"Great minds think alike, Manager Harry. I've noticed that too. These slippery rats don't dare to attack head-on because they know they're no match for us, so they resort to this method..." Sun Fei suddenly recalled the scene when he first arrived in Kingdom of Black Rock, where every night the King of Black Rock would send Prince Aike with a large cavalry force to harass them continuously. He had already vaguely connected some things in his mind.
"But they knew these methods wouldn't kill you, so why did they do them?"
Redknapp, the black-robed manager, naturally understood that this series of attacks was actually aimed at King of Chambord, and that he and the Soros Chamber of Commerce had merely happened to be there. However, despite his curiosity, he didn't consider avoiding the Chambord Expeditionary Army, this "plague." After all, for a merchant, a creed was etched into their very bones—it was absolutely impossible to obtain huge returns without paying a certain price; any investment required first and foremost a assessment of the return rate. And clearly, based on Redknapp's observations over this period, especially after King of Chambord displayed astonishing strength in his battle against the Blood Blade Mercenaries, and with his personal bodyguard Fernando Torres and the giant Oleg also demonstrating their value, Redknapp was even more convinced that the potential dangers his Soros branch caravan might face were absolutely worthwhile compared to the hidden value within King of Chambord.
As long as there is profit to be made, merchants will never lack the courage of the most reckless mercenaries.
"Who knows? Maybe they're stalling for time to prepare something, or maybe they want to exhaust us..." Sun Fei shrugged, nonchalantly saying, "Anyway, these guys definitely have ill intentions. Thinking about these things is too much trouble. Anyway, the mystery will always be solved eventually... Harry, I suddenly have a feeling that someone is waiting for us ahead. Maybe, hehe, we'll meet soon."
After treating the wounded, Sun Fei gave the order, and the army began to speed up its march.
Sun Fei led Angela back to the safer Princess Magic Carriage. Meanwhile, to avoid being attacked while alone and causing unnecessary losses, all the Saint scouts were summoned back. Sun Fei himself switched to [ Druid Mode ]. At this point, his level 32 Druid character could Summon five white psychic wolves and three Giant-Winged Raven. Sun Fei released all these Summon beasts, and the entire area, both in the sky and on the ground, was under close surveillance.
Because druids can switch their vision to the white psychic wolf and the Giant-Winged Raven in the sky at any time, Sun Fei essentially gained a pair of eyes, just like having military satellites and radar, allowing him to observe almost all movements within a ten-kilometer radius in real time.
On the surface, he remained calm, but in reality, murderous intent was rising within Sun Fei's heart.
The recent landslide injured five Saint and over a dozen Urban Management, several of them seriously. This was almost the most severe loss suffered by Sun Fei's troops since defeating the Black Armor Army in Chambord City. Had it not been for the timely treatment with Diablo World's potions, the losses would have been devastating. Furthermore, five guards from the Soros Merchant Caravan also perished. With such repeated despicable attacks, who can guarantee what tricks these scoundrels will pull next? What if someone really does die?
What a joke! My warrior can't die here.
Sun Fei made up his mind to teach these sneaky, secretive guys a lesson.
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the grassland before my eyes red.
The scenery is picturesque and so tranquil.
Suddenly, a tall, thin figure slowly appeared on a withered, yellow hill.
With trembling hands, he gently removed the black helmet from his head, revealing a gaunt face and a pair of tear-filled eyes. Gazing at the surging, mighty river in the distance and the majestic castle nestled among the mountains, he could no longer hold back his tears. He greedily inhaled the air, carrying the scent of his homeland's grasses, and knelt down with a thud, passionately kissing the soil beneath his feet, his body already trembling with excitement.
" Chambord City, I'm finally back alive!"
The tall, thin, burly man suddenly stood up, raised his hands high as if lifting his own soul, and let out a frantic roar.
With that roar, more and more figures appeared on the hilltop, running wildly from behind him. Each of them was dressed in tattered clothes and wore ill-fitting black armor. They were exhausted after a long journey, using the sharp knives and spears they originally used to kill as walking sticks. Their strength was completely depleted, and they had only been able to get here because of the unwavering belief in their hearts.
"I'm back... I'm really back!"
" Chambord City, my hometown, I can't believe I've seen you again..."
"Gods above, am I dreaming?"
This group of people were the Chambord miners who had finally arrived at the Chambord City after a long journey, escorted by Frank Lampard, the Heng and Ha Generals Drogba and Pierce, and more than twenty Saint.
Having endured a Hell existence in Kingdom of Black Rock, facing the constant fear of death at any moment, witnessing their companions, who had been their only support just moments before, instantly perish in mine collapses or under the foreman's knife, they had developed an unyielding attachment to their homeland. Each of them believed they might never again drink the waters of the Zuli River or see the walls of Chambord City before they died. Now, witnessing this stark reality before their eyes, they were finally driven utterly mad.
Suddenly, a gasp rang out from the crowd.
An Old Man in his fifties fell off his horse, and when people helped him up, he was already dead.
