I have a shelter

Early the next morning, before dawn, Moss and others got up early to pack their bags. For this trip, in addition to twenty 'wind carriages', there were also twenty carriages. These carriages are mainly used for resting. In addition, the wind carriages are too large. When passing through certain towns for supplies, the wind carriages may not be convenient to enter.

Of course, it is also convenient for disguise when robbing others on the road. The robbers carrying the Wind Shuttle are so easy to recognize. It was easy to follow the clues and find the Frostfang Tribe and Qiong Eagle. On the other hand, they can disguise themselves as bandits from other tribes.

So on this road - at least within the territory of Elda, the Wind Shuttle will not enter the city. Therefore these carriages were necessary.

These carriages can also be used to rest during normal times. In an emergency, they can even be hung on the wind shuttle and let Gerry Jones pull them for a distance. And since there were no important supplies in the carriage, it wouldn't be a pity to lose it.

The total number of people traveling this time was more than 300, including 200 bodyguards, 100 Dawn Knights, and 100 Southern Wilderness warriors. The others were laborers and grooms as well as scholars and priests.

"Boss! These 'Icon Beasts' of yours are even stronger than the Great Chief's 'Icon Beasts'!" Moss patted the scarab in front of him and said extremely excitedly.

Ever since Moss came back from the tribe, his name for George had completely changed. The little chief had become BOSS. From a psychological level, I have become more and more recognized for this boss.

George nodded. This was the first time he heard the term Icon Beast. According to Roosegaarde, the ancestors of these terrifying killers, the Night Demon, were creatures from the War of the Gods—— The Sun God's favorite 'Gerry Jones'.

The first thing the Southern Wasteland believed in was the true Sun God. Therefore, George speculated that the Icon Beast might be the real Gerry Jones, or their descendants.

'Perhaps the great chief who unified the entire Southern Wilderness is the relic chief who obtained the true sun god. Their faction does not believe in the set of beliefs after the magic reform of 'Sodiraya'. I don't know. It's not about this'

While George was thinking, Moss suddenly looked at George with stern eyes and shouted loudly: "Moss guessed it right, you are the shaman of the Sun God!"

"???"

George subconsciously glanced around and suddenly remembered that he was in his own territory, and that he was surrounded by his own people. At this time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he really wanted to take on this false reputation, if these words were heard by the Holy Court, it would not be a joke.

He quickly expressed his "political correctness".

"Moss, I have not read the 'Book of Prophecy' of the 'Sun Shaman'. But among the classics I have come into contact with, it is said that the Seven Gods and the Sun God are one. These 'Dragon Weevils' followed the sun to the valley. , I think it also corroborates the statements in many classics." George used his skills as a magic stick and spoke many words: "So according to me, shaman is just a title, and the sun warrior is actually the same. The patron saint of the world."

Even if the Pope hears these words, he will definitely bring a big red flower to George.

After he finished speaking, George looked at Moss and found that this guy was patting his head a little too clearly to understand the implications of his words. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "If you say I am a shaman, then I am a shaman, but... Don't say this in front of the priests of the church. You know, there are still many extreme people in the church. They are paying me a salary now - I always have to make ends meet. If I don't have food to eat, so will you. There’s no food to eat.”

"Moss, remember, having food to eat is indeed more important than fame." Moss patted his head and nodded. Then, he stared and said, "I won't talk to those church priests. When we meet, we will only fight!"

Although the matter is not as extreme as Moss said, the enmity between the Holy Church and the tribe is indeed not small. In fact, just a few wars alone have caused more than just grief in Southern Wilderness, but the key point is that the people in the Holy Court are very persistent in correcting the beliefs of the people in Southern Wilderness.

Therefore, after hearing this, George sighed secretly: 'It seems that it is not an easy task for the Holy Court and Nanhuang to stand together to deal with the devil. At present, only guys like Dawn Knight can talk to the people of Southern Wilderness. ’

The Knights of the Dawn who believe in the Faith of Dawn are all devout Templar Knights in name, but if viewed strictly according to the standards of the Holy Court, they are all 'hidden heretics', or each of them is a true templar. 'Unbelievers'.

Neither of them believed in God, but they were extremely tolerant of other people's beliefs. Naturally, he would not be annoying in front of the people of the Southern Wilderness.

