The dark wind blew across the matte path from west to east. The branches and leaves of the winged tree were blown by the wind and danced widely, but they did not make any sound.
A silhouette of a black wolf-headed monkey lay silently on a branch blown by the wind. It lowered its head and stared coldly at a bush not far away with its green eyes, and then disappeared silently.
In the black wind.
In the direction it was just looking at, the creaking sound of carriage wheels gradually came. Before the carriage appeared in sight, a middle-aged man patrolled around and took the lead in leading a strong brown horse.
came out.
At this moment, the dark wind blew directly on his face. His expression changed, and he immediately turned back to shout to his companions:
"Wait a minute, the wind is blowing."
He motioned with his eyes to a young man behind him to take over the horse he was holding, and then took off the sword and sheath from his waist.
A strong wind blew, blowing up the corners of his clothes, and you could vaguely see that he had a layer of hard leather armor underneath the chainmail he was wearing.
A young man wearing a monocle frowned and took a step forward, lowering his voice and asking the middle-aged man: "Didn't it just blow up last night? Why did it blow up twice in a row in three days?"
In his right hand, he was holding a crystal wood cane that had some dirt on the front but not many scratches. Because of its high quality and low price - of course, mainly the latter reason, low-level wizards like this material very much. From then on
The almost shiny head of the staff shows that he often uses this staff and is not good at maintaining it.
Standing next to the young man is a slightly stout shield warrior with a full beard. Unlike the middle-aged man with a resolute expression whose nationality cannot be identified, this shield warrior with brown curly hair can easily tell that he is a Farah.
His bloodline was not commensurate with the large shield behind him. He was wearing a chef's uniform that was stained with grease and too big to fit.
"After all, it's almost the Moon of Shadows (Thirteenth), and the monster doesn't sleep so peacefully. But don't worry, Del Ramos has never woken up before it started snowing," the expression on the middle-aged man's face said.
Not so nervous, he handed the slashing sword he was holding in his right hand to his left hand along with the scabbard. He turned slightly and explained to the wizard, "I asked Old John specifically before I decided to take on this task. He said that before the third
There won’t be any snow.”
"It's already the 29th."
The wizard frowned, tapped his cane vigorously and emphasized.
The middle-aged man coughed twice in dissatisfaction and raised his voice: "I know. You don't have to worry about this, An Ruosi. You just need to do what you should do, such as giving me those damn monkeys."
Run away. I told you when you first came here that the eldest lady in the carriage behind is in a hurry. She is going to Caral to ransom her troublesome brother... So if you still want me to be in your internship report
Just sign and focus on what is useful, and don't worry about what is there or not."
"I just want to say..."
"Okay, okay, Xiao Anruosi, Macon doesn't mean any harm. That's the kind of person he is. I understand him."
The Farajor, who was more of a cook than a shield warrior, patted the young wizard on the shoulder with his fat, greasy fingers.
"Speaking of which, how is the druid I rescued before? I heard that the young lady treated him?"
"Well. It's just a ruptured kidney caused by a back stab. Once the injury was stabilized and encouraged, the breathing became stable immediately. But..." The young wizard's brows furrowed deeper, and he mumbled with some dissatisfaction, "He is a man in black robe...
…”
"What happened to the black robe?"
The cook raised his eyebrows and put on a mocking smile, "Let me tell you, before doing this job, Macon was still a salary earner, and before that, he did a job with blood on his fingers.
…”
"Kruvien!"
The middle-aged man scolded dissatisfiedly.
Fararu's chef raised his eyebrows, shrugged and said: "Okay, okay, I won't say it. I just want to prove that career does not explain everything about a person. Take you for example, I have always felt that you
This job is quite good now. You are not a person capable of doing bad things in your bones..."
"Yes, I'm not, but you did it smoothly." The middle-aged man turned around, with a slight smile on his stern mouth, "Also, don't fool the children. What about black robes and not black robes?
I'm afraid it's just a professional habit to bring him back. I bet you subconsciously took him back as a girl when you saw the face of the black-robed man. If you hadn't given up on it, you would have just left it as soon as possible.
Lu ran back and sold him to the nightingale on the corner, I'm afraid he was already counting the money."
"Hehehehe..." Kruveen smiled coquettishly, "After all, he is a druid, a favored one by nature. Each one is more beautiful than the other. I once defeated an elf, a purebred one, who was not as good-looking as the black-robed one.
...It's a pity that he is a man..."
"As far as you know, sometimes it's the men who are worth the most."
The middle-aged man sneered at his old friend.
But soon, the expressions of the three people gradually changed.
"...The wind has been blowing for three minutes."
Macon's face darkened and he sighed.
"An Ruosi, go and notify the two priests of the War Goddess behind you. Tell them that we are in big trouble."
Looking at the pairs of green eyes that gradually lit up in the dark storm, Macon's face was serious, and a large black rune the size of a tadpole gradually appeared in the brown pupil of his right eye, spreading and crawling from his eyes.
It covered most of Marken's face.
"...But, Captain, are you okay here?"
An Ruosi swallowed, timidly and excitedly as she watched the large fleet of silhouettes surrounding her.
Maken laughed angrily: "Get away from me, there are less than a hundred monkeys, I'm not worried about it yet."
"The real threat is what's going to come out soon... By the way, you can stop by and see if the druid is awake. If you can get to the ground, bring him here too."
"Whether they can survive or not depends on the three of them."
The young wizard quickly recognized the situation, nodded seriously, adjusted his monocle, and immediately turned back and ran to the carriage not far behind him.
Listening to the footsteps gradually receding behind him, Macon stared closely at the number of green eyes that were still increasing, and he smiled lowly and pulled out the sword in his hand.
"Old man... let's get rid of these bastard monkeys first. After all, these monkeys jumping around are too much of a threat to low-level professionals."
Kruveen scratched his scalp with his greasy hands. He didn't say a word. He just smiled and took down the big shield behind him. He twisted it slightly, and the edge of the shield, which was half a man high, pierced out.
A circle of sharp and shining blades.
The black wind gradually became stronger.
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