The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 720 Pursuit
  "Old sir, are you tired? Do you need a rest?"

A carriage was driving slowly on the wide road of Luna Commercial Road, and occasionally merchants and drivers could be seen on the road in front and behind.

Several gnolls and troll adventurers carefully guarded both sides of the vehicle, trying to prevent the vehicle from shaking violently, but this also slowed down their group of six or seven people.

While walking and walking, as the captain of this group of adventurers, Botu, a troll warrior from the Snowmi clan, heard the faint humming from the car, and quickly approached the car and asked with concern.

"No need, just walk slowly."

The car was airtight, and one could only vaguely see a figure sitting in it, and an old and vicissitudes of voice came slowly, seeming to feel a little out of breath.

"Ok."

To be honest, the mission that Botu and his team of companions received this time was considered leisurely and safe, and the rewards were good. The people who hired them asked them to safely transport them from Green Lake Town to Nasir Fortress.

For ordinary adventurers, or even ordinary natives, as long as they walk along the main road of Lanna Business Road, as long as they are not unlucky enough to encounter wild beasts deep in the foothills, there will generally be no risk.

But the old goblin who hired them almost had one foot in the River Styx, and it was very inconvenient to walk, but he still had to walk this long way, which allowed Botu and the others to get a big advantage.

Originally, Botu and the others secretly thought that after taking the old man to a remote place, they would simply kill him with a single blow. Even if he could not complete the task and would not get any reward, since the other party could afford the price, he would probably be rich. . However, the other party had obviously been on guard against their move for a long time, and directly asked them to sign a magic contract. This suddenly blocked Botu's unscrupulous path, and now they could only protect the other party to their destination.

"Cough cough cough!! Cough cough!!!"

While driving in the car, Albad, whose face was covered with wrinkles and mottled age spots spread over his skin, showed exhaustion and discomfort in his eyes.

This time he sneaked out of Green Lake Town and went to Nasir Fortress in order to study and study the valuable information brought to Nasir Fortress by the mage team of the Human Truth Council. The human mage Gunther was previously invited by Allen to bring a batch of information to Albad, which greatly inspired him and made some breakthroughs in his experiments. However, due to the lack of follow-up information, In the end, his research came to a standstill again.

Because of Albad's old and decaying body, Allen gave instructions to the goblin supervisors who took care of him in Green Lake Town, and only allowed Albad to move around in the town, even though Albad asked Tris several times to go to Nasir. The fortresses were all rejected by the other party.

In the end, he had no choice but to use seclusion for research as an excuse to seal off his research room for half a month. He secretly found a group of more reliable adventurers and hired them to send him to Nasir Fortress.

With half a month's buffer, even if Tris and the others later realized that they were missing, they would probably not be far away from the fortress. When the other party finally sends people to chase him, he can use the fait accompli as a reason to achieve his own goal.

Albad knew that the patriarch did this because he cared about him, but he hoped that before he died, he could get closer to the truth he was pursuing. Even if he still gained nothing in the end, he would have no regrets.

The soft animal skins placed on the carriage, as well as some ventilation props and scrolls provided by Albad, made the environment in the carriage as comfortable as possible, but it was still too rough for Albad, who even walked was a luxury. And the pain was gone.

Fortunately, we are not far from Namur Fortress now. It only takes three or four days at most, plus the time to cross the canyon, and we will be able to reach our final destination in six days at most.

However, Albad is still worried. His old body has slowed down his progress. The distance that an ordinary caravan could complete in half a month now takes more than twenty days to complete. He will disappear in two days. I am afraid that the news will be known to Tris and the others, and then they will report it to the patriarch.

No matter what, things have reached this point anyway, so let it take its course.

Thinking too much was useless, Albad continued to lean over, and struggled to check the vague book information in front of him. Occasionally, he seemed to find something in the depth, so he closed his eyes and thought for a long time. When he finally opened his eyes, he was either relieved or happy. It's a pity, emotions are always changing anyway.

But more often than not, Albad still huddled up on the soft animal skin in a daze, recuperating his energy. Now his body, even thinking about it for a little longer, has become a heavy burden, which always makes him feel a strong sense of sadness.

