The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 167 Kidnapping Instead of Recruiting
The next day, on the way to Prideland.

After a long day of trekking, Ickert finally ordered the team to stop.

This order is not for the caravan to be trimmed.

Instead, prepare for an ambush.

Anxious, Aris followed Ickert and took out all kinds of food on the side of the road, such as soft bread with bacon and honey, wine dipped in barbecue, and set up a battle on the side of the road.

"Master, is this really an ambush?"

Aris couldn't help asking, considering what might happen next, he couldn't even eat a barbecue.

But Ickert enjoyed the delicacy calmly.

"Steady, Aris, you remember, our current setting is a tired team resting on the side of the road."

It is very normal for the team to stop to rest when they are tired, and at this time, it is also normal to eat some food and bread.

For a prosperous territory like Prideland, there are many cars and people passing by.

There are caravans transporting supplies, speculators and adventurers who go to the front line to seek opportunities, there are all kinds of people.

There are also spellcasting professionals among them.

Not all spellcasting professionals have a bright future. Some people may have been tested for magic aptitude and then sent to schools for training.

But in his life, it may stop at the third level.

Among them, there are regrets in terms of resources, and there are also congenital deficiencies in magic organs.

The empire cultivated them in order to put the mandatory call-up orders in the hands of these mages. During wartime, as a regiment of cattle and horse mages, it was much easier to command than noble mages.

In order to take risks to find opportunities, or to use all their strength to earn a living, the density of mages on the front line is not low.

Moreover, the rule of magic pressure also restricted the large-scale gathering of mages.

Just like the imperial capital where the powerful gather, whenever the magic crystal is charged, the cultivation environment of the mages will deteriorate sharply.

This is also the reason why the outskirts of the imperial capital can prosper. If it is not necessary, the residences of mages will be located in the countryside as much as possible.

Local mages will also repel foreign mages.

This gave Eckert a chance.

Not long after, one such mage took the initiative to contact the team, wanting to buy some food.

It is human nature to eat a good meal on the road.

Ickert enthusiastically shared food and drinks with him, and began to ask about his origin, source, and story.

When the mage heard that someone was interested in this, and that the other party was an intermediate mage worthy of advice, he immediately opened up the conversation.

But to Ickert's displeasure, this guy is a son of a nobleman.

No matter how powerful or small, Ickert doesn't like to cause trouble, so he can only politely extend invitations to these nobles.

Then, as expected, he was declined by the other party.

He said that he had to embark on a difficult journey alone in order to restore the glory of his family.

This speech made Ickert want to throw a cup as a sign, and let the chasseurs hiding in the woods rush out and tie him up!
It was hard to resist not doing anything.

The mage is very curious about everything in Ickert's team, asking questions about this and that.

"Dear middle-level mage, what are you cooking? It smells delicious!"

"this?"

Ickert pointed to the red teapot and said, there were some special leaves floating in it.

"It should be called black tea."

The boiled leaves were also Ickert's temporary idea, and they were brewed with tea trees around Windsor. This was an accidental discovery.

"Don't think about it, this is not for you to drink."

For the mage who couldn't attack, Ickert quickly drove him away, and the other party had no intention of staying.

This pot of sleepy black tea with the poison of the Blight clan can only be given to the "hunting target".

Next, all kinds of adventurers came to Ickert. These people rarely left alone, and it was still difficult for Ickert to start.

If this continues, the black tea will be boiled dry!
Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and in the afternoon, Ickert finally found another mage who was alone.

On the road leading to Pride Land, Sirollman was trudging lonely.

Once upon a time, this mage from the imperial capital was also a student of the Royal Mages Academy, dressed in a bright uniform, wandering in the arms of girls.

But as soon as he graduated from school, a mage with poor qualifications like him was severely beaten by the society.

The hinterland of the empire has long been occupied by various mage groups, and the cultivation resources in various places cannot be opened to him at all.

There is also a call-up order, which is always hanging above his head.

It's just that Xi Luoerman, who was born as a commoner, still had to face the pressure of life in the end, and was squeezed out by the surplus of mages in the country to a miserable state.

This time I came to the front line only to seek refuge with a good lord and to gain some cultivation resources here.

Even knowing the hardships of the front line and the extremely high casualty rate, Sirollman had no choice but to go here.

He was full of travel and dust, and he didn't have two bags in his pocket. He had nothing to do with the high-spirited student days, and he exuded the dilapidated atmosphere of a wandering mage.

At this moment, he suddenly found someone on the side of the road making a fire and cooking.

Smells of bread, honey and roasted meat.
Since the happiest time of Sirollman, he has never tasted these foods again.

Touching his trouser pocket, there were only twenty or so copper coins left in it.

He hadn't had enough food for a long time, and in the deserted frontier, he couldn't carry enough food without livestock.

But on the front line where food is expensive, there is a high probability that the caravan will not sell him food.

So this dilapidated man, who was obviously dressed as a mage, just walked past Ickert's team step by step.

Ickert didn't speak, and Sirollman tried his best to hold back.

But just as the figure of the wandering mage was getting further and further away, a voice full of kindness sounded from behind.

"Friend! Why don't you sit down and rest for a while!"

"I have bread, soup, and some hot tea here!"

15 minute later.

Seeing Sirollman snoring loudly under the hypnosis of the drowsy black tea, Ickert himself began to admire his ingenuity.

"Look, Aris, we have recruited a mage within two days of our departure!"

"Ah, master, this is not very good."

"There's nothing wrong with it! Look at his miserable appearance, I'll just feed him with food and drink after I go back! It's not much better than being a wandering mage!"

"No, I'm not saying that your treatment is not good, I just think that if we do this, will it be a bit despicable, and some will not talk about martial ethics?"

"Aris, who has nothing to be emotional about. After all, I, Windsor, have my own national conditions here. This is something that can't be helped, but it's also the right thing."

"That's right. By the way, the mage's snoring is quite funny."

"I think so."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha."

The two chatted cheerfully, but neither of them noticed that Sirollman quietly opened his eyelids.

After suffering so much on the road, the cautious Xi Luoerman has actually been casting detoxification all the time.

But when he heard the treatment Ickert said, he fell over without hesitation.

The intensity startled Ickert.

Now, he can finally have a rare and peaceful sleep.

(End of this chapter)