A caravan is walking on a flat stone road.
The size of the caravan was quite large, and there were twenty-one carts used for loading. The carts were covered with black linen, and it was impossible to see what the cargo was, but from the heavy rolling sound of the wheels, it could be heard that the contents of the carts were very large. Shen is very heavy.
A fairly elite mercenary squad was responsible for the escort mission of the caravan.
The caravan came from the far north of Tambus.
All the members of the mercenary team were riding horses. One of them looked like a young man with an eagle nose, brown hair and blue eyes. He looked very energetic and had a heroic air.
At his waist was a long sword with a black leather scabbard and a white hilt, a short bow behind his back, and a small round leather shield pinned to his left wrist.
The caravan continued to move forward. After a while, there was a faint sound of horseshoes ahead. Half of the mercenary team of more than ten people immediately rode to the front. Some stayed on the flanks, and the other part stayed behind.
Both the mercenary team and the caravan were a little nervous.
Not long after, a light cavalry squad of about 20 people appeared at the end of the road. Their leather armor was all light gray, and there was a golden circular badge on their chests.
Seeing their attire, the members of the caravan and mercenary team were slightly relieved and gave way to the left road.
The cavalry squad in front was not moving fast, they came slowly, and when passing by the caravan, more than 20 cavalry looked at the caravan and its members with scrutiny.
This made everyone in the caravan feel a little uncomfortable.
But the cavalry squad didn't do anything, they came slowly, and then left slowly.
The heroic young man looked back at the leaving figure of the cavalry squad, a little envious.
"The behavior of the people of the God of Wealth is too outrageous. There are so many cavalry patrols along the way. They are simply trying to scare people."
A mercenary muttered dissatisfiedly.
Although mercenaries are strong individually, compared with the regular army, they are definitely inferior in large-scale group combat.
Therefore, many mercenary squads would not be able to win against a regular army even if they had a similar number. After all, they lacked strict discipline and command.
Moreover, mercenaries dislike the regular army very much, no matter from a personal point of view or from a standpoint.
The heroic young man smiled: "This is the seventeenth patrol army since we entered Hollevin Kingdom. The God of Fortune's use of such elite cavalry for patrolling is simply too small."
The mercenaries felt the same way.
"That's not what you said, Your Excellency Airos." A calm man's voice came through: "From the perspective of a businessman, from the manager of a caravan, the more such patrols the better. It would be great if the whole world was the place of worship of Goddess Woking, and the whole world had this kind of flat road."
The person who spoke was the owner of the caravan, Ped.
He walked over from behind and said, "Since I entered the country of Hollevin, I have a real sense of security. Whether it is these flat stone roads or the patrol cavalry squads that I can meet from time to time, they are all the same as the rumors. in the same way."
The God of Wealth is now well known all over the world. Rumor has it that Woking, the goddess of wealth, is the patron saint of all merchants and also the goddess of marriage.
It's just that the latter divine right is obviously not as practical as the former one.
"If that's the case, our mercenaries are useless." Airos smiled.
In Peder's heart, he really wanted to say that if conditions permit, who wants a mercenary squad to protect the caravan. Not to mention wasting money, if you are unlucky, it is not uncommon to hire that kind of black mercenary, kill all the people in the caravan in the wild mountains, and steal all the goods and money.
This mercenary squad was also decided after he carefully selected.
Because of the different positions, the values of the guardian and the protected are not the same. After the two sides chatted dryly for a few more words, they stopped communicating.
Seeing the patrolling cavalry of the God of Wealth going away, the caravan continued on its way.
After two days they reached the gates of Woking.
The black dragon head of a giant dragon hangs on the city gate.
Because of the special magic anti-corrosion treatment, this faucet still looks the same as alive.
In fact, after reaching the periphery of the wetland, there are gradually more pedestrians and caravans on the road.
The traffic in Woking City is very developed, with five or six main roads branching off in each of the four directions. There is an endless stream of pedestrians and strange cars on the road.
A group of people in the caravan stared at the dragon head, all swallowing their saliva.
A mercenary said: "This is the worst and most arrogant city gate warning I have ever passed. With this thing hanging on it, I can guarantee that no one will dare to cause trouble."
Everyone agrees.
After inspection, the caravan entered Woking City. The leader of the caravan, Ped, was amazed: "They don't collect the city tax, and I gave some copper coins to the soldiers guarding the gate just now, and they didn't even collect it."
Airos also noticed Ped's words just now: "Is it too little?"
"Five copper coins per person, not a lot."
Eros shrugged. In fact, ever since he entered Hollevin, he felt that this country was a bit different.
Which country's roads can be as flat and straight as Huo Levin, and which country's business roads can be like Huo Levin's, with cavalry squads constantly patrolling to ensure safety.
The city of Woking is very lively, there are hawkers setting up stalls and passers-by walking around everywhere.
Airos even saw some catmen, werewolves, and even foxmen walking around the city.
They seem very relaxed, not at all like living in the human world, but as if they are on their own territory.
"These are all orc slaves?" Peder also asked doubtfully.
Airos shook his head: "They don't have collars around their necks, and they look very comfortable. If they were slaves... they wouldn't have such a relaxed and assured look."
"There is something in this city." As a businessman, Peder naturally felt the deep commercial atmosphere in the city: "The guards told me just now that the caravans are located in this city, it is best to go to the north of the city."
"Will you let us pass over there on purpose, so as to lead us into a trap?"
The captain of the mercenary team appeared next to him. He was tall and thin, with an iron spear in his hand.
As a servant, his duty is to protect the mail, so he naturally has to take into account all unsafe factors.
Airos shook his head: "It's unlikely. Everyone in this city is very relaxed. It seems that this city should be safe."
"I think so too." Ped nodded. "Compared to the people here, everyone in my hometown looks like a lunatic with persecution paranoia."
The captain of the servant team smiled and said: "I'm just making a suggestion, the decision is in your hands, Your Excellency Ped."
At this time, Airos saw some commotion in a tavern, and after a while, two groups of people rushed out of it and confronted each other in the street outside. u