Volume Three, Blood and Fire, Chapter 182: The Crimson Principality (Part 2)
This knight is at the Silver level at best. Most of the druids of the War Eagle Clan can defeat him without taking action himself, but there is no need for it right now.
"Who are you? What is your business in this land? Why do you appear in the east?" the knight asked. He was a little surprised that he had not found anyone.
"We are a caravan from the Xirel Empire." Eloth replied.
The leading knight jumped off the horse. He handed the spear to another companion who jumped off the horse. He drew his sword and looked at Elos face to face, with a very surprised look in his eyes.
Finally, he spoke:
"Caravan? I don't think so. The caravans that come to the Crimson Principality all land from Poseidon Port on the western coast. How did you come from the east?"
"Oh, we passed through the Central Mountains, passed through the Crimson Mountains through the abandoned ancient tunnel, and came here. As for why we took this route, it is because we are not just a caravan, but also a mercenary group, in the Central
The mountain range has found a treasure left by the ancient high elves, and wants to go to the Crimson Principality to sell it."
"Caravan, huh, where are your goods?"
Facing the question from the knight leader, Ilosu opened the package filled with magic weapons and works of art a little and let the knight leader take a look, letting him know that what Ilosu said was true.
However, wealth does not reveal wealth.
When this group of knights saw just a little bit of property exposed in the package, their breathing froze, their breathing became heavy, and their eyes turned red.
The knight leader couldn't help but covet such valuable goods, but his years of experience and keen sense allowed him to temporarily suppress the idea of killing and robbing the goods.
Because the handsome and unbelievable man in front of him gave him a great sense of oppression, and he also found that this group of people called caravans and mercenaries were all very powerful, and they were all ready to fight.
If they really fight, even if they win miserably, the gains outweigh the losses.
What's more, I was careless and stood in front of this man with a strong sense of oppression. I was afraid that if he made a move, he would be the first to suffer.
"What's the name of your caravan or mercenary group?" the knight leader asked in surprise.
"The Golden Company," Eloth replied.
"The Golden Company?"
The knights all whispered to each other. As a country with many mercenaries, of course they had heard of the famous name of the Golden Company.
"Well, in that case, when you arrive in Tirisfal, you should ask the city lord to apply for a pass for the principality, otherwise you will be unable to move. Also, I wish you good luck!"
The knight leader said meaningfully as he got on his horse and swept away with the knights without hesitation.
After all the knights galloped for a long distance, the leader of the knights realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
His intuition told him that if he moved even a little bit, the group of mercenaries from the Golden Group would definitely attack immediately. Although he had a large number of more than a hundred knights, with their meager skills, they could still bully ordinary caravans and civilians.
It's okay, but forget about this kind of mercenary group that has experienced hundreds of battles.
"Captain, why don't you take action? Their number is less than one-third of ours. Even the Golden Regiment will probably have to flee in the face of our charge. Then wouldn't we be rich?"
An experienced knight rode up to the knight leader and asked everyone what they thought.
"Fart, how can you feel the terror of this group of mercenaries with your little strength? That young guy is definitely at the gold level, and the rest of the people are around the bronze level, not to mention there is a magician hidden in the team.
If a fight breaks out, I'm afraid there won't be many of us left alive!"
The knight leader cursed angrily. He was very dissatisfied with the poor eyesight of this group of men. You must know that the pressure just now was borne by him alone.
"But wealth can be found in danger, right?" the experienced knight said unwillingly.
"Then you must have a life flower. This windfall is not something we can bear. We should report it to the Lord of the City and let him make the decision. As long as we enter the city, the initiative is not in our hands!"
After saying that, the knight leader galloped towards Tirisfal, and all the knights followed suit.
Looking at the gradually disappearing smoke and dust in the distance, Elos had a solemn expression on his face. He had somewhat underestimated the covetousness of these people for their property.
If the knight leader hadn't wisely led the group to leave, Elos wouldn't have minded killing all these knights, because judging from their style, they usually had a lot of blood of innocent caravans and civilians on their hands.
However, in the territory of the Crimson Principality, Elos didn't want to do things too badly. After all, everyone still wanted to reach Poseidon Port safely as their main goal.
"I'm afraid that these knights will report to their superiors and covet our wealth." Ekaterina walked to Ilosu's side and said.
"It doesn't matter. They don't dare to rob us blatantly. They will only look for opportunities to do something dirty. If my estimate is correct, they must have gone to Tirisfal to report to the city lord. It depends on what kind of person the city lord is. If
If you dare to attack us, I won’t mind killing anyone in the City Lord’s Mansion.”
Eloise's tone was very relaxed, but the meaning behind his words surprised everyone.
Ever since he killed the two Baator demons, the always gentle and gentle Iloth has been exuding his murderous aura.
That bloodthirsty aura, not to mention the knight squadron just now, even Yekaterina and everyone in the War Eagle clan were secretly frightened.
But Ilosu himself didn't realize it. At this moment, his body was extremely strong, and he had various powerful skills in endlessly. Although he had not been promoted to legend, ordinary legendary strongmen could no longer defeat him. This was why Ilosu did not know at all.
The reason for fearing the army of a small border town.
"Let's go. The soldiers will come to cover up the water and earth."
Elos enthusiastically greeted everyone to move towards Tirisfal.
The scorching sun at noon has gradually set towards the west, but the scorching heat does not seem to have weakened at all. Fortunately, in the central mountain range, with rolling mountains and dense forests, it is far less hot than the plains, and it is much cooler than San Marino.
After marching continuously in the central mountain range for several days, the templars of the Holy Church were still marching non-stop.
On a small hill, Sanguinius, one of the Holy Sons of the Holy Empire, stood side by side with a man who had emerged from the dust, looking at the terrain ahead.
The Templars disbanded their formation and began to rest and prepare food.
As the highest-end combat force of the Holy Empire, even these powerful warriors were a little tired after several days of sleeplessness, not to mention that the priests in the team were already a little overwhelmed.
Sanguinius carefully took out an extremely finely crafted gold disc and began to inject holy power into it.
This is the golden compass held by Archbishop Richelieu, and it seems that it was borrowed by Sanguinius.
The center of the disk slowly glowed, and after a ripple, a small light spot appeared in the west.
Sanguinius counted the scales on the disk carefully, and after a while he raised his head and said: "We are still hundreds of kilometers away from the heretic. In less than half a month, we will catch up with him.
"
The elegant man looked back at the Templars who were seizing the time to rest, and frowned:
"If it's just the two of us, there will be no problem, but these people may not be able to support it. You see, those four clergy have been looking very bad these past two days. It will be a big trouble if they collapse."
Sanguinius knew that the pure and innocent man in front of him was the angel who had descended from the Kingdom of Light. His strength and power were unfathomable. Although he was one of the Sons of God, he still had to adopt the opinions of this angel who descended.
He made a careful calculation in his mind and said: "Why don't we divide into two teams, a small team will follow quickly, and the big team will follow behind. Lord Angel, what do you think of this?"
The descending angel thought for a while, nodded and said:
"That's fine. You are more familiar with the use of the Golden Compass. You can lead the five holy knights and five templars to track forward, and I will lead the team. You can also lead the five templars who are good at tracking.
Up three.”
As a holy knight, Sanguinius's physical strength and speed are naturally better than those of the descending angels who are magicians.
At the same time, the advent angel suggested that among the holy knights and templars he brought with him, there was also a strong man from the holy realm. The other personnel were all at the peak of the gold level. It was not easy to deal with a mere heretic paladin!
So, the proud Sanguinius set off first with a small group of elite personnel.
The descending angels followed closely behind with most of them.