought countless times that Ms. Trovik would visit him. But the fact is that the sorceress never appeared.

"I didn't go, how could I have a chance to go? That's where the 'higher people' go, how are we qualified?" Simon shook his head: "Both the head and the deputy head went, they said it was a normal It's just a banquet."

"That's right, the leader didn't come back until the next morning." Looking at the cloudy weather outside the carriage, Banda sighed and said, "I'm lucky, I saved my life, Hans, Rem, Bao Elmer and they have all..."

The little mercenary thought of his fellow mercenary regiments who had died before. In the battle with the beastmen, the number of bloodaxe mercenary regiments changed from fifty to more than thirty now, and twenty of them died forever. left them.

"Actually... the head of the group said that he regretted it when he came back yesterday. He regretted accepting this commission from Ms. Trovik. The price we paid was really too high." Simon checked his hand crossbow, And put sword oil on his dagger.

"By the way, that...is Ms. Trovik..." Banda hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"No, it's the knight... Well, Mr. Ryan asked how you are recovering." Simon's face was not very good when he mentioned Ryan,

He thought it disgraceful to be forced to apologize to veterans that day on the pier.

The convoy continues to walk, and the current section of the road is still safe for the time being.

"It seems to be snowing again, this weather." Ryan was riding his tall horse Pine Cone. He could feel that the weather was still not getting better, and he was a little worried.

At the banquet yesterday, Willard told him the very bad news that the barbarians in the north once again assembled their troops and marched southward.

This is not the problem, after all, the Nords have been used to fighting the northern barbarians for many years.

What really caught Ryan's attention was what Villard said.

"The city walls of the Storm Fortress were found to have some kind of mutation. In some positions of the city walls that have been attacked all the year round, the defenders found that the walls had grown eyes and tentacles, which seemed to have self-awareness. The Church of Justice believed that this was due to It was caused by the erosion of the flesh and blood of those followers of Chaos, so under the auspices of the Church of Justice, the walls of Storm Fortress will be torn down and rebuilt after being burned by the fire."

But at this time, the northern barbarians attacked, and Ryan felt that there might be some connection between them.

Forget it, I couldn't figure it out for a moment, the man shook his head, and shook the messy thoughts out of his mind, only to realize that some snowflakes had been thrown from his hair.

It's snowing again.

"One body and balance instructor, the recent weather is really weird." Ryan smiled casually at the Druid riding on the road.

Yes, during this trip, the bad-tempered Druid "Tree Planter" Aldrad will go with everyone. The reason is also very simple. Druid was expelled by Villard After leaving Karzenhaven, there was no place to stay for the time being, so he made an agreement with Oliver to set off with the caravan.

"Nature's whisper needs to be heard, she is howling, the terrible storm is blowing..." God Aldrad whispered, and then Ryan interrupted him immediately: "Enough is enough, teacher of nature , please speak in plain language? Mr. Eldridge won’t be as difficult to communicate as you are.”

"Eldridge? You know him?" Druid was a little puzzled, then nodded, his tone was still very bad: "It's the energy of chaos, the energy of chaos is blowing the sky, causing the current cloudy and snowy days."

"Old Tree Walker" Eldridge is a few "representatives" of the Church of Nature who are walking outside, and it makes sense for Ryan to know him.

"Hehe~" Ryan just squinted his eyes and smiled, this group of people in the Church of Nature is really not likable.

When picking fruit and putting on clothes can be interpreted as an offense to nature, when this group of people can directly trample on the basic kingdom laws of citizens' property independence and freedom for the sake of the so-called "natural balance", Ryan believes that any It's hard for people to feel good about them.

How similar to those little animal insurances.

The "communication" between the ancient tree walker and Ryan was also quite pleasant, because after Ryan hung him on the tree, he was willing to have a good talk with Ryan.

Without speculation, Ryan noticed that the wandering knights behind the team had sneaked into the middle of the team at some point: "Gentlemen? Shouldn't you be behind and pay attention to the safety of the rear of the team?"

The leader was Ike, who was trying to spy on the goods in the carriage in the middle of the team. Hearing Ryan's words, he laughed and said, "Mr. Knight, we haven't entered the forest yet, you see Are we..."

"Please perform your duties seriously. I won't argue with you this time. Please keep at least three people at the end of the team at any time!" Ryan said angrily.

The words of the knights of the kingdom are still very effective. A few wandering knights looked at me and I looked at you, nodded, and went back to the end of the team.

The curtain of the carriage next to the horse was raised: "If it weren't for Mr. Ryan, I really wouldn't dare to go with these guys."

"Mr. Oliver must know that they occasionally do other jobs." Both the merchant and the knight knew what they were talking about, and they smiled at each other.

"I don't mind accepting a few more new armors and horses." Ryan whispered.

"I don't mind helping Mr. Lane introduce some buyers to sell things. I don't need to charge commission." Oliver also matched the code.

It seems that a tacit agreement has been reached.

"Tsk! Dirty deal." From the carriage on the other side came the female sorceress' faint disdainful voice.

After two days of rest, the sorceress' body has recovered a lot, and Ryan can already feel the strong magic fluctuations in her body.

Hearing Teresa's voice, Oliver immediately shut up subconsciously, but Ryan changed the topic: "It's snowing outside, please keep warm."

