We all know.
Medanzo's armour and weapons gleamed in the sunlight. He rode his horse to the square in front of the shrine. Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him, and there was a commotion among the crowd. Mayor Tich parted the crowd and came to greet him. He bowed politely, "Are you here to help us rescue Princess Sissila?"
Medanzo dismounted and bowed back, "My name is Medanzo. I live in the king's city. I'm a fourth-level warrior. I love to travel around the continent, and I yearn to be a hero in the legends. I've heard that you're recruiting warriors in town, so I've come to offer my services. "
The prostitutes in the town also squeezed into the crowd to watch the fun. A few gorgeously dressed girls proudly said to the people next to them, "Look, that handsome hero! We accompanied him last night!"
Medanzo was dressed like a supreme warrior, but he introduced himself as a fourth-level warrior, which was disappointing. But Tich was still happy. One more person meant more power. The better the weapon, the stronger the fighting power. He was a fifth-level warrior himself, the only middle-grade warrior in town. Now there was another Medanzo.
Mayor Tich took the reins himself and said, "I, the town, the city, and the whole kingdom would like to thank you. Is this warrior with you? "As he spoke, he did not forget Amon, who was walking behind Medanzo with another horse.
Medanzo paused and said, "He, he's my friend, a fifth-level warrior. He's a modest man, and he's here to rescue Princess Sissila."
If he had not introduced himself in this way, people might have mistaken Amon as his servant. Knights usually brought more than one horse with them when they traveled across the continent. Amon, who was holding the horse with a branch, looked very much like a servant. Medanzo's armor was bright, and his servant was not shabby either. He was wearing soft leather boots and a beautiful fur coat. It was Medanzo's idea to let Amon pretend to be a servant, but he did not say that Amon was his servant. He changed his mind and said that Amon was his friend.
Tich was overjoyed to see a fifth-level warrior. He greeted Amon, "You look like a noble hermit. Thank you for your help. The town and the city of Kish will reward you handsomely. Please take a rest in the shrine. My clerk will explain the details of the operation. The horses will be taken care of. "
Seeing that Medanzo had changed his mind, Amon smiled and did not say anything. He followed Medanzo into the shrine of Marduc in Arcade. The clerk arranged for them to have a good rest and eat their fill. They would leave in the evening, but the recruitment was still going on in the square outside.
Amon was sitting in the lounge of the shrine, drinking broth and eating flatbread, chewing slowly while listening to the town clerk, Dirk, introducing the action plan. Deco and Medanzo were both advanced warriors, so they were particularly respected and valued in the crowd. The clerk was basically introducing the operation to them. Amon was about to interrupt and ask something, but when he looked up, he was stunned. He saw an "acquaintance" — not really an acquaintance, but a god he had been familiar with since he was a child.
The main god of the shrine was, of course, Marduc. One of the walls of the side hall was engraved with many reliefs of the gods. One of the goddesses was the former patron of Duc, Mourrin. There was a shrine dedicated to Mourin in the town of Duc. Amon had long been familiar with her statue, but after the devastating disaster, he did not want to think too much about it.
But when he saw the reliefs of Mourin, he suddenly understood why Yoon Namna looked so familiar. It turned out that she looked exactly like Mourin. It was hard to associate a solemn and dignified statue with a lively girl, but her face and figure really looked like Mourin.
Amon was going to save Yoon Namna. He suddenly realized something. Then he wondered why Princess Sissila of Bablon looked so much like Mourin. Was it a coincidence? The royal family of Bablon claimed to be the descendants of the gods in the human world, so Mourin could also be the ancestor of Princess Sissila.
… …
While Amon was staring at the statue in a daze, another group of five people came to the square in front of the shrine. They were led by a mage with a staff, followed by a young mage and three armed warriors.
Before they could get close, Mayor Tich had already parted the crowd and greeted them, "Dear esteemed mages, please forgive me for my rudeness. I didn't know that you were coming to our town. Did you hear about what happened in the town and come to help? "
They were just a group of passers-by who didn't know that there were mages among them. The middle-aged man who led the group nodded slightly and said, "You're the mayor of this town? I'm Gekait, a sixth-level mage from the capital. This is my student, a third-level mage, Elliot. These three are my companions, advanced warriors. I heard that Princess Sissila is in danger and the mayor is recruiting warriors to rescue her. It's only right that we do our best to help. "
As Gekait spoke, he took out a special nameplate. Although there was no name on it, it was enough to prove his identity. It was the symbol of a teacher in the Academy of Magic, and it was also the proof of entry to many places in the Academy of Magic.
