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"You can take a detour for extra money, and you can get extra supplies for the Lake Goddess's messenger."

Windlow's greatest strength is that he listens to advice. He has seen the existence of undead creatures in Sylvania, and he has also seen the changes in himself.

"Although we have no way to cleanse the evil from the land of the Lady of the Lake, one day, Bretonnia will fully bloom with the light of the Lady of the Lake."

These words really touched the hearts of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

For the chivalrous knights, they really don't want to deal with the undead.

First of all, after killing an undead, you can only pick up a bone at most, which is not considered a military achievement.

The second problem is that there are too many skeletons and zombies. The chivalrous knights do not have unlimited physical strength like the Holy Grail Knights. They would be exhausted after killing for eight days and eight nights.

Finally, what if there is a vampire hiding among the zombies and it pounces on you when you are not paying attention? How can you fight it then?

So generally speaking, chivalrous knights are happy to fight sporadic goblins and beastmen to accumulate military merit.

Instead of attacking other humans and more powerful forces besides Araby and asking for trouble.

Honesty immediately came over and took out the map she had hand-drawn.

"We can bypass this place and go through the Ardennes Forest to do business at the Château d'Artois."

“A pilgrimage is a pilgrimage, honestly.”

"Yes, to the Château de Artois."

Windlow also looked at the map along the path of the Honest Knight's rusty chainmail finger, and made predictions based on his own business experience.

Ardennes Forest, even though the name sounds strange, the road on the map is correct.

There is a very wide road that connects the castle of Artois to the other lands of the Duchy of Bretonnia.

And according to most people's eyewitness reports, there are only a few scattered beastmen in the Ardennes Forest, which is much better than the situation in the empire.

Windlow also closed the map. His current mission was to cross the Ardennes Forest.

It only takes about ten days to reach the Castle of Artois by donkey cart.

The six people walked slowly into the forest with very dense trees.

Yet Windlow made a very serious mistake here.

He was too superstitious about what the locals said and did not doubt what the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse said at all.

There are few reports of beastman sightings. Does that mean that most people who see beastmen have been eaten?

How could there not be a large number of beastmen in such a densely packed forest? And the most important thing is that even if there were no beastmen, the forest would be the best camp for bandits.

After entering the forest, an indescribable anger and comfort filled Windlow's mind.

The anger comes from the fact that things around us are too unchanging, while the comfort comes from the fact that the air in the forest makes people feel happy both physically and mentally.

In the deepest part of the forest, a guy hiding in a tree took out his notebook again, and wrote the magical words of the elves one by one.

"There is no problem with the research. The target will have different emotional states under the influence of different magical winds."

"But if you want to unleash more powerful magical power, you need more external stimulation."

Then the notebook was closed and the black shadow disappeared into the forest.

Deep in the forest, there was a camp of beastmen. They had just slaughtered an entire village, tortured all the men, women, young and old, and then mashed them into minced meat.

Just as he was happily enjoying the flesh and blood, a tiny spear suddenly flew towards him. It was made entirely of amber and knocked over the beastman's rice pot with one strike.

"who!!"

More than a dozen beastmen roared loudly, howling with anger, and then rushed towards the direction where the Amber Spear flew.

Among them was a giant horned beast that knew this magic.

It's the Beast Mage! The Bretonnians are causing trouble for the Beastmen again. They must kill and eat the mage.

Windlow was driving the donkey cart when he suddenly looked up at the forest on the right side of the road.

A group of roosting birds flew up from the forest in fright and flew away further away.

The donkey cart was stopped immediately, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were put on alert.

"There is something in the forest."

“Maybe it’s a farmer who cuts down the forest, or maybe it’s a farmer who burns charcoal, there’s nothing to pay attention to.”

Since the locals of Bretonnia said so, Windlow let down his guard. After all, reclaiming forests was extremely common in Bretonnia and the Empire.

At this moment, Mousse immediately frowned. The dark elf, who had been living on the edge of a knife for many years, was very perceptive and she sensed the murderous aura in the forest.

"stop!"

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse also sensed something was wrong, but there had never been any news of beastmen or bandits attacking passers-by in the Ardennes Forest.

A big tree was broken alive and fell down with a loud bang, blocking the way ahead.

At the same time, a big tree behind him was broken, blocking his way.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and Mousse all drew their weapons instantly, but they didn't expect to actually encounter the enemy.

"Goddess bless you! She has brought us new challenges!"

As expected of an honorary knight, he knew how to boost the morale of everyone in the team after being ambushed.

With a howl, the giant horned beast stood directly in front of everyone.

A group of inferior horned beasts surrounded this team.

Walking forward slowly, the giant horned beast looked at the six guys in front of him. None of them was a wizard, but that didn't matter.

"I will tear you all to pieces one by one! And then..."

With a whoosh, a musket bullet passed over the head of the giant horned beast and directly broke its left horn.

Due to the restrictions of chivalry and the large number of enemies, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will not initiate the attack first.

Even if the other party is speaking harshly, you have to listen carefully.

Windlo didn't care about that. Such a big giant horned beast was standing there as a living target. It would be a waste of opportunity if he didn't shoot it.

He picked up the remaining musket in the donkey cart, but unfortunately the musket's accuracy was limited and he failed to accomplish the feat of shooting the target in the head.

Just when he wanted to change bullets, the angry giant horned beast also howled to the sky.

All the inferior horned beasts rushed forward and surrounded the six people.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were all caught in close combat, and they had no time to fully utilize the impact capability of the heavy cavalry.

As for Mousse, a high EQ view would say that she is a duelist, while a low EQ view would say that she can't handle too many enemies at once.

For some reason, after seeing the beastman, Windlow's emotions were aroused to the angriest state.

"Damn it, you guys are the ones that are delaying my business trip, right?"

He raised his hands, unaware that the power of his emotions was guiding the winds of magic around him.

Hundreds of crows made of magic flew out of the forest, flew towards each beastman, and pecked each beastman's eyes and vulnerable parts with their sharp beaks.

Now it was the Giant Horned Beast's turn to panic. As expected, it had encountered the Beast Mage, but it didn't expect him to be so strong. Now it had to retreat.

Then it howled, calling on all the surviving inferior beasts to flee into the forest.

"Hmph, you want to escape? Hmphh ...

The speed of changing bullets in the musket was too slow, and Windlow looked directly at the inferior horned beast on the ground that was pierced by Mousse's sword.

Then he quickly picked up the wooden spear on the ground, raised it up with the most primitive animal anger in his heart, and aimed.

Due to the influence of the beast wind, he could hardly speak complete sentences, but his muscle strength was strengthened and he threw the spear out.

"One by one! One by one!"