At dusk, they pitched a camp beside a river. Han Jin had never been here before, but he was familiar with the name of the river. It was the Cui River, the place where he washed off the filth on his body for the first time since he came to this world. But now, they were at the downstream of the river. Dozens of miles up along the Cui River, they would reach Radon Town.
The guards of the caravan picked up a lot of twigs and lit several bonfires. Han Jin and the others gathered together, discussing which direction to take tomorrow. They were about to enter the war zone, so of course, they had to be extra careful. While Han Jin and the others were talking happily, the head of the caravan, Leopold, just smiled and said nothing, as if what they were discussing had nothing to do with him.
At the moment when the sun jumped into the horizon, Sunier's expression suddenly became stiff, and then she jumped up from the ground, "There are hoofs! Lots of hoofs!! "
"Where?" Han Jin was surprised.
"Over there." Sunier pointed to the east, and then took off the longbow from her back.
"Don't be nervous, everybody." Leopold stood up and looked to the east, and then said with a smile, "They should be on our side."
"On our side? Lord Leopold, what do you mean? "Morrisons asked in a low voice.
"Ho ho … We have discussed with General Quincy of the Holy Crown City, and he will meet us nearby." Leopold laughed, and then pointed to the others, "You guys, go and see if they are on General Quincy's side."
Several guards jumped on the horses and quickly rode out of the camp. Sunier and the others looked at each other. Since the owner of the goods was not nervous, there was no need for them to be nervous. Morrisons took a deep look at Han Jin. He remembered clearly that Han Jin had said a few days ago that the caravan must have something to rely on since they dared to transport military supplies to the Holy Crown City, and General Quincy should be their reliance.
"Get up, get up." Leopold shouted loudly, "We can't camp here today. Let's hurry up tonight."
Han Jin and the others also began to pack up. The bonfires were put out, the unloaded carriages were reassembled, and everyone was ready to set out.
Not long after, a row of black shadows appeared on the horizon, galloping towards them at a very fast speed. When hundreds of Knight arrived, everything was ready.
"Oh, it's Lord Mario." Leopold smiled and walked over, "Long time no see, you are getting more and more energetic."
"How many goods are here this time?" A young Knight came out of the crowd.
"15 carriages, 150 sets of heavy armors, and 2,000 long swords."
"Great!" That young Knight clapped his hands and laughed.
Hundreds of knights gave way to them, and the carts carrying the goods slowly passed through them. Han Jin and his companions stayed where they were. It was a courtesy for both sides to get in touch with each other. If they were needed to escort the carts, they would follow them. After all, this was not the Holy Crown City. If they were not needed, they could go back as long as Leopold signed the contract.
However, Leopold glanced back at them, revealing a sinister smile, and walked out. No one could imagine that such a kind and amiable person like Leopold could show such a chilling expression.
"Put down your weapons!" That young Knight suddenly put on a serious face.
"What?" Han Jin, who stood in the front, was stunned.
"I'll say it again. Put down your weapons at once!" That young Knight shouted.
Han Jin's facial muscles twitched involuntarily. He stared at that young Knight, who should be about 23 or 24 years old. He was handsome, but his face was too pale. There were dark circles and bags under his eyes, which should be caused by his unrestrained nightlife. What Han Jin focused on was the look in the man's eyes, which contained ridicule and contempt, but not a trace of kindness.
"What are you doing?" Sylvia rushed up, "Are you mistaken? We are mercenaries! Mercenaries who are responsible for escorting the goods! "
"I know, but we don't need you now." That young man's eyes lit up, and his tone was a little soft, "So, do as I say!"
"Why should we put down our weapons?" One of the warriors shouted. They were all members of the Burning Rose mercenary group, and the leader of the group was Sylvia. In Morrisons' words, Sylvia liked to fool around since she was young. The so-called mercenary group was just a toy. Naturally, one could imagine the level of the mercenary group. Other than Sylvia, the other five or six people were all warriors.
"Because of this!" The young Knight's face turned cold. He waved his hand lightly, and a few arrows shot out from behind him. The warrior who spoke rudely was sent flying a few meters away. The arrows were still vibrating violently on his body. Although he didn't bleed much, it was obvious that he wouldn't survive.
"Lune … Lune …" Sylvia screamed and rushed forward.
"It seems that you don't want to cooperate." The young Knight sighed, and his fingers were already on his sword.
Han Jin and the others looked at each other. Although they didn't know why, they knew what kind of situation they would be in if they put down their weapons. They quickly exchanged silent words through their eyes.
Sassoux was the first to throw his wand to the ground. Sunier took down her longbow and slowly bent down. Morrisons still didn't move, as if he hadn't made up his mind. Han Jin suddenly turned around and shouted, "Miss Qi Li, you have to help us! Those guys are too unreasonable!"
Qi Li? The young Knight was stunned. He was very familiar with this name, but he couldn't remember it at the moment. At this time, Han Jin moved away half of his body, and the young Knight could only see a small part of Qi Li's face. He was stunned for a moment, and then he urged his horse to move forward a few steps. When he confirmed that it was Qi Li's face, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He turned around and was about to give an order, but unfortunately, he only saw a wall of earth rise up.
Morrisons roared and jumped into the air like lightning. He held his greatsword with both hands and swung it down with all his strength. The bright light of the sword left a shadow in the air, like an inverted curtain of stars.
Morrisons was tall and sturdy, and he held a frightening greatsword in his hand. He always gave his enemies the illusion that he was a warrior who was used to using strength to defeat his opponents. In fact, he was known for his speed, and now that he had broken through the bottleneck, he closed in on the young Knight in an instant.
The young Knight was shocked, and he pulled out his longsword as fast as he could to block Morrisons' attack.
Boom! If there was a considerable gap in strength, the battle between warriors would often be decided very quickly, just like when Morrisons fought with the gladiators in the Eleventh Town. The young Knight let out a shrill scream. He could block Morrisons' sword, but he couldn't block Morrisons' sword light. A bright band of blood was slanted from his forehead to his left cheek. It was made up of countless blood spots, and his left eye couldn't open. Morrisons' sword light wrapped in the bright starlight had turned the young Knight into a pockmark, or even a one-eyed man.
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