Thor ran wildly on the road, followed by seven or eight mercenaries. They climbed over the wall from a corner and ran all the way to Suero.
"Thor, Thor, why should we go to Suero? Ahem, what if, what if the slaves attack the city?" asked a fat mercenary who was running out of breath.
"We have nothing but the clothes we wear. How can we travel such a long way, you idiot? We have to go to Suero to get some equipment. All of you follow me closely. I was blind this time and accepted the wrong mission. I will compensate you for the equipment you lost myself!" Thor was full of fighting spirit, but he spoke easily.
This promise lifted the morale of the mercenaries, who were originally very low. A big mercenary laughed happily and praised: "Thor, I will recognize you as my boss from now on. No matter what, you are really capable to escape from those slaves. Moreover, you have to replenish our equipment. I, Potter, admire a man like you!"
"Yeah! Boss Thor is amazing! He can even get business from the elves. Alas, if we hadn't been blocked by those damn bastards this time, we would have completed the mission." A thin mercenary agreed.
"Yeah." The fat man said, "That's right, but, it's a pity for those elves. They are so beautiful. I was itching to go there all the way."
The fat man's words resonated with many people. Several mercenaries lamented and wished they could replace Ralph and the others.
Thor listened and sneered.
The thin man suddenly remembered something, slapped his head and asked, "Oh, Boss. If those elves escape this time and tell about this, will there be trouble? I heard that those elves are the most protective of their own people. If the elves who chased after us to rescue us find out, they will find out about us, right?"
"You underestimate those slaves. How can these delicate beauties end up well in the hands of hundreds of strong men? They will be killed before tonight." The big mercenary said disdainfully, "Boss Thor, don't you think this is reasonable?"
"Let's take care of ourselves first." Thor ran over a small slope and the outer city of Suero was in sight. However, in front of the outer city, facing the direction of the slave camp, a large group of knights appeared, ready for battle.
There were about four to five hundred knights, all wearing exquisite leather armor with exquisite magic patterns, carrying a 1.5-meter-long composite bow, a long sword on his waist, and a green cloak. On the breastplate of each of them, there was a cyclone-shaped mark engraved.
These cavalrymen had obviously also seen Thor and the others. They separated themselves into a group of ten, mounted their horses, and ran towards them at a very fast speed.
"Boss. Who, who are these people? They seem to be coming towards us. Should we hide from them?" the fat man stuttered.
Thor smiled and said, "No need."
While others were still hesitating, the thin mercenary secretly retreated a few steps, turned around and ran away desperately.
The others were also panicked when they saw this. The strong man Potter also retreated and said, "Boss Thor, I think I should go outside the city first. I know a farmer who has some things there..."
Thor shook his head and sighed, "Why are you doing this?"
In an instant, his fighting spirit exploded, and he rushed towards Potter like a cannonball, using his hand as a sword to slash Potter's throat, causing flesh and blood to burst out. The strength he showed at this time was several times stronger than when he fought with slaves!
The other mercenaries screamed and fled. Thor did not chase them, but just stood there with a sneer. The cavalry rushed over and ignored him. They passed by him and chased after the mercenaries.
The mercenaries had no weapons at all and were completely powerless against the cavalry. In fact, even if they were fully armed, they would definitely not be able to resist these cavalrymen who had already mastered the fighting spirit.
After a few bowstring sounds, the mercenaries, including the thin man who escaped first, were shot to the ground one after another. The pursuing cavalry did not let them go, but rushed forward and chopped off their heads.
In less than two minutes, all the mercenaries were killed.
The cavalrymen gathered around Thor, dismounted and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Centurion."
Thor nodded, mounted a horse, and headed towards the cavalry formation. He had already seen that the person he wanted to meet was under the heavy protection of the cavalry.
"Drew, you've worked hard." Priest Roland smiled as he looked at Centurion Drew, who was using the alias "Thor" and dressed as a mercenary.
Drew saluted like a knight to Priest Roland and reported: "My lord, the elves have been surrounded by crazy slaves. They used the 'seed of protection' to start a war. No matter whether they live or die in the end, the lords behind the slave traders will know that this riot was caused by the elves."
"Very good. We have nothing to do with the elven heretics."
"Yes. Absolutely nothing. All the mercenaries I recruited are dead."
"According to your understanding, is half of the Wind Knights under Vice Captain Garrison enough to completely suppress the slave rebellion?"