Mayor Tich was so happy that he almost jumped up. Yesterday, he thought that he was the unluckiest person in the world. How could such a disaster happen to him? But this afternoon, he almost thought that he was the luckiest person in the world. Only when he put up a recruitment notice did he realize that there were many hidden talents in Arcade. Two mages and five advanced warriors had come to the town.
Originally, there was only one advanced warrior in the town, one third-level mage and one first-level mage in the shrine. The whole town only had a little more than twenty low-level warriors. This afternoon's recruitment had greatly increased the strength of their team, especially the distinguished Lord Gekait. He was the teacher of the Academy of Magic in the capital. His status was completely different from that of ordinary mages.
A sixth-level mage could already perform advanced magic and was only one step away from becoming a supreme mage. According to Gekait's self-introduction, he had heard about Gilgamesh and Enkidu killing Humbaba in the capital. Therefore, he had brought his students and a few friends to the battlefield of the Euphrate River to visit the ruins of that great battle. The mage wasn't lying. That was what they were here for. They just happened to pass by the town of Arcade.
… …
At sunset, a strange caravan set off from the town of Arcade. The caravan was loaded with all kinds of supplies, as if it was a long-distance migration. The coachman and the guards of the caravan were all warriors, armed with all kinds of weapons. Camels and horses followed behind the caravan. The caravan moved quickly. Everyone looked serious. Some of the warriors even looked excited.
Normally, such a large number of supplies should be transported in carriages with wide bodies. However, most of the carriages in this caravan were light and sturdy, and could only be pulled by one horse. So there were many of them. There were also a few very light carriages in the caravan, which could travel very fast with the best horses. Along the way, a carriage was left behind and guarded by someone.
This was Mayor Tich's way of thinking. If the princess got into conflict with the giants' tribe after rescuing her, he had to escort her to safety as soon as possible. Knights could change horses, but the princess had to take carriages. If she was injured, she would have to be treated in a carriage. Changing carriages along the way would ensure the fastest speed. Therefore, all the carriages had to be prepared in advance.
Amon observed everything in silence. He admired Mayor Tich. Such an emergency was like the collapse of the sky for the mayor. Tich? However, Zhou Peng handled the situation as well as he could under the current circumstances.
Among the "important figures" in this caravan, the most mysterious and precious ones were Gekait and his companions. The most powerful and eye-catching one was Medanzo, and the most low-key one was Amon. What about Tich? Zhou Peng was worried and nervous, but also excited and impulsive. He didn't know who Princess Sissila was, but he was fascinated by the beautiful and enchanting girl. He even wanted to pursue her.
After knowing that she was Princess Sissila, he had cut off all possibilities of getting close to her. But now, an opportunity presented itself. If he could rescue Princess Sissila with such a caravan, he might be able to win the princess's heart. It was a heroic achievement. Although he was not stupid enough to fight with Gilgamesh for a fiancée, nor did he have any delusions, obtaining the favor and praise of the princess was in itself a supreme honor, not to mention the rewards from the city-state and the capital.
In fact, many warriors in the caravan shared the same thought. They were worried but also excited. At this moment, they were imagining themselves as Enkidu who was going to kill Humbaba.
Amon and Medanzo had two good horses. Although the horses used to pull carriages were different from those used to ride in battle, they were more than enough to handle the situation. Mayor Tich gave them another horse to take turns on the road, so that one of the horses would be resting while the two of them were riding. Humans could travel through the night, but beasts could not. The whole caravan had to be in top condition.
Amon also noticed that among the group led by Gekait, there was a young man with a very special status. He was obviously more distinguished than the rest of the group. Although he was just a follower, the other four were very respectful towards him. Their expressions were unconsciously careful. Whether it was changing horses or drinking water, they would first take care of this young man.
The young man called himself Euledo, a noble warrior in the king's city. It seemed that his identity was not simple. When Amon noticed this, he secretly reminded Medanzo. In fact, Euledo's identity was the same. If Medanzo did not change his mind and asked him to pretend to be a follower, he could easily be exposed. It was just a matter of time before anyone noticed it.
The caravan set off that night. They stopped for a short rest in the early morning. After eating and drinking, they continued their journey. As they moved forward, Amon finally understood why most of the caravans were using light narrow carriages. The road was rough after entering the mountains. Only these carriages could barely pass through. Sometimes, they even needed the help of warriors to push them through the dangerous sections.
At noon, when the sun was at its warmest, the caravan rested for a while. By now, they had entered deep into the mountains. It was a valley between steep peaks. As they went deeper, they climbed higher and higher. The surrounding peaks were like behemoths, giving off an indescribable sense of oppression. The atmosphere gradually became tense. No one spoke a word. They held their weapons and stayed vigilant.
