Chapter 166 The Daring Bandits
Endurance is something that will always have an impact on your progress on the road.
But it so happened that none of the three people present were in short supply.
This run lasted a whole day and a night.
"call--"
In an open space near the main road, seeing that there were no more pursuers behind them, the three men finally had a chance to rest for a while.
"Now it's time to explain what's going on."
Levi lit a bonfire, set up an iron pot, and while cooking soup, he asked:
"I mean, your confrontation with Sauron and your corruption."
"I think you should first explain the two rings on your hand. As far as I know, most of the rings with strange powers in this world are not good things."
"The last time I saw this kind of ring was thousands of years ago. At that time, there was a human named Khamur. With the help of a ring, he became the most powerful warrior in the entire East. He possessed great wealth and power, and also mastered some magic. Some people called him a 'dark wizard'."
Huh? Before Levi could respond, Falodan was attracted by these words.
A powerful warrior, mastering magic, and being said to be a wizard... Why does this process sound so familiar? "But in the end, he was corrupted by the ring and became a servant of the enemy, the 'Nazwraiths'."
"I've explained the seriousness of the situation to you, Levi. If you have that kind of ring on your hand, it's not too late to take it off. I can help you - even if it makes my situation worse."
"You have too many doubts. I made these two rings myself. They only contain pure protection power and have no connection with Sauron's One Ring."
"So that's how it is... This is the best way..."
"It's your turn. What's wrong with you?"
As Levi spoke, he took out three wooden bowls, scooped out some freshly cooked broth and shared it with the two of them.
Alatar took a sip and felt that all his senses were cheering for this bowl of soup.
"You want to know what's going on?"
Levi nodded.
"good."
As if he was afraid that he would never be able to drink it again, Alataar drank the entire bowl of soup before slowly putting down the wooden bowl, standing up and walking away.
The moment he raised his hands, the clear sky above his head suddenly became dark.
The sea-blue robe fluttered without wind, and darkness burst out from his heart. The wise light in the wizard's eyes disappeared, replaced by coldness and indifference.
“Like this.”
His words were unclear and stung people's eardrums.
Boom! Everything suddenly disappeared, as if it had never happened.
Farodan woke up from his trance, while Levi remained calm from beginning to end.
“This symptom is quite serious.”
"A glass of milk? It might make you feel better."
Hearing this, Alatar took the milk without any doubt and drank it in one gulp.
"Thank you, it's better now," he said.
After a moment, he added: "Although it only took a short while."
Yes, it is a beacon-type permanent corruption.
"It's an effective milk healing magic, but it only works for a short while," Alatar commented.
"That evil force has been affecting my mind. There is only one way to deal with it - to deal with its root cause as well."
He shook his head helplessly: "But I'm used to it. I'll try my best to arrange everything before this..."
Clang.
As they were talking, there were some unusual noises coming from the road.
Farodan immediately put out the campfire and covered the soup pot.
Alatar quickly protected his wooden bowl.
The three of them hid and looked towards the road, only to see a gorgeous carriage galloping by, occasionally being hit by small stones on the road, making noises.
There was also a small group of guards surrounding the carriage, riding on armored horses.
"The royal family's carriage is surrounded by the most elite guards."
Alatar recognized these guys at a glance.
The three of them exchanged glances.
A moment later, three daring masked bandits rushed out from the middle of the road. One of them was wearing black armor and was very powerful. Even if the guards charged on horseback, they could not shake him at all.
The other man was wearing an ill-fitting tattered coat and holding a wooden stick. He could knock someone unconscious through the helmet with one hit. He was suspected to be an old soldier with many years of combat experience.
The third man was agile and extremely difficult to catch. He could use the dagger and longbow in various ways. The untouched sword at his waist indicated that his swordsmanship might not be simple either.
When the casualties reached more than half and the three bandits were still unharmed, the remaining guards quickly pulled the noble out of the car, dragged the man onto his horse and ran away.
The noble stared at the carriage and wanted to say something, but the guards covered his mouth with their hands, their eyes seemed to be emitting fire.
The three bandits did not choose to chase after the witnesses to kill them, but instead stopped where they were and searched the carriage in a rather awkward manner. They only left the scene after making sure that nothing seemed to be left behind.
In a wasteland far away from the main road.
"I found a letter with the royal seal."
Alataar took out his recent harvest.
"I found a rather ornate gilded dagger, and some gold coins. I believe these will be useful."
Farodan also placed his harvest on the ground.
"I found some food, some snacks I've never seen before."
Levi brought out a plate with a few small cakes of rather novel shapes on it.
“…”
"Don't look at me like that. You took away all the useful things, and you don't allow me to take some food with me?"
"Okay, that makes sense."
Alatar picked up a small piece of cake, chewed it while opening the letter and began to read it.
But the more he read, the more serious his expression became.
"A mobilization order mentions three main areas."
"The winding seaports in the north, the pass cities in the south, and the cluster of armed towns on the eastern road."
“Each one has extraordinary power.”
"If they succeed in uniting with the power of the capital, I'm afraid there won't be any force in the entire East that can resist them."
Alataar frowned and was no longer in the mood to eat the cake.
Farodan consoled him, "At least there is some good news. Didn't we stop the messenger?"
"No."
"It's just one of those things, even the most insignificant one."
"Three more groups are already heading towards those three areas."
Alatar shook his head: "It's too late..."
"I don't think so."
Levi finished eating the cake, put the plate aside, leaned over to look at the letter and said, "Doesn't this mean that the other three groups have just set off? This means that they are still on the road just like this group."
"I think it's not too late for us to chase him now."
Farodan thought for a moment and said, "We can only catch up with one group of people at best."
"But even if we can only catch up with one group of people, it will still be useful. Which way should we go?"
No one responded.
"There are three of us..."
Levi stared at the letter and said this.
"Yes, three."
Alatar quite agrees.
"Two of them must be crazy."
Farodan looked around and took a step back.
Two pairs of eyes slowly moved over.
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