But if you don’t believe in God, no matter how great your faith is, in the eyes of the holy men in the Holy Court, they are all heretics and unbelievers.

At this time, Gale, who was not far away, saw the big boss coming and took the initiative to say hello.

"Thank God, sir. If it weren't for these 'Fengxing Shuttles' of yours, our group would probably have to bring more than two hundred vehicles and a thousand people." Gale sighed and said: "Even if there are 'Mo Mr. Si, please help us. It’s not easy for us to supply supplies on the road.”

George touched his chin and did not answer. In fact, he originally planned to bring more than a thousand people with him this time. But after hearing about the supplies and itinerary, he gave up this plan - I'm afraid it would take at least seven or eight months to go back and forth.

George had never worried about safety issues - just these twenty Gerry Jones as bodyguards were enough to go all the way.

‘Looks like we’re going to have to find more bandits to cooperate with on the road. Otherwise, such a small number of people would not be able to completely mess up Southern Wasteland along the way. ’ George thought about it secretly.

Gale didn't know what George was really thinking. He smiled and said: "Sir, our number can be considered a large-scale caravan. This year, another caravan united by various chambers of commerce in the Kingdom of Elda also has the same number of people."

"Yeah" George nodded and moved his gaze to the crowd not far away.

Soraya was sitting on the head of a Gerry Jones, speaking something to the crowd around her - it seemed as if she was explaining a question about the allusion to the Sun God raised by a certain shaman just now. She spoke in an understatement, but Moss and the others around her listened attentively.

Seeing this scene, George secretly laughed. Now that his group of magicians is getting bigger and bigger, there is no need for him to go to great lengths to make up stories to deceive people about many things - if he is allowed to tell them, He had to write a few manuscripts about the allusion to the sun god a few days in advance, but Soraya and others came right out of the gate, and they all said serious oracles.

Seeing that the team would still be preparing for a while, he planned to leave room for Soraya and others to perform. So George got on his horse and ordered the two German knights beside him: "Tell Lady Soraya that you will leave in a while, and I will catch up with you - you also need to speed up a little, it will be dawn soon." ”

Seeing George getting on the horse, Lorna quickly got on the horse too, following closely behind his horse.

‘Rona also has an important negotiation mission with dragons and wild elves! Fool George doesn't know, he wants to get rid of Lorna! ’

So far, this guy has not said whether he will take her with him or not. She suspects that this guy wants to get rid of her.

Tanya was leading the knights for training in the military camp. After George rode through here, he arrived outside the city.

The racecourse outside the city was crowded with people. Many residents who went out to work in the morning stopped and watched.

Leiden, who was in the open space at the edge of the racecourse, was leading several nobles dressed as civil servants to conduct a handover with the people of the Southern Wilderness tribe.

Many of the horses needed to be sent to other territories. Originally, according to Leiden's plan, a large number of people were needed to drive these horses, but the enthusiastic people of the Southern Wilderness took the initiative to undertake this task.

A dozen of them can drive thousands of horses. Together with a group of people sent by Leiden, some equipment and other items needed by other territories were also transported there. This can be said to have solved a big headache for Leiden.

These tens of thousands of horses are organized in an orderly manner under the management of the Southern Wilderness people. Each group contains more than 3,000 horses, no more and no less. In the shaman's singing, these horses are almost like the soldiers arrayed in formation. The crowd of people watching pointed and talked. It wasn't until I had finished my addiction that I was dragged away by the community leader.

But the next group of people passing by filled the gap in the crowd.

Lorna looked around, not knowing whether to look at the horses or the interesting people. But she memorized all the war songs of the shamans - she found that not only the horses could understand these songs, but also the little bugs on the ground!

It's just that those little bugs don't want to pay attention to the shaman

After George watched the horses for a while, he couldn't help but be surprised: "It seems that these horses will rush to various territories in advance." ’

After staying for a moment, George patted Lorna next to him: "Go away, you stinky girl."

Then George rode away from here. Lorna reluctantly followed the fool George.

After leaving the crowd, they pursued the caravan that was already heading southeast.

Lorna faced the rising sun from the east and sang a song. This is not a song in common language, but Little Stutterer sang it without stuttering at all.

In the morning sun, the small flying insects in the grass chased towards the singing, dotted around the two horses.

"Why are there so many little locusts flying around?" George slapped him hard on his horse.