The journey was uneventful, and another four days passed. Seeing the huge and majestic city in front of him, Albad turned aside and squinted at the side of the carriage. After seeing the somewhat familiar scene, a light suddenly shone in his eyes, and then he Then it slowly disappeared into the depths of the eyes.

Suddenly there was a burst of dense and agile footsteps like raindrops coming from behind, running from far to near to the end of the road in the direction of Green Lake.

After noticing all this, Botu and his companions quickly moved the carriage to the side to make way for the team galloping behind them. After a while, a group of dozens of dwarf warg cavalry quickly approached, and they faced them. A mixture of majestic and light aura came over, and the chilling aura of the regular army made all the pedestrians and caravans coming and going around in awe.

suck! ! suck! !
  The leader of the warg knight was wearing a set of silver-white chainmail, and the gray-white warg under his command made a crisp sound as the gray-white warg undulated under his command. On both sides of the warg's back hip, there is an exquisite magic repeating crossbow hanging on each side. At this time, there are actually crossbow arrows hanging on the crossbow. The cold arrow shadow comes out of the crossbow arm and can be fired at any time.

When the warg ran to the side of Botu's car, he suddenly took a few deep breaths of air, then slowly stopped, his head twitched and looked at Botu's car.

"Wrap up!!"

After feeling the strange movement of his companions, the dwarf knight captain didn't know that he had finally found the rightful owner this time, and quickly issued an order.

"Alas! Alas! Alas! This warrior, do we have some misunderstanding!!!"

Botu and his party did not dare to resist at all. Just when the goblin cavalry surrounded them, they obediently put down their weapons, squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads, and began to shout loudly.

Facing such a group of well-equipped soldiers who are not easy to mess with at first glance, only adventurers with a sick mind would want to fight with them! Botu and the others just wanted to earn some pension money, not to die. To resist even though they knew they couldn't resist was to seek death. A mere mission was not worth sacrificing themselves.

Albad, who was about to rest his mind, was disturbed by the movement outside. He forced himself to get up without lifting the curtain to check. Just the strange aura of the warg said everything.

"Who gave you the courage to kidnap an important member of our clan!!!"

Plaka, the captain of the Warg Knights, had a serious face and bags under his eyes as he stared at the seemingly cooperative group of adventurers in front of him with murderous intent. Whenever they made any move, the crossbow in his hand would pierce dozens of their bodies. Blood hole.

"I'm afraid you may have misunderstood, warrior. We just picked up the old man in the car and hired him to escort him to the Nasir Fortress. This is not a kidnapping!!!"

Botu quickly explained loudly and pointed at the driver.

"Old man, please come out and say something and help us prove it!!"

The surrounding pedestrians and merchants were all in danger. Although some people were curious about who could attract the powerful Green Field Tribe cavalry to pursue them, more people were still afraid of being burned and hurriedly hid on both sides.

Some people really couldn't hide away, so they simply stayed far away and never came within one mile of the encirclement of this group of goblins.

Hearing that the guy he hired was so useless, Albad was not very angry. After all, he had built the dwarf light cavalry with his own hands. How could he not know how powerful they were. “You guys, please don’t make things difficult for these adventurers. I asked them to send me to Nasir Fortress!!”

Taking a breath, Albad shouted weakly from inside.

"Commander, is that you?"

When Plaka heard the familiar voice, her serious face suddenly changed a bit, and she shouted kindly inside.

"Don't you know how to open the curtain and see? Are you still afraid that this bad old man like me will harm you!!"

Albad was already struggling to speak, but in order to prove his identity, he raised his right hand to lift the curtain on the car window, revealing his original face.

"Commander, why did you run out without saying a word? We are all very worried!!"

Not long after Plaka joined the cavalry, Albad had already left the post of cavalry commander. However, in the hearts of the cavalry brigade, Commander Albad's prestige has not been shaken to this day. After all, most of the tactics and battle formations practiced by the cavalry were formulated in the hands of Albad. It can be said that he single-handedly created the two cavalry brigades in Green Field.

