The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Matthew has a gifted eye.

This has been said several times.

Because of this, Matthew noticed Anglaus, who had been following them all afternoon, from the very beginning.

The more he tasted it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Has my kindness done bad things again?

Giving a bottle of potion will cause trouble for the team?

As expected, I shouldn't have confidence in my ability to do the right thing.

After informing their companions of the news, they stepped up the pace of selling the potion in the town.

Not only did they sell out all their goods before and after dinner, they didn't even plan to stay overnight to replenish the basic medicinal materials and pharmaceutical excipients and solvents.

Instead, he decided to leave overnight.

But what he didn't expect was that Anglaus's boldness reached an extreme.

This former soldier, who had lost his weapons and equipment for some reason, actually didn't care about anything and chased out under the cover of darkness, like a hungry wolf tracking a deer.

Die, die, die!

With such a cry in his heart, Matthew looked up with an apologetic look, wanting to take one last look at the faces of his fellow travelers.

However, when he looked out from under his hood, he, feeling inferior and shy, saw two figures walking towards him.

And in the distance, there seemed to be two pairs of large yellow-green eyes, looming.

Those two pairs of eyes were the eyes of the warg.

Two soldiers from the scout team were driving their wolves quickly towards Sweetleaf Town.

Thanks to the speed of the wargs, they quickly caught up with the two guys.

The two Davis confidants who were carrying the warrant were unaware that the scout team was following them, and they continued to move forward without any precautions.

When they saw several travelers carrying empty and shriveled backpacks, they showed no intention of stopping.

The goal was to deliver the warrant to the town's responsible person. Although it was not uncommon to see travelers on the road in the middle of the night, it was none of their business no matter how one looked at it.

Just when the two of them were about to ask how far away Sweet Leaf Town was.

They suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and when they turned around, it was too late to react.

The wolf's rapid speed and exaggerated jumping and pouncing abilities allowed them to directly rush out from the bushes on the side and rear.

Predator instinct, boy!

Two scout team soldiers sitting on the backs of tall wolves acted quickly. They only needed to intercept the charging wolves when they passed by and easily subdued the two men.

As one of them was knocked to the ground, the other was locked around the waist by a scout team soldier who suddenly jumped out, and the conflict ended instantly.

They quickly controlled the two men's hands and feet, and applied a little force on their necks. The two men who had grabbed their hands and tongues fainted.

However, they did not immediately search their belongings, but instead looked at Matthew and his group who were stunned more than ten steps away.

Wargs, rugged leather armor, scimitars hanging at their waists and javelins on their backs.

Matthew immediately thought of a reasonable explanation.

bandit!

The domestic situation is turbulent, and finally some people can't survive anymore. Are they becoming bandits and robbing people?

It was death, death, death. There was a bandit behind them who had been targeting them since the beginning of the town. In front of them, they had just witnessed a bandit knocking out two passers-by.

Maybe the guy who has been following them is in cahoots with these two bandits?

Die, die, die!

Matthew closed his eyes as he watched the other party loosen the arm that was holding the unconscious "passerby" and instead took out a javelin from his back and threw it towards them.

I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t make a lot of money;

I'm sorry, Grandfather, although your family rules and regulations are annoying, I still miss you very much at this time;

I'm sorry, sister, I haven't found the formula for the potion that can cure the backlash of the magic network yet...

欻!

The sound of piercing was heard, but the one who cried out in pain was not Matthew or anyone in his team.

Matthew turned around and saw that the guy who had followed them that afternoon had scars on his leg that had almost healed.

In that guy's hand, he was holding the wallet that should have been on his companion's waist.

And this time, Matthew was finally able to determine what weapon caused the wound.

Also, aren't the spears thrown to attack them, but to help them catch the guys who took advantage of the chaos to steal money?

These two "bandits" might unexpectedly be the good guys?

"A throwing spear, handmade by a lizardman. If I were to give a standard price to a human, it would be about one gold coin?"

A joking voice came from behind.

Matthew turned around and saw two people, perhaps "bandits", walking towards him, holding a wolf.

"Sorry, the mission required it, and I saw someone in danger, so I took action."

Catching tongues is a task required by their scout team;

The dangerous person was Anglaus, who was sneaking behind them.

Not much time has passed, and the faces of the released defeated prisoners are still in their memories.

If the other party chooses to live an ordinary life, of course they don't care.

However, while they were struggling with the two "tongues", Angras took the opportunity to snatch the wallet of one of them and ran away.

Good man, you no longer want to be a deserter but a bandit, right?

They had no choice but to take action.

After taking action, the problem seemed to become more serious.

The huge figures of the two wolves cast shadows under the light of the stars and the moon, covering the shivering figures of Matthew and his group.

They did it in front of unrelated people, and these five people witnessed the whole process of them grabbing the tongue and attacking Anglaus.

How could it be such a coincidence that I would bump into so many people while trying to catch a tongue in the middle of the night?

Do the locals have any custom of night tours?

All in all, it would be very troublesome to explain, and I don’t know if it would affect the combat arrangements of the large forces…

"For safety reasons, can you come with us?"

The two men with the wolf pack helped Matthew and his group up, then began to ask.

Looking at the other party's sincere and warm smile, Matthew and his group nodded silently after discussing for a while.

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night.

Abes thought about what he had said to the lady in black robe.

Failed……

After seeing the griffin disguised as a white horse, Abes decided to force the other party to use magic in front of him.

As long as the strength is openly displayed, then one has every reason to incorporate the opponent's combat power into the next offensive plan.

Because of this, when the other party mentioned that they needed help to find alkaline magic herbs, Abes took the opportunity to say that there was not enough time.

But in the end, Abes did not see the other party helplessly using healing spells such as healing or lesser recovery.

Abes was very unhappy that he didn't catch the opponent's weakness as a mage.

However, if there is no magician, then there is no magician.

Abes, who had already divided the troops into scout groups, cavalry, shield soldiers, spearmen and longbowmen, was very sure that the war he would face next would not be a war that required the assistance of mages.

The news from Anivia that the scout team was reporting everything was normal. The scouts scattered around Sweetleaf Town did not find anything unusual around the town, nor did they see any signs of military action inside the town.

It can be said that tomorrow they can just march over there in a swagger, then send envoys to invite the town’s leaders to negotiate.

As long as we take over Tianye Town, the idea of ​​establishing a base can be implemented at any time.

Just as Abes was immersed in beautiful fantasies about the future, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Anivia walked in with two scouts.

Behind them were two unconscious guys, a very familiar prisoner with a leg injury, and five backpackers huddled together and shivering.

This man with golden eyes is their king?

Could that beautiful half-elf be the chief wife of the bandit leader?

Although it is hard to say her age because of her elven bloodline, but no matter how you look at her, she looks too young!

As if knowing what these silly "backpackers" were thinking, the double helix on Anivia's head flickered suddenly, and then she saluted respectfully to Abes, and then spoke word by word as if she wanted to explain something to someone.

"Something's happening, Lord Abeth Grande!"