Volume 3: Dramatic Changes in Life Chapter 201: Bloodthirsty George (1)

North of the City of Alexandria, on the main road to the Temple of Inquisition.

Although autumn has just begun, the flat plains of the Perada Empire and the fields that can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road make the wind blowing on George's face full of the crispness of autumn. The warm sunlight shines on George's silver-white hair, sparkling with beautiful reflections.

Under George's crotch, the sound of the hooves of the Nightmare Beast King Xantos echoed in his ears. With the camouflage spell cast by the Elf King Alvin, in the eyes of ordinary passers-by, Xantos looked It looks like just an ordinary dark horse. However, Xantos' speed is real. Due to the effect of the camouflage spell and the difference in speed, his running posture will seem to be dwarfed in the eyes of others.

If there is a lot of traffic on the road, this "shrinking the ground into an inch" may cause many traffic accidents, but fortunately, there are not many caravans heading north today. During the half day that George rode, there were only dozens of them. Most of them are merchants who are preparing to cross the national border - the outpost of the Tolstoy River - to trade with the great Arkan, the country of the Order camp.

Of course, there are also mercenaries who carry out the tasks entrusted by the Adventure Guild.

Although most civilians could not see the camouflage spell on Xantos, there were always one or two sharp-eyed mercenaries who noticed Ni Duan from the phenomenon of "shrinking into an inch". Of course, although most mercenaries with this vision would not choose to take a desperate risk to rob a strong man who has the confidence to continue using disguise spells, there is always a shortage of impulsive fools in the world whose abilities and ambitions do not match.

Just like the mercenary group that used its numerical superiority to surround George in the middle of the road, it was the same as the thieves group.

"This little brother, meeting you is fate. Don't rush on your way. Chat with your brothers for a while before leaving. We will personally take you on your way."

After the strong man at the head calmed down the somewhat disobedient mount, he licked some fresh blood stains on the scimitar, showing an excited look.

George recognized it at a glance. The opponent was quite strong, with an average level of second-level combat power, and was all equipped with nomadic warrior equipment that had just been snatched from some unlucky businessman—a machete, white cloth armor, and other equipment produced in A small pony in the mountainous area north of Staffgard that is very adapted to mountain warfare.

The country where the power camp is located, Staffgard, is a camp whose main population is barbarians. It is located in the far east region of the plane and survives and develops in the mountains and plains.

In the strength camp, the second-level high-level nomadic warriors who serve as the main combat force of the army. Their strong physical fitness honed in the mountains, as well as their sharp scimitars and durable mounts, make them possess The three most popular advantages of light cavalry in war are high mobility, high lethality, and high cost performance.

Of course, although these nomadic warriors who were guest-starred as mercenaries were fully equipped, they did not have the same strong physique as the nomads, nor did they have the "one man and horse" coordination with their mounts.

Even so, if this group of thirty-horse mercenaries wants to go all out to capture the orders of ordinary third-level low-level or even intermediate-level human warriors, they have a good chance of winning.

Unfortunately, the opponent miscalculated on two points - firstly, George was already at the third level of advanced combat power. With his endless methods, he could escape even enemies with the third level of peak combat power.

More importantly, George is more than just a "human"!

"Level 1 chaos spell, spark!"