"That's enough. Although there are some experts among the slaves, they are just a mob after all. We can defeat them right away... Chasing and killing is our forte of the Knights of the Wind."
"Okay. Don't get involved in the slave extermination operation later, so as not to be recognized by someone with ulterior motives." Roland waved his hand and asked Drew to leave.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Ganuo couldn't help but ask, "Sir. After all, many slave owners know that we have distributed medicine there. Will they suspect that we gave the slaves the antidote?"
Roland smiled and said, "Gano, this kind of speculation without evidence is meaningless. Remember, in the political game, even if everyone knows the truth secretly and wishes the other party dead, they still have to save face. If anyone rashly lifts the tablecloth, they will be courting death. Now, the elves have already taken on the role of scapegoats, and everyone knows that the Temple of Nature and the elves have always had major differences. No one has any reason to blame us."
"But that might add some invisible enemies to our arsenal."
"There is nothing in the world that can better prove you than 'enemies'. Never be afraid of making enemies. A person without enemies is sad. This means that he has neither tempting interests nor sufficient threats. What is the meaning of such a life?"
Ganuo seemed to have his worldview refreshed by these words. He was stunned for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"Okay, just wait patiently. The Knights of the Wind have blocked the roads at both ends of the camp. When the slaves run out of the camp, it will be time for us to wipe out the rebellious slaves. After a few days, the most powerful local slave traders who oppose us the most will be eliminated, and we will appear as the savior of Suero. The time has come for the Temple of Nature to control the outer city of Suero."
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It was almost dusk, and the sunset had dyed the earth slope rosy. Suddenly, a horse head appeared from the top of the hillside, and then a knight rode over the hillside, and then more horse heads appeared, and more than fifty cavalrymen, protecting two four-wheeled carriages, drove towards this side. Behind them were more warriors on foot, wearing various types of armor, with different emblems, holding different long and short weapons, lined up in teams of six, following the carriages. These warriors obviously had no queue training, and a simple long queue was crooked, but just by visual inspection, it can be seen that these people are strong and have good morale, and are quite energetic.
Garrison, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Wind, had already had his knights mount their horses and prepare for the charge. But the team in front of him left him confused. Were these really rioting slaves? Or were they the private army of a certain lord? After all, in his imagination, rioting slaves should be bandits carrying valuables and holding women, right
Seeing the movement here, the knights in the lead shouted a few times. The slowly marching infantry stopped and began to stand in several square formations under the command of several knights. People kept coming over from the hillside and joined these square formations lined up in a row.
However, two carriages, surrounded by a dozen cavalrymen, drove towards the position of the Knights of the Wind.
"Who are you! Tell me your identities!" Garrison pushed through the team and came to the front, asking loudly. He used his unique fighting skills in this shout, and the sound was so loud that even the people lined up on the hillside felt like someone was shouting in their ears, and the team was temporarily in chaos.
"In the carriage are Master Xiao Chen, Master Luo Ling and the three heads of the Juan, Bart, and Lynch families! Who are you?" Roger shouted back in return. Although he was not as skilled as Garrison, because of the close distance, he was able to shock the horses of the Knights, making them a little restless.
Magician? Garrison was a little confused. He didn't know what was going on. He thought for a moment and said, "I am Garrison, the deputy commander of the Wind Knights of the Temple of Nature. Please let this magician come out and answer the question."
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the formation. Two knights dismounted and opened the door. Xiao Chen and Luo Ling, wearing wizard robes, got off the carriage. After this bloody day, Xiao Chen's face was a little more weathered, and his eyes were also tired. Just like a piece of raw iron, it was hammered well. The iron is still the same piece of iron, but it has changed in essence. On the contrary, Luo Ling's appearance is still the same as in the morning. She followed Xiao Chen lazily. Like a cat following an old dog.
"Knights of the Knights of the Wind?" Xiao Chen looked at Garrison and nodded, "We are wizards from Black Mountain, and we are here to visit our old friend Master Ikasa. By the way, let's add some warriors and slaves to my castle."
Hearing Master Ikasa, Garrison knew that it would be difficult for him to understand the situation of the person in front of him. He pointed to the five large square formations that had been assembled on the hillside not far away and asked, "Mr. Mage, you are visiting a friend. Are you bringing your army with you?"
"You mean them?" Xiao Chen grinned, "Those are the slaves I bought."
"The slaves you bought?" Garrison's eyes widened and almost fell to the ground.
"Ha, I bought a lot."