Below, Elden Juggernaut

There are still lonely heroes walking in the borderlands. In this world where individual strength surpasses everything, there is no shortage of heroes in the literal sense. Maybe some hero doesn't like the flying dragon and cuts off its head.

It doesn't matter who the nobles want to blame. Anyway, the villages around Mengliu Lake must have stopped. After doing a good deed, Tang En felt in a good mood and felt like a hero.

After walking along the Mengliu Canyon for a long time, I met many nobles with heavy guards. Even Tang En was stopped many times, but there was nothing on the carriage, so he was let through. I don't know why. What, looking at those nobles who were full of unwillingness, Tang En was very happy.

Around afternoon, Tang En finally left the mountain path in Mengliu Canyon, turned a corner and drove onto Ningmgfu Avenue. This avenue can accommodate four horse-drawn carriages driving straight eastward, and finally entered the Gelid area.

And the breath of the decisive battle has also spread here, the road is full of checkpoints, and noble soldiers wearing various family coats of arms are checking passers-by.

The lords of Nimgfor are at least nominally allies of the Holy Tree Army, and of course they are responsible for searching for Gaelid spies, and by the way, they also earn some extra money.

The Rhododendron Legion is not an isolated case in the borderlands. Until now, there are very few legions that have maintained strict military discipline.Tang En parked the carriage behind a group of wandering merchants, and casually glanced at the several corpses that were about to dry out hanging on the big trees by the roadside.

They have taupe skin, short stature, and look a bit like goblins. They are demihumans.

The rulers of the borderlands are human beings. These demihumans are slaves, let alone human rights. Only Kalia regards them as allies and is responsible for harassing the shores of Lake Lienia. However, demihumans are too weak, and any knight can Can kill dozens.

"Tsk, bullying bastard." Tang En spat, and he had to 'thank' the Golden Tree for something.

In ancient times, a dwarf like him had no human rights at all, so he could only be used as cannon fodder, probably not even qualified to defend the city.

And there is a small castle behind the checkpoint, the wall is not high, and several sea lion flags are hung, which is the residence of the lord of this area.

"Why did you stop?" Selian lifted the curtain and stuck out her sleepy head.

"There are soldiers checking." Tang En pouted forward, and said again: "You better not show your face, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"Is there any collusion between Ningmgfu and the Academy of Magic?"

"That's not true. I just hate some bloody things happening." Tang En shrugged. This teacher didn't realize it. In fact, she was quite beautiful, at least more beautiful than any maid I've seen in Stonewell.

As a low-key person, he naturally hates gossip dramas.

"Tch, it'll be fine if you kill them all." Ser Lian grinned, really ruthless.

However, she shrank back, and just patted Tang En on the back: "When will the next manuscript be delivered? If you don't have enough brain power, I can make some medicine for your brain as a teacher."

"I'm writing, I'm writing." Tang En was perfunctory, and then started thinking wildly again.

If it wasn't about Gayled, it would be good to just drive around the border with Selian, and it would be a road movie style.

He thought of a very old anime, this teacher was somewhat similar to that cute wolf in some places.

Perhaps it was because the memory of the siege of the Inner Palace was too painful, and I don't know where to show my force. Tang En would rather think wildly than write. Thinking about it, the sky has already dimmed.

"It's so slow, what are these bastards doing?"

Just like a holiday highway traffic jam, Tang En stood up a little impatiently. Seeing that the checkpoint in front of him was immediately put up with a roadblock, he frowned and called to stop the wandering businessman passing by the carriage.

"Friend, what's going on ahead."

His tone was kind, and he looked harmless to humans and animals. The businessman dressed as a gypsy turned his head and said helplessly:

"I heard that it was the Red Lions that closed the avenue, so it's over."

What?Road closed?

Tang En frowned, even if it was reasonable, it was very annoying. He is now full of spiritual rings, and all kinds of daily necessities are piled up in the carriage. If he leaves the road, he can't carry it on his shoulders.

"Then is it okay to take a detour through the South Avenue?"

"The path in Mengliu Canyon is also blocked, so I can't advance or retreat now."

Ok?

This news surprised Tang En a little. He glanced at the sighing businessman. This kind of businessman suffered the most and was the most well-informed. He simply tore open the curtain and talked to Se Lian, and jumped out of the car to walk side by side with him. .

After revealing his desire to buy, the wandering businessman named Bolk immediately felt better, and he graciously led Tang En to the side of the road.

A bonfire was lit there, and a few wandering businessmen were sitting around the bonfire drinking and chatting. They were dressed in shabby clothes and were relatively short in stature. They looked like the weather-beaten old Jianghu.

In fact, wandering merchants are not so much a profession, but more like a nation. Their ancestors were also conquered by the Golden Tree, and for some reason, they annoyed Queen Malika.The latter issued an oracle, not allowing them to engage in politics, join the army, or even settle in towns, so they could only wander around.

