"Why are we following them?"
Fra noticed that something was off. She opened her eyes and was surprised by the scene. Suddenly, the thief swung his scimitar at her again. * DANG * The blade hit the front of the sword.
"Thief! Kill them! "
'This man is not strong, but his soul is strong. He's fighting against the short rod all the time, 'Angele speculated. "A mortal with a divine device?"
One of the bandits screamed as he was kicked to the ground. He hit the wheels of Angele's cart. The man's eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in blood. "Damn it!" he cursed. He suddenly noticed Fra and Angele sitting on the driver's seat.
Fra looked at the delicacies on the table and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
* PA *
They were all looking at the man with green eyes on the back of the horse.
The man with green eyes lay down again, but he was still holding the short black rod tightly. "You can't defeat me …" he muttered in a low voice. More cracks appeared on the surface of the short black rod in his hand.
Luckily, the man did not see his face that night.
Angele observed for a while and was about to stop. Suddenly, he looked at the forest on the right.
"Ahhh!!" She screamed as she closed her eyes and stabbed at the thief with her sword.
"I'll do it!" In the largest carriage, the dispirited mercenary, Heli, jumped out of the carriage and rushed over with a silver straight knife in his hand.
Angele had a feeling that the green-eyed man knew how to control the short stick, but his soul was too weak. That was the reason why he was having a hard time fighting with the man.
He parked the carriage he bought at the back of the caravan and slowly followed the caravan. He did not care about the destination at all.
Five days later …
Fra was surprised, she had no idea what was going on.
"Work hard and earn enough money. You'll be able to have a good meal sooner or later," Angele spoke with a smile on his face. He ignored Fra's eye roll and shifted his gaze to the right side of the caravan, to a skinny horse near the forest.
Under the golden sunlight, a group of people wearing black cloaks and red leather pants with silver scimitars in their hands approached the caravan without making a sound. There were about ten people in the group.
"Who's there?!"
"Thank you!!" Angele put his hands on Fra's shoulders and felt touched. "Thanks to you, Fra, I would've died here! Thank you for saving me! "
The middle-aged man called Heli and the man who was more beautiful than a woman were sitting side by side. In front of them were all kinds of dishes, fruit plates, and pastries. There was even a roast goose in the middle of the table.
"Young man, don't bother with him. This guy is a madman. When he goes crazy, he'll dance and shout." An old woman on the wooden board reminded him in a low voice.
The green-eyed man raised his short stick and was about to meet the enemy when he suddenly lowered his head and coughed violently. Blood actually flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His entire body tilted and he fell from the back of the horse with a bang. He curled up his body with an expression of unbearable pain.
Angele was sitting beside her with a whip in his hand. He leaned against the frame of the carriage in a relaxed manner. Hearing Fra's question, he exhaled lazily.
Angele, who was already far away, suddenly turned his head around and stared at the green-eyed man.
Recalling this incident, Fra felt an inexplicable anger rise in her heart. He glanced at Angele out of the corner of his eyes.
A green whirlpool slowly appeared in the man's dark green eyes. The whirlpool was extremely well hidden, and unless one was extremely close, it would be impossible to discover it.
"Ember, I finally found you again." The black-cloaked man at the very front opened his mouth, and his voice was actually that of a woman's. "I won't let you escape this time!"
His whole body was like a silver fish, nimbly dodging several incoming scimitars. He turned his body and smoothly slit the throats of two thieves. Just as he was about to continue killing the other thieves, he was immediately stopped by a black scimitar. It was the bandit leader with the weird voice.
The sawblade stabbed into the thief's chest, but it was deflected by the red leather armor.
"Die!" He slashed at Fra.
The two of them clashed their scimitars and circled around the tree. The guards and the thieves all moved away from the two. One of the thieves was too slow to dodge, and half of his head was cut off by the bandit leader.
Fra was stupefied. She looked at the Thief on the ground, then at the sawblade in her hand.
"Don't be afraid! I'll protect you! " Fra's face was pale, and her body was shaking. However, she stood in front of Angele to protect him.
'This man is hiding his true power … 'Angele had an idea. 'No, he's not hiding his power.' His sight fell upon the short black rod in the green-eyed man's hand.
The thief's eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground.
"You …" Fra was speechless. She raised her head and looked at the front.
The red leather armor could not withstand the silver scimitar at all. It was as thin as a piece of paper. All the guards retreated to the caravan.
Angele lowered his head and noticed the short black rod in the green-eyed man's hand. The rod was about the length of an arm and was as thick as two fingers. The surface of the rod was covered with scratches, and it looked like a poker.
The guards and the black-cloaked guards were soon engaged in a fierce battle. Amidst the clanking sounds of weapons colliding, these well-trained guards, who were like an army, were actually continuously beaten back by the bandits.
