"Miss, come on in!" The short fatty was startled and pulled down the curtain of the carriage. Then, his expression changed as he stared at Green and the others. He said sternly, "You guys …"
"Sir, we didn't see anything. Don't worry." An experienced wandering knight interrupted.
Then the short and fat man looked at Green and the others. Green and the others pretended to be confused for a while, but they all passed the test. Then, with a cold snort, they drove the convoy out of the city.
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, I will become an official sorcerer-apprentice when we arrive at Bajal City …" The little girl in the carriage muttered discontentedly, which was faintly heard by Glenn and the others. Grimm was a bit surprised. Was there a formal wizard who wanted to take this little girl as his apprentice?
That night, Grimm and the other four roaming knights sat around a campfire, drinking wine and eating dry rations. On the other side, the short fatty and the little girl sat around another campfire, eating the delicacies that had been prepared beforehand.
After half a day's contact and the missions that they would do together for more than 20 days, the five tough wandering knights had become familiar with each other. They began to laugh and brag.
The one who seemed to be the strongest among them was nicknamed Violent Bear. His shiny head was chewing on some dry food while he bragged about his adventures in the past. It was nothing more than some dark wizards and mutated monsters. As a wandering knight, his contact and imagination were limited to this. Another guy with a face full of murderous aura didn't like to talk. Up until now, he had only known that his nickname was Cobra. The remaining two were twin brothers, nicknamed Iron Hammer and Iron Axe. They were also talkative, chattering non-stop. It was as if they regretted not meeting Violent Bear earlier.
Grimm took a sip of the strong liquor that Violent Bear handed to him. He frowned and swallowed it. It was really exciting.
"Haha, Tyrant, you're so straightforward! This Tequila is a specialty of my hometown. It's so strong that anyone who smells it will get drunk. Hahaha … "Violent Bear laughed and took a bite of the jerky in his hand. After Grimm threw the unlucky man out with one hand to establish his dominance, the ferocious-looking Grimm was directly given the nickname of Tyrant by the others. Then, he became the leader of the five.
Grimm didn't say anything. Instead, he took another big gulp of liquor. At this moment, Grimm seemed to have completely abandoned the etiquette of a wizard. He was gulping down wine and eating like a glutton. If Lafite, Robinson, and the others saw this, their eyeballs would fall out.
Grimm, on the other hand, was thinking about something else.
The Dissimilation Spell was blessed by the heavens with its ability to disguise oneself. Not only did it require a Magus' appearance to change, but it also required sufficient "acting skills". From a certain point of view, Grimm's current disguise was also a form of training.
"Hey, hey, you guys …" Iron Axe began to ramble again. After eating and drinking, he would only talk about women. However, there was only one woman in the entire camp, and she was just a little girl. Of course, such a little girl was not of interest to the few wandering knights. They were only interested in the identity of this "wizard".
"Bastard, you don't want to live anymore. How dare you talk about a wizard?" Iron Hammer fiercely knocked on his brother's head and growled in a low voice. He didn't know that the little girl was not a wizard.
At this moment, Cobra stood up and left without saying anything. It seemed that he was going to practice martial arts, which was the only way for knights to improve their physique and killing ability. Violent Bear, Iron Hammer, and Iron Axe kept talking. If Robinson was here, he would definitely be able to have a good conversation with these three guys, but Grimm wasn't interested.
Suddenly, Grimm's eyes lit up. Maybe learning martial arts from these knights would help him develop his physique. With this thought in mind, Grimm directly walked towards Cobra …
For the next ten days, the convoy moved forward steadily without any disturbance. As the leader of the few wandering knights, Grimm really regarded himself as a wandering knight. He kept running back and forth, alerting the others of any possible danger. This made the other wandering knights sitting lazily in the van admire him. However, they didn't know that Grimm was training himself in this way.
This "warning" seemed to work. One day, Grimm, who was walking in front of the convoy, suddenly reached out his hand and signaled the convoy to stop.
"Tyrant boss, what's wrong?" Violent Bear shouted loudly. The short fatty at the back of the convoy also poked his head out of the carriage.
"Something's wrong ahead," Grimm said calmly. Grimm was like an experienced old knight who had lived on the edge of a knife for many years. He seemed to have seen this kind of situation many times, so he remained calm. There was a dense jungle in front of them. There were no cities nearby, so it was a good place for thieves to set up an ambush.
Iron Hammer and Violent Bear ran over. Iron Hammer frowned and said, "Based on past experience, there shouldn't be any bandit groups nearby. Boss, are you sure something's wrong ahead?"
Grimm nodded. Of course, he wouldn't tell them that he had sensed the group of people in front of them through his nose.
Soon, the group of bandits in the jungle came out on their own. There were fourteen of them in total, and they surrounded the convoy. Grimm and the others also picked up their weapons and glared fiercely at the group of bandits. However, both sides restrained themselves and didn't move.
The short fatty walked out with a fawning smile on his face. He held a small bag of silver coins in his hand and tossed it to the bandit leader, saying, "Take this money and treat us to a drink. Please do us a favor."
There was an unspoken rule between bandits and wandering knights. If a merchant didn't hire a wandering knight, then the bandits wouldn't hesitate to kill them all. However, if a merchant hired a wandering knight, and both sides killed each other and caused irreparable damage, they would usually let the merchant spend some money to avoid the disaster. After all, everyone was just trying to make a living, so there was no need to kill each other.
The bandit leader picked up the bag of money and looked at the wandering knights in the caravan. He shook his head and said, "If it was in the past, I would let you go. But unfortunately, today a lord has come and needs you to stay, so … "The bandit leader waved his hand with a grim smile, and more than ten bandits behind him rushed forward with strange smiles.
The short fatty was startled and panicked. He looked at the bandit leader in disbelief.