But Tang En knew that these wandering businessmen were not simple, so let's not talk about their relationship with epilepsy, what is even more exaggerated is:

No matter what dangerous situation is, ah, it takes ten lives to get there, these merchants are always there!

After everyone introduced each other, Tang En found a corner and sat down. He found that these wandering businessmen were quite talkative and had a wide range of knowledge, from the scenery of the snowy field to the border war, and from Malika's love affair to Ladagang. What kind of scum, cheating the feelings of Queen Full Moon with a pretty face.

"You are very courageous, and you are not afraid of being burned to death by the followers of the Golden Tree." Tang En sipped his wine while roasting the fire.

This wine was brought from the giant snowfield, and it has a unique coldness, swallowing it feels like burning your throat.

Cool!

Tang En wiped the corners of his mouth. It's been a long time since he drank such a strong wine. Seeing him like this, a businessman laughed, and Bolk next to him poured him another glass.

"Little brother is not very old. He seems to have experienced a lot. He can drink such a strong drink."

"In today's borderlands, whoever survives doesn't have much experience?" Tang En swung his wine glass, and seeing a group of businessmen feel a little disappointed, he smiled freely, "Don't talk about these useless things, I want to buy something, I don't know if you have any?"

"Let's just say, we can't compare with those big caravans in terms of scale, but there are a lot of weird things." Bolk patted his chest, and the golden people who can drink with them, the lowly people, regardless of the oracle more common.

"This first thing, I want a holy seal."

Tang En's first purchase request was very strange. The holy seal is a medium for prayer, which is attached to various denominations, but ordinary people can't use it at all.

Strange as it may be, wandering traders still have professional ethics, and they don't ask. The last person who set up a stall outside Rodel City said that he has.

The holy mark of the golden tree, this palm-sized golden cross still has dark red blood stains, and according to him, it was picked up on the battlefield.

'Good luck. Tang En rubbed the cross, thinking that the wandering merchant is really powerful, and he can get such a rare thing.

After confirming that the opponent was capable, he directly started the coin-sprinkling mode.

From unknown map fragments to vague information, from hypnotizing pots to beast bone poisonous throwing knives, from anti-holy livers to silver bird claws, all kinds of strange things have been collected, and there is even a special bottle. of scarlet fat.

I don't know how many times this thing has changed hands. It is said that it is extracted from a certain lake. Since it can't be used at all, it is sold at a low price.

Tang En used up the rune that was rolled from Stonewell, and then reluctantly ended the coin-throwing mode, and put everything into the box contentedly.

"Little brother has a good eye, and the things he picks out are quite useful." Bolk looked at Tang En with some appreciation. The merchant also has a specialty, which is to mix all kinds of junk together, and ordinary people really can't tell them apart.

For example, if a piece of sculpture was deducted from where, they can blow it up as a remnant of an ancient relic, and then let the bully buy it at a high price.

I don't know how many lessons I skipped using these things, how could I not recognize them.

Tang En smiled and said nothing. He only said that he had read a lot of books. Now that he had finished shopping, he didn't bother to continue talking nonsense. He happened to see a few large carriages passing by on the main road, so he raised his hand and asked:

"Isn't the road closed? Why should they go?"

"Oh, that's a slave cart." Bolk looked contemptuous, "The golden people cannot be treated as slaves, and those nobles have to find slaves from other places."

The night wind blew up the tarpaulin, and there was indeed a steel cage underneath, filled with all kinds of aliens, including demihumans I had seen before, some ugly hybrids, and some jars.

These jars are also living things, that is, a 'pot' with limbs, which is usually used as cannon fodder, and can also be used as a tool for nobles to play.

Because there is flesh and blood in the pot, once it explodes, the visual impact is very strong, and some people even feed all kinds of flesh and blood as pets to pass the time.

Tang En was a little annoyed at those gazes, but he saw too many dirty things, and he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business. He just glanced at the knight accompanying the carriage, and asked casually:

"Speaking of which, it's still far away from Gelid, why should the road be closed?"

"The aristocratic master lost his nerve, hey, it just so happens that Ars is back, he should have news."

A peddler came from the checkpoint, his face was not very good-looking, and he took a sip from his companion's wine glass.

"Damn it, this shit can block the road."

"Tell me, the nobleman is in a bad mood and the road is closed."

"It has nothing to do with them. It was a flying dragon that burned a village at noon. Earl Brant here said that he would gather troops to attack, so he blocked the road."

A group of merchants were stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Did the Earl shoot his brains out? With such a big crusade, he can leave with a flap of his wings."

Dragon slaying has always been the act of a lonely hero, and the dragon clan is not a fool, so why not run away when they see the army coming.

Bolk was also out of breath from laughing. As soon as he picked up the wine glass, he felt something was wrong. Looking sideways, Tang En, who was holding the box, froze in place, narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously. , he felt a terrifying killing intent.

