There were bursts of clattering sounds of iron palms falling on the dirt road decorated with green and yellow colors, together with the continuous sound of windlass and rollers.
It was the unique sound of wooden wheels crushing the soil.
The Nilfgaardian soldiers stationed at the city gate stood on both sides of the gate wearing iron armor and holding spears, motionless like statues.
But his eyes were cast far away early, looking at the convoy on the other side of the stone bridge, slowly advancing towards the city gate.
Looking at the bright dark purple thorn flower pattern on the carriage, several city guards invariably showed in their eyes the salivation that almost drooled like a jackal seeing the soft and bright red moon gate of a bison.
Han Baiyi, who has been compared to an excretory organ, is currently sitting in the only luxurious car with down cushions in the entire fleet - which was originally Harovich's car.
However, after seeing Han Baiyi's outstanding demon-killing skills, even a stingy foreign capitalist like Harovich immediately understood the meaning of the word 'danger'.
Now, he was getting out of the car and walking. As he walked, he walked in the direction of Han Baiyi, nodding and bending through the small window of the carriage, looking very dog-legged.
"Bye! Vizima is ahead."
Harovich shouted very hard into the carriage, fearing that Han Baiyi's ears would go blind, and patted the wall of the carriage twice with his big furry hands - the movements were very gentle, and if you didn't look carefully, it seemed like he was caressing her affectionately.
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It does look a bit creepy.
While caressing her affectionately, Harovich was still outside bragging to Han Baiyi:
"I'm not boasting, but among the Nilfgaardians who knows Temeria best, it must be me! No one knows Vizima better than me!"
"Baiyi, with your merits, it's easy to become an officer in our Nilfgaardian army! It would be a pity to send this big guy to Vizima in exchange for that pitiful bounty."
"If you can trust me, why not..."
"I can't trust you, Harovich."
Han Baiyi's voice came faintly from the carriage, "And I believe that if you dare to nag in my ear again, I will definitely put your hammer into your cloaca, so that you can have a profound experience with me.
The corresponding pain of happy rich women.”
"..."
Harovich, who had been chattering all the way, finally shut up, and Han Baiyi lay down in the carriage.
Probably influenced by Harovich's journey, Han Baiyi felt that he unconsciously turned into a translator when speaking.
This reminded Han Baiyi once again of the fear of having his thoughts and accent dominated by his Northeastern brother in the dormitory.
As a result, the precious silence disappeared within ten seconds.
"Bye."
Harovich raised his head hesitantly and looked at him from the carriage window with an innocent expression on his face.
"The word 'cloaca'...what does it mean?"
Han Baiyi rolled his eyes and ignored him.
The farmers and mercenaries around him would glance secretly in the direction of the carriage from time to time, and then immediately look away, as if they were afraid of being discovered by him.
An unknown farmer scratched his crotch with lingering fear.
The motorcade was moving slowly.
Ever since Han Baiyi had just killed the rock troll with one strike, the atmosphere in the entire convoy began to feel a little uncomfortable.
After all, civilians are just civilians. Even if they have heard of how powerful witchers are, that only exists through hearsay.
In the past, I had only heard that these freaks were so strong and perverted, but this time I saw it with my own eyes.
I was also scared.
Are witchers so powerful?!
The freaks who have made deals with the devil are indeed extraordinary, even more powerful than the high-ranking professional men in the city.
Because of this, the farmers began to feel a little worried about their reckless behavior before, fearing that this man would chop them all down if he was unhappy.
Especially the farmer who wanted to take off his pants.
When he thought of this, his big cotton pants, which were already stained yellow, couldn't help but become a little bit wetter.
It's very smooth.
Soon, the convoy marched to the gate of Vizima City in this long-lost quiet atmosphere.
Han Baiyi glanced at it from a distance.
Different from the castle model in the game that can be circled in a few minutes, this castle built on the basis of the elven city thousands of years ago is similar to most of the human buildings that Han Baiyi has seen in terms of architectural style.
Somewhat different.
The mottled gray stone bricks are staggered and stacked. The outer wall is slightly square, and the interior is divided into areas according to a certain pattern, some are shallow and some are thin.
