Hyperion let out a long yawn, and when he straightened up, he felt a throbbing pain, which made his back hunched down again. He whipped the horses in front of him a little irritably, and let the two old horses pulling the cart
Walked a little faster.
However, this heavy-duty carriage loaded with goods cannot move very fast. As for adding the "Feather Falling Technique" to the carriage, it is a very expensive expense. It would be great if he is willing to put some oil on the axles. Is it possible that he can still hope to be like the legendary one?
Are you like the "relief saint" of the church, driving a flying reindeer cart to deliver gifts everywhere?
Hyperion no longer takes bedtime stories seriously as a child. He came to the New World at the age of sixteen, worked as a dock worker, joined a gang, and did smuggling. He originally planned to marry a tavern girl and have children. Who would have expected that he would marry a tavern girl and have children.
The newly appointed governor launched a large-scale rectification campaign, and many tavern girls were imprisoned as models of corrupt social morals.
The young and passionate Hyperion actually found a group of gang members and tried to rob the prison, but it turned out that the people who were imprisoned because of the rectification movement were sold by the governor to the newly developed autonomous territory.
The impulsive Hyperion gave up the opportunity to make a living in a big town and went deep into the interior in pursuit. When he found the tavern girl, she was already married.
Seeing the hands that were chapped due to hard work, the dirty long hair that no longer had the luster, the bruises on the corners of the mouth left by being beaten by her alcoholic husband, and the numb eyes that no longer had any hope for life, Hyperion's dream of living and working in peace and contentment in the New World
Completely broken.
In the years that followed, there was no passion at all. Hyperion relied on his last savings to buy a set of rudimentary equipment, and then went to work as a mercenary for the Imperial Legion to fight against the savage and bloody natives. Wild spirit monsters,
The elusive poisonous arrow shooter, the deadly ooze hidden underground... In short, it was an environment that was not only fatal, but also a training environment.
Unlike his other comrades, Hyperion did not spend his mercenary salary on military women and alcohol, which was unique among the precarious mercenaries.
After working as a mercenary for several years, his comrades around him were like grass in the field, burned one crop after another. Hyperion changed his face and became a merchant with the army.
The merchants who accompany the army are all doing small businesses, from selling sausage pies and sweet fruit tea, improving the soldiers' food, to selling popular hemp nuts, refreshing water, and apparently contraband, but everyone knows it privately.
Du Ming's enchanted equipment - after all, it only relies on the bits of scrap metal distributed by the Imperial Legion. On the battlefield where magic is flying and monsters roar, ordinary metal plate armor is like iron skin covering human flesh. Even the legionary infantry laugh at themselves.
"can".
Now that Hyperion has developed into a small caravan with five heavy-duty carriages, he can meet the food and drink expenses of ordinary soldiers in the legion. Sometimes he even contracts part of the army's food, and he can be regarded as a supernumerary quartermaster.
However, going higher up is beyond what Hyperion can do. The people with the highest status in the legion that he usually comes into contact with are nothing more than some middle and low-level officers, as well as battle mages who have no hope or willingness to be promoted. Those who are involved in large quantities of magic items
Don't even think about buying and selling. Even those enchanted equipment are second-hand goods obtained by Hyperion from various channels.
The Great Londinium Empire once promoted that the New World was a paradise where one could achieve a prosperous life and high status through one's own efforts. However, it was only when they set foot on the New World that they realized that this was not the case at all.
The middle-aged Hyperion looked at the endless wilderness, feeling a little tired for some reason, and thought to himself: "Maybe after finishing this job, you really should settle down? The Legion and the Grand Alliance have ceased war, and
There are no big battles to be fought, and the Chamber of Commerce Alliance has firmly occupied all the opportunities and ways to make money. I am saving now and it will be enough to live a stable second half of my life..."
Thinking of this, Hyperion somehow remembered the tavern girl he had met decades ago. He had killed her husband and worked directly next to the body. Murder and rape were not known to the Dominion in the New World every day.
In many cases, except for a little bit of control in big towns, remote villages are basically a land without people.
Today's Hyperion is not interested in starting a family, but it can buy a female slave. Anyway, the Fire Dance City ahead happens to be the main slave trading center in the interior.