"F * ck! Do you really think we're just for show? I'm going to f * ck you little bastards to death! " Violent Bear roared and rushed forward with his axe. Cobra, Iron Axe and Iron Hammer's eyes were bloodshot in despair. Obviously, these bandits' "unruly behavior" had aroused their blood. They wanted to drag some of the bandits down with them even if they had to die.
Suddenly, following this bloody scene, both the bandits and the merchants instantly quietened down. They all looked at the giant sword that was dripping with blood in shock.
"Ah …"
With a shrill scream, the "shorter" bandit leader couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the broken sword in his hand and his body that had been cut in half at the waist. After a desperate scream, his upper body struggled to crawl backward with his hands. The ground was covered with blood and internal organs. It seemed that he was desperately trying to escape from the devil in front of him. The scene was extremely bloody.
Grimm was also stunned.
Just now, when Grimm saw the bandit leader rushing towards him, he instinctively waved his sword at him because he didn't know any martial arts. Seeing Grimm's naive attack, the bandit leader didn't care at all. He was even ready to counterattack after defending against the attack. He didn't know how many "rookies" like Grimm he had killed.
However, at the moment when the bandit chief blocked Glenn's greatsword, an incredible and astonishing force came from the greatsword. The bandit chief's eyes widened, and he only had time to show a look of horror for a moment. Then, with a bang, the greatsword in Glenn's hand directly cut the bandit chief's long saber in half, and then the remaining power did not diminish as it cut the bandit chief in half at the waist.
No one else knew what Grimm and the bandit leader were thinking. Whether it was the bandits or the caravan, all they saw was Grimm casually waving his sword, and the bandit leader was cut in half at the waist in the next moment.
"You … Damn, this … Boss Tyrant … this …" Violent Bear stammered, not knowing what to say. Baldy looked at the bandit leader who was "crawling" on the ground and even felt a trace of "sympathy" for him. He held the axe in his hand and didn't know whether he should chop the group of stunned bandits.
Iron Hammer, Iron Axe, and Cobra were ready to fight to the death. Who knew that there would be such a sudden turn of events? The huge difference was so huge that it made them collapse.
For a moment, Grimm didn't know what to do.
He wanted to fight with the bandits for a while longer. Anyway, he had the Dissimilation Sorcery. As long as he didn't lose his head, everything would be fine. It was a good opportunity to explore the potential of his physique. However, it seemed that his training these days had paid off. Grimm's strength had exceeded the level of a normal knight by too much. As a result, he "accidentally" ended up like this.
Grimm touched his nose and hesitated. He didn't know if he should continue to kill these bandits.
"A legendary knight! He's a legendary knight! "A bandit screamed and pointed at Grimm, his face full of fear. It seemed that this was the only explanation that could convince him why the bandit leader had been so easily killed by his sword.
Violent Bear, Cobra, Iron Axe, and Iron Hammer all looked at Grimm with reverence. Cobra, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a great legendary knight?"
A legendary knight was a human who had trained their flesh and blood to the limit. They could stimulate the power of their blood in battle. As long as they had this power, legendary knights would actively follow some wizards as their servants. After being transformed by the wizards, their power would increase again, and then they could embark on the path of a real knight.
Of course, this was just a hopeless dead end. At least in the Sorcerers World, the number of Legendary Knights who could reach the level of a Level-4 Sorcerer could be counted on two hands.
"Well … sort of."
Grimm admitted it. After all, they would be separated after arriving at Bajal City, and there was no chance for them to meet again. (The concepts of space and time are not on the same level as that of a knight. A wizard apprentice can live at least 200 years. As for a knight, it depends on the next meal …)
Hearing Glenn's admission, whether it was the bandits or the caravan, they all showed a shocked expression. Legendary Knights were even rarer and more precious than Wizards. It was also the ultimate goal that countless Knights fought for their entire lives.
"Heh heh heh heh, a legendary knight, that's great …" A vague and evil laugh came from behind the robber. As the figure appeared in everyone's sight, except for the robbers who had already lost hope because of Glenn's identity as a legendary knight, the rest of the people in the caravan exclaimed in disbelief, "A Dark Sorcerer!"
One of the biggest characteristics of a dark wizard was that they would always be surrounded by a gray aura of death. (Low-rank dark wizards, high-level dark wizards could suppress it with their mind power.) It seemed that this was because they had killed too many humans and absorbed some kind of mysterious energy from the dead humans. This mysterious energy seemed to be a kind of negative emotion, similar to the strange negative energy of crying, crying, despair, fear, and so on.
It was said that only the Holy Tower had the ability to completely hide this kind of negative energy. Therefore, the "dark wizards" cultivated by the Holy Tower were no longer dark wizards, but demon-hunters.
This dark Magus had a tender face, and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. However, no one had any other thoughts about him, only absolute fear! To the commoners of the Sorcerer Continent, dark wizards were synonymous with death.
"Wait!"
The girl suddenly ran out of the carriage. She was holding a strange black sign in her hand. She didn't know what it was, but when the Dark Wizard saw the sign, he was stunned for a moment.
On the other side, Grimm was also stunned.
The reason why Grimm was stunned was because this dark wizard … seemed … too weak?
Even his 30 points of mind power could not detect him, and he did not even realize that he was a sorcerer's apprentice! What was wrong with the Sorcerer World? How could such a weak dark wizard walk around the Sorcerer Continent?
Grimm looked at the Black Sorcerer who popped out of nowhere as if he was looking at a rare species.
Perhaps it was better to preserve this precious experimental specimen in its entirety? (Using a dark wizard as an experimental specimen, I wonder if other dark wizards would dare to take revenge?) Or should he chop off his head and give it to his mentor as part of the mission?
After all, this was a legendary dark wizard …
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