"Old Man Dick is dead... Actually, his body had long been pushed to its limit, he couldn't hold on any longer. If it weren't for his desire to take one last look at his homeland, Chambord, he might have died on the way..." Someone shed tears. "Now his wish has been fulfilled, even in death, he can be buried in his homeland."
A group of people were filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, as if they were in a dream.
Lampard, Drogba, and Pierce rode around on horseback to protect everyone. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but sigh. Birds fly back to their homeland, and foxes die facing their dens. The Old Man Dick had actually managed to hold on until he saw his homeland. Before this, even death had been defeated by this Old Man.
Lampard dispatched a fast horse to Chambord City to report his return.
Just then, a group of fast horses appeared from behind, galloping up to Lampard and whispering a few words. Instantly, Lampard's expression changed. He glanced at his compatriots in the distance, still celebrating their triumphant return from the calamity, and asked in a low voice, "How much further?"
"They have already entered the Kingdom of Chambord, and are about an hour away by fast horse."
"Damn bandits! How dare they so brazenly invade my territory of Chambord! They're courting death! But time is of the essence. Paul, immediately have the troops advance faster, maintain order, and strive to get everyone into the city within an hour. Didier, send another fast horse to inform Lords Best and Brook that a powerful enemy is attacking and to prepare for battle. You will stay with me to cover the rear."
Lampard quickly made the right decision.
In the border region of the fourth-class vassal Kingdom of Tadeke, in the Wind and Thunder Mountain Range, lies a narrow, treacherous terrain.
The narrow passage is flanked by towering cliffs, smooth and unclimbable, with not a single blade of grass or tree growing on them.
Several men dressed in black cloaks were furtively preparing something atop the stone peak at the top of the narrow gorge. Meanwhile, someone else stood on a high vantage point, intently observing the distant mountain path while urging, "Hurry, hurry, they're coming..."
A large group of people appeared on the mountain road in the distance, moving at a fast pace.
However, at that moment, a sharp cawing sound suddenly came from the sky, and a shadow with a strong wind rushed towards them. As soon as the several people in black cloaks looked up, they felt a darkness before their eyes, followed by excruciating pain. Three huge, jet-black Raven swooped down fiercely and gouged out the eyes of three of them with their steel-hook-like beaks.
"Aaaaaah... No! Help!!"
The three unfortunate men, having lost their eyeballs, screamed in agony, stumbling and falling haphazardly from the crevice at the top of the narrow passage.
Amidst the chaos, a headless, white-furred giant wolf suddenly appeared, surrounding the remaining four black-clad figures. A ferocious attack ensued, revealing a terrifying strength far surpassing that of the level-three magical beast, the Gale Wolf. Soon, only a pile of scattered bones, tattered clothes, and bloodstains remained atop the stone peak.
A dozen minutes later, the Chambord Expeditionary Army and the Soros Merchant Caravan finally arrived at the First Line Sky Canyon.
"Ah, there are a few more corpses here..." The fat Oleg smacked his lips and Shout in surprise.
"Keep going." Sun Fei wished he could kick this fat man, who was beaming with excitement at the sight of a dead body like someone about to get cystitis from holding in their pee and finally seeing a urinal, away. He was so damn shameful.
Redknapp, the black-robed supervisor beside him, examined the corpse closely. He noticed that, like the five or six other corpses that had suddenly appeared on the road before, these bodies, though broken, also had their eyeballs gouged out, making it seem as if they had been attacked by some wild beast. He couldn't help but think more deeply. Since yesterday's attack in the valley where a magic circle had blasted down a cliff, nearly killing people, King of Chambord had not only failed to strengthen vigilance but had also withdrawn his scouts and accelerated his reckless journey. Even more surprisingly, the journey had been smooth sailing since then, without encountering any further danger or attacks, and they had easily entered the territory of the Kingdom of Tadeke.
Apart from seeing four or five groups of corpses of men in black along the way, nothing else happened.
"It seems that King of Chambord did something in secret, pulling out these assassins who were preparing to attack... Could it be that he has a hidden force under his command?" Redknapp was surprised.
After passing through the narrow pass and walking for another two hours, we arrived at the edge of the Wind and Thunder Mountain Range.
Here, two solitary peaks, each a hundred meters high, stand out from the crowd, facing each other like two majestic warrior statues on the edge of the mountain range. Their unique shape has made them quite famous in the area, and they are called Twin Tower Peaks. After passing Twin Tower Peaks, it takes less than a day to walk forward, and you will smoothly enter the territory of the Zenit Empire, the destination of the expeditionary force.
However, when the group approached within about 500 meters of the Twin Tower Peaks, Sun Fei noticed a group of about a hundred Golden Helmet Knights standing guard at the foot of the peak. They showed no intention of making way for the expeditionary force. At the head of the group stood a young man with a youthful face, wearing golden armor and holding a golden helmet. His long golden hair flew wildly in the wind, and he rode a strange magical beast. He exuded a faint aura of danger and was staring at him from a distance, his gaze filled with hostility.
Second update.
I'm delirious with fever, and my cold is getting worse; I feel extremely unwell.