Probably because it was captured not long ago, many sections of the city wall have scorched marks from smoke and fire, and there are countless marks from knife and axe, one after another integrated into the mottled marks on the Vizima city wall.
There was no trace.
Most of the roofs in the city are steep and towering. Looking at the tall towers, one can't help but feel thin and thin. You can also vaguely see the traces of repairs on the buildings and city walls, with dark green moss clinging to the bottom.
Surrounded by lush grassland and the tributaries of the Pontal River that circle halfway around Vizima, the air seems a bit fresher.
Han Baiyi took a deep breath, and the sour and disgusting smell that was mixed with horse excrement, human feces, urine, rotten fruits, vegetables and fresh meat rushed directly from the city gate opposite the pontoon to Tianling Gai.
It made him retching in disgust.
I heard that high-heeled shoes were originally designed to prevent male aristocrats who like to go shopping from stepping in feces when wandering the streets. It turned out that these shoes were too flattering on the legs. Although it was not easy to step in feces, it was too easy.
Let the men mess with each other, and then they are promoted to be worn by women.
In the past, Han Baiyi thought that this rumor was a bit exaggerated, but now he kind of believes it.
The taste is too overpowering.
Of course, it may also be because his facial features are too strong.
Turning his head and looking to both sides, he saw that Harovich, the farmers, and the mercenaries in the caravan all had expressions of excitement as if they were smelling the sweet air of their hometown, and even their small steps were a little faster.
Han Baiyi suddenly had a very intuitive understanding of the term "difference of times".
While thinking, he seemed to smell a fragrant aroma hidden in the stench.
As soon as his senses produced this recognition, a sense of chill suddenly flashed through his brain - couldn't this be due to a change in self-perception due to overly sharp senses?!
Just as he was thinking this, he saw two city gate guards on the opposite side of the stone bridge blocking the vehicle at the front and stopping the caravan.
"stop!"
The leading guard swaggered up to the caravan, held down the carriage at the front with one hand, and blocked the entire caravan on the stone bridge.
He dropped the heavy hammer he was carrying behind him to the ground with a thud. The hammer's shaft was 1.5 meters long and its head was huge. It was obviously made of steel. It was estimated to weigh about a hundred kilograms.
The guard put it down as if he was holding a balloon.
The tall horse held under his hands was motionless and could not even lift its hooves.
"According to the order of the city manager, Viscount Philland, starting yesterday, Vizima entered a state of wartime martial law. All unofficial caravans entering the city must comply with wartime laws - 40% of profits are levied as taxes!"
"Shit!"
Harovich, who had been looking so flattering just now, suddenly changed his expression and cursed angrily. He strode out of the convoy and pointed at the guard's nose and cursed,
"You let that idiot Phil Rand come out!"
"You! Yes, that's you! Go over and tell him that this batch of red velvet was purchased by Count Puerto from thousands of miles south. Ask Philland if he dares to say such nonsense to me!"
Han Baiyi, who was lying in the carriage, was about to ask Harovich to get rid of this vulgar medieval plot when he heard a snap of his fingers from the carriage in front.
Han Baiyi turned his head, and a pale golden inverted triangle rune suddenly appeared in mid-air.
The energy fluctuations were so weak that even he didn't notice the other party's existence.
With just such a sound, the eyes of several guards who had just stopped in front of the convoy suddenly froze, and even Harovich, who was cursing, froze on the spot.
Several professionals, as well as a circle of farmers and mercenaries around them, fell into a strange silence.
Han Baiyi looked at the car in front of him.
A woman wearing a black hood and wrapped tightly got out of the car.
She turned around in the direction of Han Baiyi and slightly raised the brim of her hat in front of her forehead, revealing her long curly dark golden hair. Thick black eyeshadow was painted around her eyes, and her three-dimensional facial features had a slight sense of softness.
Her voice was charming with a hint of hoarseness.
"You're welcome."
"This is the fare."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the guards blocking the road with straight eyes, jumping towards both sides of the stone bridge, and jumped into the gentle river with a 'dong' sound. Several people wearing armors and holding sledgehammers instantly sank to the bottom.
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With a wave of energy, the woman stepped into the circle of light and disappeared.