"Even indigenous slaves are so expensive these days. The Eastern Empire Chamber of Commerce actually has some kind of physical classification. The price of female slaves keeps rising. Is this a slave or a princess? No wonder the tavern girls are called princesses these days."
When Hyperion was bored, he raised his eyes and saw two figures among the wind-blown weeds in the distance. Their movements were small but very fast, and they arrived in front of Hyperion's motorcade in the blink of an eye.
"Good day, gentlemen. Do you need anything?" Hyperion did not give up any opportunity to make money.
I saw the strong man wearing heavy armor and carrying a big backpack sniffing around, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights. There was also a little black cat popping out of the big backpack to take a curious look.
"Doctor Olenso, can you smell it? It's the aroma of meat sausage!" said the strong man.
The handsome "Doctor Olenso" on the side glanced at the convoy and asked: "Do you also sell food on the way?"
"Ha! This is a mobile dining car that can light a fire for cooking at any time!" Hyperion called to the back. The man sitting on the edge jumped to the ground, loosened the cable and pulled it. The carriage that looked like a small shack actually
The eaves-like structure unfolded outwards, revealing a small kitchen inside.
Strings of tied sausages and air-dried meats were hung on the roof, marinated chicken and fish were stuffed in the corners, large pieces of cheese were stacked on the wall, and flat pans were placed on the two small charcoal stoves, which were full of oil stains. As for the rest
Seasonings and tools are all available.
When Xuan Weizi saw such a mobile food truck, he lamented that ordinary people in this world also have great wisdom in making a living. Wolf beside him had already started "ordering" food, although in this kind of food truck, only ordinary food could be eaten.
The guys moved very quickly and served Wolf a plate of sausage and beet pie in just a few seconds. Wolf was a complete mess while Rosalind sniffed it, then looked like she was vomiting and jumped back into her backpack.
.
"Sir, don't you want to eat something?" Hyperion asked.
Xuan Weizi paid the bill smoothly and said: "I'm not hungry yet... Are you going to Huowu City?"
"Yes, sir, are you on the same journey?" Hyperion said with an apologetic smile.
Xuan Weizi nodded, looked in the direction of Huowu City, and said: "I was invited to watch the ceremony. Hahaha, after all, the Imperial Legion is returning in triumph."
Hyperion had a smile on his face, but he didn't think so at all. Xuan Weizi asked again: "Boss, are you from the front line? I have been practicing medicine in the countryside before, but I am a little curious about the battle situation on the front line!"
"To tell you the truth, sir, I used to be a mercenary." Hyperion opened his coat and was wearing a piece of chain mail underneath.
Xuan Weizi raised his eyebrows, and Hyperion lowered his voice and said: "Don't look at the imperial army always boasting about winning consecutive battles and beheading thousands. In fact, the situation is not like that at all! The strength of the indigenous alliance today is not at all the barbarism of the early colonial period.
The tribes are comparable. Take the recent battle that broke out in the river valley. The indigenous alliance lured the enemy deep into the area, and a team of 500 people from the Imperial Legion was almost completely annihilated!"
"I remember that the 500-man team of the Imperial Legion would have at least several mid-level mages to assist them, and they didn't even do pre-prophecy detection?" Xuan Weizi felt a little strange, because in this world, due to the rapid speed of arcane magic
development, military tactics also evolved in a strange direction.
Tactics such as large-scale phalanxes in rows and heavy cavalry group charges have become fragile under the powerful range of arcane spells. The rapid cultivation of arcane knights and battle mages, as well as communication spells
The popularization and application of military force has made the military structure tend to be organized in a small-scale and highly mobile form. The 500-man team is already a "large-scale" lineup.
Not to mention that in this world, combat has gradually tended to be "professional". Civilians are recruited as soldiers. With just that basic training, they are not even considered low-level warriors. Being cannon fodder does not have the morale to charge into the fireball.
, it may also waste food and increase logistical pressure.
As for the 500-man team of the Imperial Legion, I dare not say that each one holds an enchanted weapon, but they are definitely professional soldiers who are proficient in tactics, and are similar to the Arcane Guards. They have battle mages and arcane knights to provide cover, and maybe there are also
As the main force and commander, how could the High Mage be easily annihilated?