"Little brother, you, what are you?"

After the words fell, the obliterating intent disappeared without a trace. Tang En paused for a moment, showing a kind smile.

"I didn't expect that flying dragon is still there. It's really hard for these nobles. I'm going to rest first, and you continue to drink."

"Okay, I will often come to take care of business in the future!"

When the friendly greeting came, Tang En didn't look back, stayed away from the bonfire, and hid into the cold night.He said nothing, and went straight back to the carriage.

Se Lian was reading a book with a distorted face. Seeing that Tang En brought back a big box, she poked her head around curiously, and curled her lips when she found that there were no precious experimental materials.

"They are all things for war. Hey, when will you become a qualified scholar." Se Lian showed a rotten expression, and then unexpectedly found that Tang En ignored him, and he had already started to talk back normally.

"not in a good mood?"

"Not really, it's just that I underestimated the lower limit of some people. In the borderlands, heroes who are chivalrous and righteous are really useless." Tang En buried his head in sorting the box, took out the things in the spirit ring, and took out the killing tool Put it on your body.

Se Lian raised her eyebrows. It was rare to see Tang En like this after being together for so long. There was fury under his calm appearance.

"What happened?"

"Just some follow-up to Yakir."

"do you need my help?"

"No, I'll do it for you. You can drive directly to Shuihuan Village. Remember to slow down."

"Whispering." Selian nodded, not pretending to be sentimental, she continued to read without raising her head.

"Then go and come back quickly, oh yes, you just said that heroes are useless, so what is useful."

Tang En put on the helmet of the lost knight, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Shura!"

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Chapter 80 Alexander the Jugman

The full moon hangs high, and the night wind is cold.

Tang En jumped off the carriage and bathed his whole body in the moonlight. The people lining up around him were already asleep, but he didn't see a 'Lost Knight' suddenly appearing in the queue.

'As long as you can achieve your goals, is it all the same with or without Yakir? '

It can't be called a miscalculation, it can only be said that it underestimated the evil of human beings.

That's right, the nobles can hold back the news and let a dead dragon continue to live. As long as it is still causing damage, the nobles of Ningmgfu will have an excuse to stop blood transfusions to the Holy Tree Army and prevent a meaningless battle. War consumes one's own property.

As for leaks?Sorry, dead people can't speak.

When Yakir is needed, it must live, and when it is not needed, it can die in peace.

"It's very poisonous, and it's also very much in line with the interests of all Ningmgfu nobles. In the face of this group's interests, any law and conscience are useless."

Tang En looked at the small castle behind the checkpoint. The walls were covered with soldiers, they stood silently holding torches, and there was another checkpoint in front of the castle, where Kaidan mercenaries on horseback patrolled back and forth.

It looks very elite, as expected of Ningmgfu's regular army, there are hundreds of them, it is difficult to get in.

Tang En jumped off the embankment and stepped forward on the soft mud covered with fallen leaves. He saw a nobleman drinking on the tower from a distance, and stretched out his thumb to calculate the distance.

Too far away for magic to hit.

Without making a move, he quietly touched the front of the checkpoint. With the aid of the brazier, he fixed his eyes on the slave cart in the central open space, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly had an idea.

When Tang En was looking at the slave cart, Earl Brant, the lord of Shuixuan Village and Shengren Bridge, was also looking at the slave cart. As the owner of the middle section of Ningmgfu Avenue, his family was very rich and relied on tolls alone. You can reap a lot of money.

Of course, as a gold noble who moved from Rodel with the previous king, his mind is quite flexible, and he has developed many businesses besides tolls.

"Damn Valkyrie, you cut off the trade route between Ningmgfu and Galid." He stroked his mustache, his handsome face was full of indignation, the nobles of Ningmgfu didn't want to participate in the Broken War at all, I just want to make a fortune in this remote place.

"Fortunately, with the war, I can recover some costs from the slave business."

He swung the wine glass, his majestic and handsome face was full of smiles, turned around, and raised his glass to the other nobles in the hall.

"Everyone, I have decided to share [-]% of the profits of these slaves to make up for your recent losses."

The five well-dressed nobles couldn't believe it. After a while, they all raised their wine glasses.

"Glory to the Brandt family!"

They are all nearby lords, but in the border area, the strength of such small lords is very weak, and it is very difficult to raise two or three knights, and some are simply equivalent to the village chief.

"Hey, we are all the noble blood of the Golden Tree, and we should help each other." The earl took a sip of his wine, pressed his palms calmly, and walked into the resplendent hall with piercing eyes: "Especially when a big war is about to start, we will help each other." There must be unity."

"Your Earl is right. When our lord can't provide shelter, we have to do our best."

"That's right, Greg is really humiliated. He is no longer qualified to lead Ningmgfu."