The weather in the Syah Plateau was much colder than in the Euphrate Valley. The higher they went, the colder the wind became. The warriors could not help but wrap their clothes tightly around themselves. Most of the barbarians living here were tall and stronger than ordinary people. They communicated with the outside world. Many highlanders were even recruited as mercenaries by nearby kingdoms. Gabriel had been ambushed by Governor Schmul's guards in Syah. Among them were two highlanders who had received special training in martial arts.
Not everyone in the Highland Giant Tribe was a giant, just like how the dwarves in Link's tribe weren't dwarves either. However, the especially tall and strong ones were indeed like giants. The Kingdom of Assyr, to the north of the plateau, even had a special battle formation for the giants. They recruited and selected such people for special training. There were not many of them, but they were absolute elites.
Many years ago, some of them were scattered in the chaos of war and fled back to their tribes deep in the mountains. They taught the body arts they had learned to their people. Therefore, the powerful highlanders also had warriors who practiced body arts. Coupled with their natural strength, they were not easy to deal with.
Princess Sissila's guards were not weak. But she was only here to play, not to fight. It was impossible for her to bring a supreme mage with her. She had two advanced mages and a seventh-level supreme warrior, the one who had rushed out of the encirclement with injuries. The other eight were also advanced warriors. But the soldiers of the highlanders could use bows and swords, which were powerful and long-range. It was dangerous for the mages to be surrounded.
Not all highlanders were well-trained. Only a few of them were skilled in body arts. Most of them could use bows and arrows, but they generally did not cooperate as well as they did in battle formations. But this time, the situation was very special. It was a joint operation of several of the most powerful highlanders in the vicinity, which was a little strange.
Don't fight with them with brute force. Don't be in a position where you can be shot from several directions. Pay attention to the terrain and don't be forced into a dead end. Then, Tich explained what had happened in detail to them, and made various plans to deal with the situation. However, nothing else happened along the way. They didn't even see a single highland giant.
One afternoon, the caravan climbed a steep mountain road with difficulty and arrived at an open area on the plateau. Finally, they saw the people who had come to greet them. They were a group of tall men. Almost every one of them was about the same size as Enkidu. They were holding clubs, hammers, iron forks, and other heavy weapons in their hands. They were dressed in messy clothes made of animal hide. When they saw the caravan going up the mountain, they actually let out a cacophony of cheers. They looked very happy.
Tichen? Zhou and Medanzo got off their horses. Together with Amon, they guarded the mayor. Gekait, the sixth-level mage, followed behind Tichen. They maintained a very cautious formation, while the others stayed near the caravan.
Tichen? Zhou shouted, "Are you the tribe that besieged the princess? I've brought everything I want. Who's the leader? Tell him to come out and talk to me. "
The group of people who came to greet them had a stiff accent. They shouted in a low, muffled voice, "We're all leaders. It's good that you've brought everything. Give it to us."
Tichen? Zhou shook her head, "Even if it's a kidnapping, there's no need to ransom someone like this. This is your territory. I've come a long way to deliver everything. I've shown my sincerity. You have to at least let me see the princess and know that she's safe before I hand over the things. "
"The princess?", "He wants to see the princess?", "No, he wants to negotiate.", "Aren't we ready to negotiate?" "Oh, then let's negotiate." The highlanders whispered to each other for a long time. Zhou shouted, "A kidnapping needs to be negotiated, right? We all know … Come on, the tents are ready in front. "
Not only Amon, who had never seen such a scene before, but even Tichen, who had dealt with the highlanders before, was puzzled. Could it be that they had other tricks up their sleeves? Since the highlanders were already here, they might as well go and have a talk. The young man named Uledo wanted to go with them, but both Gekait and Tichen asked him to guard the caravan.
On the way, Tichen assigned tasks to the highlanders. The young man named Uledo was responsible for escorting the princess out of the city as soon as possible. Two advanced warriors and a mage would accompany him, while the heavily armed Medanzo and the others would cover them from behind. The mayor must have noticed that Uledo's status was even higher than Gekait's.
Not far from them, there was a large and magnificent tent in an open space outside the woods. It was made of the skin of a snow leopard, which was very expensive on the plains. It was very beautiful. Even wild beasts would not dare to approach such a tent from afar. But upon closer inspection, the tent looked very rough and messy.
There were already tables and stools in the tent. They were made of logs, sturdy but heavy. A short man came to them and bowed, "Are you the mayor of Arcade? My name is Ussir, and I'm the representative of the allied tribes. May I ask if you've delivered the things we asked for? "
This man was eloquent, unlike the other highlanders who were all brawn and no brains. He was not short, about the same height as Tichen, but he looked like a dwarf standing in the middle of a group of tall tribesmen. Ussir had a round head, round eyes and a round nose. When he was not smiling, he was always smiling, which made him look very funny.
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