A brief cleanup of the battlefield.

The caravan continued to move forward, and Sauron was inconvenient to ride a horse because he was injured and could only sit in a large cart for delivering goods.

The mysterious woman did not invite him into the carriage. The relationship between the two was not that familiar, but she invited Vivian. Unfortunately, the little girl shook her head and refused, climbed onto the carriage and sat next to Sauron. The group moved forward quietly, and the caravan guards continued to investigate the nearby, and from time to time they would call people to go over and fill the roads. The heavy rain some time ago turned these roads into mud roads, and there was water everywhere.

Sauron's body was dirty, and Vivian was filming him with dust.

Of course, I don’t care about my image when fighting. I rolled and dodged on the ground and was covered in mud. After it was dry, there were pieces of mud on it.

The little girl was carefully working it for him, rubbing it with her little hands to blow away the dust on it.

Everyone else was busy with their own affairs. Occasionally, they saw two people on the cart, and their lips were unconsciously smiling, and their favorability for the two people increased a little. Especially the mysterious woman sitting in the cart, she would lift up the curtains to look at them from time to time. Of course, her eyes were more on the cute little girl, as if there was something attractive to her.

The scene at this moment is very peaceful.

Sauron sat cross-legged on the cart and wiped the scimitar with a rag. The blood of the digging worms was acidic. If it was not cleaned up, it would affect the use of the weapon. The girl sat next to him and removed the mud stained on the clothes for him, and occasionally bulged her mouth and blew it seriously. Because of the poor quality of the fabric, the soil penetrated into the gaps in the clothes (the coarse cloth clothes were not dense). After the scratch was clean, you could still see the gray pieces, which made the girl feel a little dissatisfied.

"Use this!"

The captain of the guard smiled as he rode his horse, reached out to take a bag of things out of his arms, and threw it to Soren, saying, "This is a refined essential oil that can maintain weapons."

Of course, the knife is not enough to be wiped or polished.

For those like them who rely on fighting to support themselves, a good weapon that can help them means life guarantee.

Sauron smiled, reached out to take it, then took out a little ointment with his fingers, and carefully applied it to the scimitar. This refined ointment can prevent the weapon from rusting. It is best to prepare some before buying a super-level weapon. Even an extraordinary level enchanted weapon needs to be maintained regularly, which is an attitude towards combat.

Soren dryed the scimitar with a cloth and then retracted it into the scabbard.

Maybe it was because of the consumption during the battle, or maybe it was because he had shed a lot of blood when he was injured, so he seemed a little tired and sleepy.

Unconsciously, he leaned on the cart and pretended to sleep.

The little girl kept looking at him quietly, maybe she was a little tired, so she leaned her little head in his arms and carefully avoided touching his wound.

The caravan kept moving forward like this.

Occasionally, there are guards riding a horse and passing by a large cart, which makes a little lighter noise, which is a kind of respect for the strong.

Sauron isn't necessarily able to beat them one-on-one.

But in the battle against the digging insects, he had already won the respect of these caravan guards.

Actually, Sauron was not asleep.

In fact, he rarely really falls asleep in the wild, and most of the time he is in a state of hypocrisy.

Half dream and half awake.

A slight special sound will wake him up.

Because he knew very well how many dangers there were in the wilderness, he had to keep a little vigilance at all times.

It was already evening.

The caravan still had no intention of stopping. When Sauron woke up, he found that the little girl was already asleep leaning against his arms.

He carefully pulled out his arm and tried not to wake up the sleeping Vivian.

pity.

The little girl still opened her eyes. She raised her hands and rubbed her eyes, raised her head and said, "Brother."

"You're awake?"

Sauron nodded with a smile, reached out to caress her hair, and a caravan guard who had dealt with the digging worms with him passed by, and threw the wrapped bread and meat pieces over with a smile. There is not so much attention to wild adventures. The bread is prepared in advance, a little hard, and the meat is air-dried bacon, because it is a little warm in your arms, so it is easier to put it in.

People who run outside all year round will put dry food on their chests because the food will not be too cold to swallow.

Soren broke off a piece of bread and handed it to Vivian, and then tore off a piece of meat.