"Didn't you say you were going to the Snow Cypress City?" Fra's eyes were wide open.
Fra's face turned green. She didn't dare to take a bite of her spiced potato soup. She could only gnaw on the dry muffin until she finished it. Only then did she find a chance to throw it away.
* BAM *
The sawblade was deflected by the counterforce, and the handle of the sword hit the bandit's forehead. * BAM *
* BAM *
The noblewoman was talking to Heli and Fra with a smile on her face. She would put a piece of cake into her mouth from time to time, and it seemed like the noblewoman's behavior did not affect her elegance at all.
There was a large white carriage in front of them, and they could see the inside of the carriage through the window.
The bandit's scimitar sank into the wooden frame of the carriage, and he could not take it off immediately.
Fra questioned angrily as she sat in front of the carriage. Fra wanted to make fun of Angele several days ago, so she put several green flies' meat sauce in her potato soup. However, Angele said that he wanted to eat her soup, and they exchanged it for their potato soup.
Angele smiled, but he did not say anything. He jumped off the carriage. "Alright, I'll head to the front. My carriage is on the right side of the third last carriage. "
"I really want to eat it …"
* AH *
In this tug-of-war, the man's soul itself began to slowly turn black, from light blue to pitch-black.
Fine beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead, and his face became increasingly pale. "No one can defeat me … No one!" It sounded like he was moaning, but it also sounded like he was trying to convince himself. He was holding the black rod tighter and tighter.
On the other side of the table, there was a well-dressed woman in a black outfit. She had a beautiful face and her long black hair was tied up in a bun. There was a silver ring on her forehead.
Angele did not respond to the man's question. He could feel that the man's eyes were filled with a strong power. However, the power was not related to offense or defense. It felt like the man's eyes were filled with a large amount of dense fog that could not be used to attack.
Silver crescent moons flashed in the eyes of all the black cloaks as soon as the man finished speaking. They increased their speed and charged at the man with green eyes.
"You're strange …" Angele chuckled, blue light flashed in front of his eyes. The man's body was in a critical condition, and he could die at any second. "I think you're dying, but I think you'll live for a long time."
"It's the first time I saw a man that's prettier than a woman, so I decided to follow him and observe him for a while."
"Young man …" The man's voice was hoarse, and he stared at Angele. "I can see you with my eyes, but you look exactly the same …"
Fra's body was stiff and she did not have enough time to react. She was startled by the man's movement and became energetic again. She held the saw sword tightly and tried to stab forward.
The horse was thin and black, looking weak and powerless. The person riding on the horse was the man with the green smoke. He was dressed in gray clothes and had a pale face. His whole body swayed as the horse moved forward, as if he was going to fall off at any time.
Angele noticed that the man with green eyes and the 'girl' were coming for Heli.
He glanced at Heli, the man who lost his memory was still struggling and he was not paying attention to Angele.
The thin horse was scared and it neighed loudly.
A young man who was not far from Heli added, "He lost his mind last night. His head kept hitting the wooden planks and he almost died. Luckily, my friends and I helped him or his head would've been smashed. "
"I suddenly decided to go to Truffle City. It's better for me," Angele responded calmly.
Heli stopped thinking and looked at Angele. He opened his mouth and wanted to stop Angele, but he did not say anything.
For some reason, Angele had a feeling that the stick was extremely dangerous. Unlike Bang Zi, this green-eyed man's body was so weak that it was worse than a child's. It was as if he could die at any time, or if a strong gust of wind blew him over.
'There must be something wrong with that short stick …' Angele could feel the terrifying power contained in the short stick. It felt like the stick was a bottomless abyss and he could not see the bottom of the dark power. Even though Angele had recovered his strength, he still felt like he was looking at an endless black ocean when he looked at the short stick.
"Is the hero's soul protecting me?" She muttered. She had been practicing the sword skills for a long time, but she was too nervous and she could not use any of her skills. The enemy fainted on his own.
Angele was sitting on the carriage with a shocked expression on his face. He glanced at the handsome man who just got off the carriage. The man's strength was more than enough to kill all the bandits, but he didn't seem to be doing anything. He was just standing on the side and watching with a cold smile on his face.
Angele returned to the carriage. On the third day, the caravan encountered another private caravan. Heli wanted to leave the caravan and the beautiful man who looked like a young girl was with him. Strangely, the man with green eyes left the caravan with Heli. He somehow convinced the leader of the private caravan to let him join the caravan.
The guards of the caravan noticed the intruders and drew their swords. More than ten guards in red leather armor split into two groups, one of them was fighting the intruders and the other was protecting the caravan.
Angele had a feeling that Heli was an important person and the ancestor's bloodline in Heli's body was attractive to him. He brought Fra with him and joined the private caravan.
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