The carriages carrying passengers were moving forward on the bumpy gravel road. This main road connecting the West Wind Kingdom and Wilga was relatively flat, but deep dents had been left on it by the carriages that had been passing by for many years.

The shock absorption effect of horse-drawn carriages of this era was not very good, and the road was not very smooth, so the passengers sitting in the carriages were a little shaky along the way.

After the initial novelty wore off, the passengers on the bus began to feel drowsy. Some closed their eyes to rest, while others simply leaned back in their seats and snored.

Loran Hill lowered his head, looking at a long letter in his hand. This letter was sent by the rabbit in the Tisilan Mountains using the silver-winged warbler, reporting some daily conditions in the mountains recently.

The Silver-winged Warbler is an original Sequence 2 monster. It is small in size, with gray feathers that gradually turn into a metallic silver at the edges of its wings. This bird flies very fast and is small in size, making it difficult to be discovered, making it a perfect messenger.

Before leaving, she taught Kanda some military tactics and strategies, hoping to train a group of officers. From then on, when it wasn't the busy farming season, she would have the rabbits organize military training, and all adult rabbit-eared people would take turns participating.

Loran Hill put a lot of effort into ensuring that every rabbit had basic military skills so that they would no longer run around in panic when faced with danger.

Sometimes they would also look for some Sequence 3 Gray Bone Apes as their sparring partners. This kind of monster has thick skin and flesh, making it difficult for swords and knives to penetrate it. It has enormous strength and is an excellent target for actual combat training.

After looking at the progress of the recent plans, Loran Hill put the letter away and put it in the pocket lining of his robe.

The training atmosphere is currently high. Perhaps due to the abundance of food and improved living conditions, the Rabbit-Eared Tribe are much bolder than before. Some have begun to actively participate in training and express their desire to join the legion. The current military strength of the Tixilan Mountains consists of guards for various cities and a small number of magical beasts. A larger legion is still under consideration.

Just as Loran Hill was still thinking about what style of legion to form, the carriage suddenly stopped and there was a burst of exclamations and noise from the front.

"Oh no, there was an accident up ahead and a lot of people died." A big man from the car in front ran over, opened the door and shouted loudly.

The people in the car were a little panicked and got out one after another.

A team of five carriages carrying passengers stopped by the roadside. Many passengers had already gotten off the carriages, and a group of people gathered in front.

Loran Hill also walked over curiously and heard bursts of noise.

"Everyone, listen to me. We should turn back quickly and then join the caravan in a few days. It's too dangerous to continue on."

"It's not that serious. The group of people who died were probably vendettas, not robbers. Look at the armor those guards are wearing. Most robbers can't beat them."

Seven carriages lay sprawled and burning on the road ahead, their arrowheads piercing them like hedgehogs. More than twenty dead guards lay on the roadside, most of them shot by arrows, while a few, after resisting briefly, were killed by swords. Not a single one was left alive.

The flames on several carriages had not yet completely gone out, emitting green smoke. Some of the burnt structures had carbonized into black, collapsing from time to time with crackling sounds, and a burnt smell filled the air.

"It certainly doesn't look like the work of bandits. They left no one alive and burned the carriages to destroy the evidence. Bandits wouldn't be so wasteful. Besides, burning carriages would be too conspicuous. This road is a trade route between two countries, and the army often comes to clear out bandits."

The black-haired young man who was sitting opposite Loran Hill was analyzing the situation calmly. Although his voice was not loud, the girl still heard it keenly.

They were indeed not robbers. The girl looked at the dead guards in front of her. Several of them were Sequence 2 experts who were definitely no match for ordinary robbers.

"Look everyone, there's actually the logo of the Carites Chamber of Commerce here."

A middle-aged man shouted, and then everyone gathered around and found that under one of the overturned carriages, there was a pattern of lacquer night flowers on the other side that was not burned.

The Carites Chamber of Commerce is a well-known large chamber of commerce in Wilga. Although it has only been established for more than ten years, it has expanded rapidly in recent years. It mainly engages in cotton spinning, citrus, fur, timber and shipbuilding. The night flower is the exclusive symbol of the Carites Chamber of Commerce.

"Tsk tsk, you actually dared to attack the people of the Carites Chamber of Commerce? Aren't you afraid of retaliation? I heard that the Carites Chamber of Commerce has several fleets equipped with artillery."

"Who knows? Maybe the leader of the Charites died here this time, and it's hard to say whether the Charites will even exist in the future."

"No way, isn't Angus the boss of the Carlites Chamber of Commerce? How could he die here?"

"That's not necessarily true. I saw him in Seabuckthorn City a few days ago."

"Is this true? If he really died here, this would be a big deal."

After hearing this, the people present were also a little scared and turned the bodies over one by one to check and confirm.

It took a while before they were sure that Angus's body was not among them.

"That's good. It's really unlucky. If Angus really died here and there was a conflict between the two countries, we would be the living scapegoats."

The group of people were a little scared, and finally decided to return the same way and quickly report the situation to the West Wind Kingdom. The Carites Chamber of Commerce has been engaged in trade between the two countries for many years and has a wide network of contacts. They just need to report this matter, and there will be bigwigs to take care of it when the time comes.

Loran Hill looked at the devastated scene in front of him and noticed drops of blood on the grass at the edge of the road, spreading into the distance. However, these drops of blood were very small and were quite far apart from each other, so no one else noticed.

While others were not paying attention, she slowly left the main group, and not long after, the passengers got on the carriage and returned the same way.

Following these blood drops, Loran Hill walked for a while, and then the clue was broken.

She looked at the grass that was clearly covered with traces of footsteps and guessed that the injured person must have bandaged his wound and then flown away.

There are not many people who have the extraordinary ability to fly, and most of them still rely on props to achieve it.

However, even if it was bandaged, it could not be hidden from Loran Hill.

In front of the masters of the Demon Sequence, the faint smell of blood in the air was so obvious.

At this time, Loran Hill no longer hid, and quickly moved through the mountains and forests. His black robe fluttered in the wind, but he did not make a sound, and was as silent as a ghost.

After running for three or four kilometers, her footsteps slowly stopped, and she heard faint conversations coming from behind the rocks in front of her.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

"I'm afraid it won't heal, Ceres, please put me down."

Then there were bursts of coughing up blood. Even though the voice was a little hoarse, Loran Hill would not be mistaken. It was Angus who had talked to her a few days ago.