"If I say something, can I still say it?"

Albad looked at the unfamiliar dwarf captain angrily. Although they did not know each other, Albad still felt close and warm when seeing the cavalry he had built.

"Get out of the way for me quickly, I have to hurry!!"

"But Mayor Tris asked us to take you back to town!!"

Plaka said with embarrassment.

"Then do you believe that if you send me back to Green Lake Town, I will die in front of you on the way?"

Albad's face darkened and he threatened directly.

We have already arrived at Namur Fortress. If we turn back now, wouldn't our twenty days of suffering be in vain? And if he misses this opportunity, he may not be able to go to Nasir Fortress again until his death to check the remaining information in the hands of the Council of Truth’s mages! !
  "But……"

Plaka is somewhat at a loss now. As their boss, Tris has to complete the tasks he has given him and others. But looking at the current attitude of the former commander of Albad, it is absolutely impossible for him to follow him and others back, and with his current physical condition, it is probably difficult to guarantee that he will experience the pain of traveling thousands of miles again.

"Go away!! Otherwise I will ask you to take my body back today!!!"

Albad is making his last effort. Even if he dies, he hopes to die on the path of pursuing the truth! !
  A vague magic wave slowly floated out of Albad's body. After all, he is also a quasi-legendary figure who has found the path to legend. Although he is still short of that crucial step, no matter how old he is, he will commit suicide in the end. The power is still there.

"I……"

While Plaka was in trouble, there were waves of methodical footsteps coming from the east road, and someone from afar started shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Why is there a traffic jam ahead? Why don't you get out of the way quickly!!!"

The closer we are to the Namur Fortress, the more frequently the goblin defense troops patrol. Seeing caravans and pedestrians gathering and blocking the passing road, the patrolling goblin guard captain must bring people to evacuate these gatherings. Crowd, see what's going on.

"Look, now that I have entered the territory of Namur Fortress, I am protected by the army here, so you don't have to worry about my safety."

Arbad was overjoyed when he saw this, and pointed at the group of goblin warriors running towards him.

While the car was driving, Botu and the others, who were squatting obediently, couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, the old goblin signed a magic contract with them at that time. Otherwise, if they had really had bad intentions, they might not be able to enjoy the money they got!
  What makes Botu and the others a little puzzled is that since the old goblin who has always remained mysterious on the carriage has such a respected status in the Green Field tribe, why not just let the tribe send people to send him to the destination, but let them, outsiders, Escort! !
  "The 35th Squadron of the Warg Cavalry Brigade is on a mission. I'm sorry for the trouble it has caused you."

Seeing the majestic and powerful troops ahead, a dozen infantry soldiers, mainly hobgoblins, were running towards them with weapons in hand. In order to avoid misunderstanding, Plaka quickly shouted to explain.

"So that's it. I am Okocha, the captain of the 28th Squadron of the Patrol Battalion of the Namur Fortress City Guards. Is there anyone who needs our help?"

"Do not……"

Plaka was about to refuse, but when he saw the unpleasant look from Albad on the carriage and the firm attitude of the other party, he finally made a compromise: "It just so happens that I have an important person here who needs Heading to Namur Fortress, I wonder if you, Captain Okocha Guard, can escort him."

"There's absolutely no problem with that."

The surprised expression on Okocha's face flashed away, but he did not refuse and agreed directly.

"If Tris blames you when you go back, just say that I was the one who threatened death."

Albad breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Plaka with relief.

"Commander, please take care of yourself. I can handle the mayor's side myself."

Plaka glanced at Albad with concern, and the other person's expression shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that the short exchange just now consumed a lot of his energy. No wonder Mayor Tris was so worried about his old man!

“Then it’s up to you, Captain Okocha.”

"It's okay."

……

After a handover, Plaka and his team of cavalry quickly changed direction and disappeared on the bustling business road as if they had arrived. The Okocha team, which took over the escort mission, ignored Botu and other adventurers who were squatting aside, and drove directly to the Namur Fortress with Albad's car.

(End of this chapter)