"If it's too cold outside, you can also come and rest in the carriage, well, I'm going to meditate." The beautiful face of the sorceress flashed through the curtain.

"Huh~ It's really cold!" A big man in black robe came up from behind on a horse: "Even if it's on the mountain of our tribe, it won't be so cold in October."

The face of this big man in black was painted with oil paint, the hair on the temples was clean-shaven, and the hair on the top of his head was tied into a bunch of dirty braids, and so was his beard—the thick long beard was all tied into pigtails And scattered on the chest.

He was wearing thick leather armor, and then a brown deerskin coat. Some animal teeth were strung together as necklaces and hung on his strong chest. He carried a spear and a longbow on his back, and a short knife on his waist. He looks quite young, with a dark complexion and an old-fashioned appearance. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are stretched because of the owner's laughter: "You are the White Wolf Knight 'Sledgehammer' Ryan? I know you."

"You are?" The black-robed man knew that he would not be surprised. The Nord Kingdom actively promoted Ryan's promotion, and he was very well-known in this place.

"Haha~ I'm Rost, I'm from the wolf tribe, and I was hired by Mr. Oliver to be his bodyguard." The big man in black robe was very bold. It floated out: "Come on, brother?"

"No, thank you, I usually don't drink on an empty stomach."

"That's a pity." Rost picked up the kettle and took a big gulp: "This is a fine wine blessed by the shaman of our tribe, and it's made from malt!"

"Horde, shaman? Are you from the north?" Ryan looked at Roster's thick arms. He is 1.9 meters tall. If Ryan, who is 1.8 meters tall, looks well-proportioned, he is actually very strong. Type, then Rost is a complete tall, muscular man.

There are quite a few Nords of this size, but not many with canola and dreadlocks.

"Yes, I have been here for hundreds of years. I am a barbarian." Rost spread his hands naturally, and then immediately added: "I am a canonized barbarian. Our previous patriarch Murray was in the battle of Fasha. He was active in the middle school and was canonized as an imperial knight by His Majesty Ludwig!"

No wonder this barbarian dared to come out for activities swaggeringly. It turns out that he has been officially recognized, right? Ryan thought so.

The northern barbarians have not always worshiped the evil god of chaos, they also used to have their own gods and their own beliefs.

After the chaos came, the northern barbarians were indeed the first group of people to kneel at the feet of the evil gods. Apart from the reason that they are closest to the gate of chaos, the environment of the northern wasteland is too harsh is also an important reason. The northern wasteland It is too cold. If it is said that Nord is warm for three months a year, the northern wasteland is severely cold all year round, and the land is almost impossible to cultivate. Life is always very difficult.

Even though the vast majority of barbarians chose to surrender to Chaos, there are still a few barbarians who are unwilling to surrender to Chaos, so they choose to leave their hometown. There are many barbarian tribes who migrated inward in Nord's territory, and most of them are unwilling to surrender to Chaos. Go to the city to live with others, so with the king's permission, they established their own settlements and lived in the mountains or desolate valleys. Many tribes still retain the most primitive beliefs, and even Ryan has seen the beasts. It should be known that the god of beasts had already fallen when the chaos came, but these tribes still insisted on this custom.

But this thing is not sure, because the gods are very powerful existences, and it is difficult for them to die in the true sense. Some gods will leave the means of reincarnation for themselves, and some gods will choose to give up part of their power Save yourself and fake your death.

Even if the god's body falls, as long as part of his power remains in the world, everything will turn around.

"Is that so... For hundreds of years, how are you all doing?" Ryan looked at the Hordaland Mountains shrouded in mist in the distance. Something else awaits these people.

"It's okay, here, although life is hard, but with the great ice and snow lady with us, we can maintain it." Rost caught a snowflake with his hand, and stuck it to his face, letting it go Melting slowly: "It is the power of the goddess that protects us from corruption."

"But your goddess has been sleeping forever since then." Ryan whispered, the goddess of ice and snow always sleeps forever, except for occasionally getting some oracle from the goddess when she wakes up, the barbarians actually get nothing. But they have to contribute a lot of faith and sacrifices.

It's ironic, isn't it?

But without faith, human beings will not be able to unite effectively, and without faith, human beings will not be able to muster up the courage to fight against the incomparably powerful Chaos God and the erosion of darkness.

"Faith makes us strong." Estelle appeared beside the crowd on a horse. The half-elf rode a tall horse, wearing a hood, an exquisite moon-white cloak and a goose-yellow robe made by elves, with an elegant shape and a soothing tone: "Birger has a message that we can stay overnight at the reserved location tonight. There is no one there, it's just..."

"Just what? Don't tell me there is no one, but there are monsters!" Oliver sitting in the front of the carriage shouted exaggeratedly. The guards and mercenaries burst out laughing, and all eyes were on Ace. on Terr.

They are also waiting for an answer.

"The dilapidated village that was reserved for hunters and caravans was destroyed seriously. I think...maybe many of us will have to sleep in the open air at night." The half-elf was still smiling: "So, everyone move Hurry up and get to the campsite as soon as possible, and we can try to repair some houses for everyone to live in at night!"

"That's good! Quicken your pace!"

"Hurry up!"

"Accelerate~"

When the sun left the last twilight on the mountain, the huge convoy finally approached the campsite for tonight.