In the gray foggy forest, dozens of figures on horseback slowly appeared. They stepped on the woodland where rotten leaves accumulated, and a black muddy water spread out from the depression. After a few seconds, the figure on horseback was also revealed.

Everyone is wearing worn leather armor, and some are wearing plate armor or chain armor. The weapons on their waists range from cross swords to one-handed giant swords, scimitars to chain claws, and there are many types of weapons.

Their eyes stared fiercely at the convoy in front of them, and they roared:

"Where did you come from as a caravan? Our Shire Bandits have occupied this place and prohibit your passage. If you want to leave, avoid the misty forest and follow the path from Russia to the ridge and then pass through two canyons.

It will lead to the road behind.”

The leader of the thieves wears a silver helmet. In his messy gray hair, you can see the common gray eyes belonging to the Mars Empire. At the same time, he is proficient in the Mars Empire language to prove his identity. He is a criminal knight in a certain city.

I came here to become a thief.

"Hoo ho!!"

The silver iron chain at the back swung, causing the mist to stir and move twice, and there was a sound of metal friction and waving sounds in the air.

"Are they just ordinary thieves? It would be too hard for them to go out to work in such weather."

Grant could see dozens of strong men through the curtains. Their strong chests and bulging muscles made Grant feel a little strange. This kind of figure did not look like thieves living in the border mountain roads, but more closely resembled those of ordinary knights.

Level knights.

If it weren't for the shabby appearance and attire, Grant might have thought that the opponent was a regular army.

The red-eyed horse in front of the carriage stopped and gnawed the rotten leaves on the ground with a calm face without any panic. After chewing twice, he found that it was unusually unpalatable, so he simply vomited it down.

The red-eyed horse itself has the blood of a lion-horned beast, and is naturally bold and warlike.

"Sir, we are a group of thieves. Please cast a spell to let them see the power of the spell. I believe they will leave soon."

Next to the leading carriage, a formal knight in silver-white armor said respectfully.

"Well, these thieves groups in front of me are really not afraid of anything. They even dare to pay attention to our convoy. If I weren't afraid of causing other thieves groups to cause commotion in the misty forest, I would have eliminated them instantly. Now let me come out.

Let’s deal with them.”

Abbott, dressed in a white robe, walked out. He looked different from the friendly look he had when he first met Grant. He often looked cold and cold in front of outsiders, especially those with low status.

There was a lot of moisture in the air. Not long after Abbott came out, the long hair on both sides of his ears became wet, and a cloud of milky white mist spurted out from the tip of his nose and dissipated in the air.

"Thieves, this is a caravan composed of mages and formal knights. I hope you won't be stupid enough to commit suicide!"

Master Abbott used his mental power to amplify his voice several times and spread it to the opponent's camp. At the same time, with the corner of his lips trembling slightly, he waved the staff in his hand to cast the lightning chain spell.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two blue arcs of electricity suddenly appeared in the void ahead, as if chains were struck down to the ground at once, charring the nearby rotten leaves to black, and the smell of burnt ashes floated on both sides.

Casting a lightning-like spell at random, Master Abbott gave them a cold look and said coldly: "Do you thieves want to smash them clean like the leaves in front of you? If you want, just come, I can politely give it to one of you.

Suddenly, it turns into blackened gray carbon.”

"It's the mage!"

"It's actually a mage, everyone, please make way!"

There was a commotion among the dozens of thieves, and they all exclaimed before making way for a seven-eight-meter-wide road. The leader of the thieves, whose face seemed to be in shock, had a cold light flashing across his eyes.

A very weak murderous aura floated on the hilt of the sword.

At the side of the carriage, Abbott noticed that the other party gave way and sat next to him, telling the people around him to enter the forest.

The wheels began to roll, and the four carriages approached the forest and headed towards Orleans Canyon. At this time, Master Abbott noticed Grant approaching with a smile on his face. He laughed and said: "It's great, we can finally pass through the misty forest and arrive at

You only have to go through Orleans Canyon to get to other places."

The warm and excited face came close to Master Abbott, and he suddenly hugged him, holding his slender and smooth back tightly.

"Mr. Grant, your attitude is not good. We haven't gotten to know each other enough to hug each other casually. How about you let me go first? We still need to move forward."

Abbott's eyes flashed with panic, and his face became hot and crimson. He didn't expect that Grant would suddenly hug him. Thinking that a big man like him would hug him tightly like a woman, he couldn't help but be afraid of the other person's hobbies. Considering the other person's hobbies,

It was recommended by Master Melio, so I could only politely ask him to go away.

He stretched out his hand and pushed, and Grant actually got closer and closer. Ulphises, who was in the carriage in the middle, also noticed it. Although his eyes were confused, he didn't stop him.

Grant smiled and approached Abbott's delicate ear, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

A voice the size of a mosquito word reached his ears: "Those are not thieves. If the other party is interested in us, they must cast spells as quickly as possible and I will cooperate."

After hearing this, Abbott's face changed slightly and he quickly calmed down, saying embarrassedly: "I know, Master Grant, you'd better leave me quickly. I'm just a grown man."

"Just looking for you to play with." Grant sighed as he left the carriage and walked towards his own carriage.

The sudden episode passed quickly. They left slowly. The bandits who had not moved on both sides stared fearfully at Grant's caravan as he gradually left. Their rough hands slowly moved towards the cross worn on his waist.

Sword, or longbow in hand.

The leading thief took a breath and felt the air was suddenly a little depressed. He immediately stretched out his hand to cut off, and whispered: "Kill them, pay attention to the method..."

Before he finished speaking, a dark steel arrow with a hint of flame was accurately inserted into his throat. The hot arrow made the blood become stinky and the wound turned black.

His eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the man in black robe opposite him holding a dark long bow. Inside the hood of the dark robe, a pair of dim eyes locked tightly on him. He rolled his painful throat subconsciously,

But I found that I could only scratch and rub, but I couldn't say a word.

"Bang!"

The thief fell off his horse and fell among the rotting leaves of the forest, his blood mixed with the black muddy water.

"Lightning Chain!"

Behind Grant, four or five blue arcs of light were transmitted from the sky, and they all fell on the group of thieves and exploded. However, the twenty or so thieves drove their horses to avoid it, and each one grabbed them from the leather armor on their backs. The black thin swords and the horses also neighed twice and rushed over in a neat military formation.

A powerful offensive spell could only bring down three thieves.
Chapter completed!