Since there was no stop to make the fire, there was naturally no soup. Soren swallowed the food directly with the water and whispered: "I'll camp later."

"I'll get you something delicious."

This is the wilderness.

With his skills, fighting two rabbits is just like playing, because there are no traces of human activities, and there is a lot of wild game here!

The only trouble is that the fire may alarm the monsters in the wilderness.

But there are so many people who are not afraid.

The little girl was not picky at all and swallowed her bread quietly in the water.

Sudden!

She seemed to feel something, looked up at the forest not far away, pulled Soren's clothes with her little hands, and said softly: "Brother."

"It seems like something is watching us over there?"

Upon hearing this, Sauron held the scimitar alertly, then stood on the cart and looked at it. Unfortunately, he could not see anything, but based on his past experience, he still judged what was watching them.

"fine."

He gently rubbed the little girl's head and said slowly: "That's the gnoll who is moving here."

"It must be that we discovered that we passed by."

"but."

"These things dare not attack large-scale caravans, and we will leave their range of activities later."

Gnoll.

One of the most common creatures in the wilderness.

They are more dangerous than goblins and kowtowers, with sharp teeth and claws and agility, and also have not been low in intelligence.

This creature likes to attack the lonely travelers.

However, for such large-scale caravans, unless their strength makes them feel completely confident, they rarely attack large stakes of prey.

As a carnivorous creature, the scale of the werewolf is not very large.

Most of them have only about 15-30 ethnic groups, and they are still scattered into about 5-8 family units. Compared with attacking such heavily guarded caravans, they tend to hunt wild beasts and goblins. At least the latter is not much danger. If they attack humans in the wild, the werewolves will not avoid casualties.

Generally, as long as the scale reaches more than five people, even if the zombies launch an attack, they will choose to attack in the middle of the night.

At first they would quietly track their prey!

Because the nearby woods began to become dense, the caravan guards also reduced their path exploration formation, and the number of people who were in the forefront was also increased to five, ensuring that there was a support and support at any time when an accident occurred.

Some businessmen have already started to complain.

Because it is very troublesome to travel when it is dark, if the light is not enough, the cattle and horse will slow down.

fortunately.

A bright moon soon appeared.

The moonlight is very beautiful today, and the cool moonlight illuminates the surroundings, which is quite convenient for them to move forward.

The caravan guards lit up the torches.

The guys also inserted the torch prepared in advance into the cart. In the cart in the center, the mysterious woman walked out quietly. She stood on the shaft and looked around, then pointed her finger at the top of the cart, and a strange monosyllable came out of her mouth. Then a light appeared at the top of the cart.

Light Technique!

The mysterious woman's wizard level is probably not low, and it actually illuminates the area of ​​hundreds of feet nearby. (30 meters-50 meters)

The caravan cheered.

The power of the spells made many people feel excited, and a hint of peace of mind appeared on the faces of the merchants.

"That sister's spell is so powerful."

The little girl quietly approached Sauron and whispered: "The light technique I used is only a little big, but she can illuminate such a big place."

Occupational level 15 or above!

Sauron took a deep look at the carriage, but he didn't expect that this mysterious woman would be a high-level witch.

……………………

Although the light source facilitates the caravan's advancement.

But they were also exposed. In the dark forest nearby, you can see pairs of green pupils, which were packs of wolves and beasts moving nearby.

"Aowoo!"

The loud howl of wolf echoed in the wilderness, and a wolf king the size of a calf appeared on the small hillside in the distance.

It was a wild wolf.

It looked deeply at the caravan in the distance, its pupils locked in the carriage, as if it felt the gaze of a mysterious woman. Its strong body trembled for a moment, and then made a low howl. A wave of wolf howls came out, and the wolves hidden in the dark nearby walked out one after another, and pairs of green pupils disappeared, and they followed the wolf king in other directions. The wolf has good wisdom, and is even smarter than war horses. There is still a lot of prey in the wilderness, so there is no need to provoke this caravan.

Not to mention the terrifying wizard among them!

The fear of the wizards has already penetrated their blood for millions of years. Countless painful lessons have told these wild beasts that they should never easily provoke those who can cast spells.

As long as you don't irritate them.

These beasts will not easily attack enemies who can cast spells!
Chapter completed!