"I heard that a totem master from the major alliance took action. The soldiers who escaped said that the battle took place in the evening. At that time, half of the mountain came to life and turned into a super giant earth element. In one breath, it
He trampled hundreds of soldiers into a pulp. When he came back, he couldn't even eat any meat. He was so hungry that he was skin and bones for a few days. He must have been frightened." Hyperion said it with style, as if he was there in person.
battlefield.
Xuan Weizi was a little confused and asked: "Totem master? Is this a new profession?"
"Don't you know, sir? It was mentioned in the "Spellcaster's Guide" issued by the Magic Council. I don't know the details. It seems that it can combine several totems to become some kind of powerful fey life."
Hyperion touched his arms, then turned around and looked around. He pulled out a oil-stained pamphlet from the crack of the carriage and handed it to Xuan Weizi.
Xuan Weizi took the "Spellcaster's Guide", and there was a description of "Third Edition" printed on the corner. It can be seen that it is a popular publication that is constantly being revised, and even caravan bosses have it.
Xuan Weizi browsed through it casually. Among the articles about indigenous spellcasters, the profession of totem masters was indeed mentioned. However, the explanation below was mainly speculation. The mention of the emergence of totem masters may be related to the annexation of many tribes by the indigenous alliance.
"Is this the reason why the Wind Jackal Tribe is trying to fuse Sandori with the totem giant spirit?"
The method of djinn fusion is just to control the totem djinn in turn and transform itself into a fey life.
You must know that different types of life are not only different in the specific life characteristics of the body, but also have essential differences at the soul level. Totem masters can transform themselves into fey life, which means that the soul itself has also changed.
"So, there are people in this world who have figured out a method similar to 'refining souls and cultivating gods', and summoning an earth element as large as a small mountain at once, which proves that my previous assumptions were correct." Xuan Weizi thought secretly.
, returned the pamphlet to Hyperion.
"Is Sir also a spell caster?" Hyperion suddenly asked.
"How did the boss figure it out?" Xuan Weizi acquiesced.
"Temperament." Hyperion replied: "Traveling around for so many years, I have met a lot of people, and I have developed a good pair of eyes."
In fact, Hyperion is a little unsure, because he usually doesn't have to guess at all. These days, most mages are covered in magic items. He is already a middle-level warrior and can sense magic fluctuations to some extent, but there are some sayings that have always been circulated among businessmen -
Some powerful advanced spellcasters often like to hide their true abilities and blend in with ordinary people.
What if the "Doctor Olenso" in front of me is such a person? As a businessman, Hyperion's youthful momentum has long been exhausted, and he knows how to deal with things diplomatically and try not to offend others - because he is not willful
Capital.
"Just a low-class country spell caster." Xuan Weizi said: "The boss is going to Huowu City? How about we go with him? This is my first time coming back to such a big city. Country people don't understand the rules, so they might have to fight with the boss.
Ask for advice, ask for advice.”
Hyperion's face was filled with fear, but he was a little excited in his heart: "What the hell! Do I want to call you Doctor Olenso?"
"It's whatever you want." Xuan Weizi saw that Wolf had finished eating, and Hyperion asked the guys to tie up the carriage again.
Xuan Weizi and Hyperion were talking and laughing, and the caravan slowly moved towards Huowu City. As the saying goes, Wangshan is a dead horse. By the time they arrived at Huowu City, it was already dusk.
Looking around, you can see a majestic city standing on the ground in front of you. The city wall is four or five stories high. There is no gap in the masonry on the surface. The whole body exudes a magical aura and has been blessed by magic. Colorful flags are flying on the battlements.
, as if to welcome the guests, but the heavy ballistae slightly protruding from it conceals murderous intent.
Xuan Weizi casually counted, and there were more than thirty heavy ballistae facing his side of the city wall. He activated the Sky Eye sensor observation, and found that these heavy ballistae were actually structures! They might not be able to fire.
It is a magic crossbow that can also be automatically wound and loaded. It is a completely automated anti-aircraft weapon. Even if it can fly in the sky, it may not be able to withstand a salvo of these heavy crossbows!
Of course, compared to these, the most conspicuous thing about Huowu City is the communication crystal tower that is comparable to the skyscrapers on the earth. The top of this communication crystal tower is no longer a gem, but a constantly rotating theodolite, with flowing light all over.
Overflowing with color, arcane energy is flowing crazily, demonstrating its absolute strength that cannot be violated.