The spear mercenaries didn''t stay long in passer-by town. They were busy collecting more rat bodies and had no time to track down the strange couple. Besides, the mercenaries are not sure what happened last night. They just think that there is something wrong with the two men out of careful consideration. They want to get their whereabouts from the tavern owner. What happened in the pub early in the morning confirmed their speculation, but it also made them realize that the two men were not as easy to deal with as they seemed. The leader of the poisonous blade is very pragmatic. On balance, he did not continue to cling to the whereabouts of Roland and and hill, which may cause considerable losses to the mercenary regiment. Now he only hopes that the two sides will not invade the river.


    And this is not easy. It''s not that the mercenaries have a grudge against the guy who can defeat their leader. It is Roland who is not willing to let go of each other. After perceiving how bad the poison blade is going on, the magician can''t sit back and ignore it. He doesn''t want to kill the mercenaries. After all, it''s human nature to pursue profits. However, he still wants to weaken the operation ability of this mercenary regiment to a certain extent. Trap is the best choice in this situation.


    Listening to the horse neighing and swearing from afar, Roland''s face showed a sly smile. "You seem to be quite good at setting traps. I haven''t even heard of many of them." There was no compliment in her words, said Hill, who rode side by side. The magician was very accurate about the location of the trap, the method of concealment, and the possible outcome. It seems that I have experienced this situation many times.


    "Haha, this is just a seasoning for a long life." Roland shrugged and said a rare and obvious lie. Pitfalls, observation, and reasoning are all things he''s good at. To be able to work with the most powerful magician in the world is enough to prove that Roland was good at this as early as he was young. This talent, which is quite different from the caster, has taken his companions out of danger and in search of targets as many times as Clark''s magic. However, the magician is not going to show off his past now, which will remind him of too many things he does not want to face again. Even in such a long life, happy days are short.


    Dementors wisely failed to pierce the lie. She is well aware of the importance of respect for privacy, which is particularly important for people in the dark. Besides, hill is still thinking about other things, "but I still don''t understand. Don''t you worry that your arrangement will send those mercenaries back to the town of passer-by? It''s almost time for the tavern owner to wake up now


    The magician recognized the implication of his companion. If the mercenary corps of poisonous blades, which were completely unable to move forward by the trap, returned to passer-by Town, they were bound to meet Pippo who woke up. And Roland didn''t have time to save him again. However, this problem has already been taken into account when placing obstacles. "Don''t worry, a poisonous snake will not spit out half of its prey. It would rather die. The same is true of mercenaries. Besides, as a leader, he has just experienced a serious setback. Now, even if he is biting his teeth, he can no longer make any decision to show weakness. It will shake the foundation of his prestige, which is quite fatal in terms of leaders. "


    Hill nodded. She was not very clear about mercenary philosophy, but what Roland said was not like a random excuse. As a result, the female doctors stopped talking and focused on identifying the direction of the road ahead, hoping that they could take fewer detours and get to sarongling faster. The grass stalks were swayed by the breeze, and the farmland could be discerned on both sides of the dilapidated road. Nature is swallowing the traces left by human beings at a very fast speed. Weeds are its vanguard. They grow from the ridges of fields and from the cracks of stone bricks, covering the creation of civilization.


    If a bard passes by and sees such a scene, he may be inspired to create a wonderful chapter in which he eulogizes the suffering and the real or fictional experiences of the characters. But Hill was not a poet, she was a doctor, and the sight before her only made her feel inexplicably sad. Dementors can hear the laments that are sung among the grass leaves. They are the dead who linger here and do not want to leave. They are mourning for themselves in their own way.


    "I think my people and I will be very busy for some time to come." Suddenly said Hill.


    Roland turned her head and looked at the female doctor. Thinking of her real identity after the appearance, she showed a clear expression, "can you make the dead calm down? I thought only the Banshee could do that. " It can be seen from his words that although the magician can not hear the sad words of ghosts like Dementors, he knows that the world under the sun has a different shape.


    "Of course we can''t, but we can scare them off and get them to go to the world after they die." Hill shook his head and said helplessly, "otherwise the sorcerers and others who want to collect the undead will soon fill the kingdom."


    "It''s easy to disrupt order, but it''s hard to maintain or build a smooth framework." Roland agreed with his partner, he knew that the female doctor''s worries were not groundless. He has seen too many things wandering in the gathering places of death, and those who yearn for dead bones and souls are sometimes more terrible than death itself.


    Hill wanted to say something more, but a loud and distant horn interrupted her thoughts. They stopped and looked in the direction of the sound. In the midday sun, a rough flag was slowly emerging from behind the hillside. It''s not the name of the doctor. But why here? ""Go and see." Roland recognized the flag, which was indeed the symbol of the dwarf Lord who ruled the whole chain of hammers. However, the flag in front of him was not enough to represent the rank of a duke. What was painted with the mark of hammer was not a perfect piece of cloth, but more like a piece of hastily sewn together pieces of rags. Even if you take a closer look at the past, you will find that even the emblem painted on it is crooked and twisted, and it does not look like it was made by a regular business person.


    The woman doctor loosened the reins and supported the magician''s opinion with her actions. Facing the flag, they rode up the hill. What they saw was a shocking team. They said it was shocking because all the people who made up the team were all in rags. From a glance, nearly 40 or 50 people were not without any scars. But even so, everyone in the team has a firm eye, which makes Roland instinctively associate with the hardest rock.


    Team, stop in front of two riders. The molten iron man looked at the two men without giving in. Although even the adult men had to look up to see Roland and and hill on horseback due to the height problem, they had no fear at all. And this situation did not last long. When he was close to the team about 100 paces away, Roland had taken the lead to dismount and lead his mount close to each other.


    "Where are you going, my people?" The magician asked carefully. He tried not to express pity in his words, so as not to sting the self-esteem of these people.


    "Wangdu." The flag holder poked the pole into the ground and replied, "strange rider, where are you going?"


    "North. I''m in a hurry to stop a war that may be too late. " Roland saw that when he mentioned the north, the sight of these hammers was obviously gathered.


    "What you said is very similar to Dagong. So I wish you, rider, that you can get to where you want to go in time The magician''s pupil shrank. He didn''t think there was anything wrong with this, but instinctively told him what was wrong with the flag bearer in front of him.


    However, this abnormal feeling did not affect Roland''s manner and action. He gave all his water and food to these people. "I also wish you can arrive in Wangdu safely."


    The hammers didn''t say anything. They took the supply from the magician and went south again. One side of hill and Roland stood on the hillside, watching these people disappear in the field of vision, her face showed a puzzled look, she looked at Roland, wanted to tell her what was wrong with these people. However, he was stopped by the old man waving his hand before the words came out. "They will arrive safely, as long as the flag doesn''t fall." Roland''s words are like conclusions.


    When they got back on the horse, the Dementor noticed that his mount was different. The common horse began to run at a speed that had never been seen before, and there was no sense of fatigue at all. She was surprised to see the surrounding scenery moving backward rapidly, and noticed that the magician''s horse was the same as her. When they stopped again, they were already in the territory of Heishan, which should take three days to complete at the previous speed.


    "Someone''s protecting the molten iron man, maybe some mage, or something. He or he has also helped us Roland took his beloved pipe out of his arms and said so.


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