My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"It's spoiled and neglected. The father of the city lord Fingers is really bad, and it's useless to apologize to me." Xiao Nuo smiled and said, "I have to ask the common people to forgive me."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will find a way."

"Who is that nobleman who was hit?" The boy continued to ask and answer.

Fingers took a deep breath, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's Your Highness Troy, I'm really sorry, Prince Snoke, if you can see him, I beg you to express my most sincere apologies to Your Highness again on my behalf."

After saying this, Fingers did not get a response from the boy for a long time.

The man was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes slightly, only to see that the red-haired boy on the horseback actually restrained his fierce aura, and his red and magnificent pupils glowed with joy. When Fingers looked up, the boy suddenly He opened his mouth and asked, "Master Fingers, where did Brother Troy go?"

The man said: "This... I'm not very clear, but His Royal Highness Troy is in the small town of Arrow, maybe he wants to go abroad. His Highness also dyed his eyes and hair gray, and he may go out with the caravans going out for trade. .”

As soon as the words fell, the young man immediately turned the horse's head, and the black horse gave a long howl and shook its front hooves.

Fingers heard the prince on horseback say quickly: "If the city lord is busy with government affairs and has no time to manage the children, then he should delegate the work at hand to the next level, and stop the so-called nobles oppressing the common people. It's easy. Once again sparking the conflict between the common people and the nobles, City Lord Fingers, I think you also understand—it’s actually very simple to replace someone in the position of City Lord, isn’t it?”

Fingers froze, his eyes widened slightly.

The meaning of Prince Snoke's words is very obvious.

His lips parted slightly, his heart seemed to be oppressed by an invisible big hand, his beard trembled slightly, and finally he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and lowered his eyes: "...Yes, Your Highness."

The sound of the horse's hooves, stepping on the ground, the sound became farther and farther away, but Fingers' heart was still not at ease.

There are five or six tribes of Melat people around here, and they are very vigilant when they move forward.

Troy and Shelley opened the barrier again, and the young man walked in the middle of the line so that both sides could take care of them.

Sitting in the carriage, the girl carefully wiped the sweat off Cato's forehead. The young man blushed and said softly, "Thank you very much, Miss Shelley."

"It's okay." The girl said, "I have to thank Mr. Cato for taking care of me along the way."

Troy glanced into the window, then quickly looked away, rode to Ravenloe, and asked, "Have you bought maps from other caravans that have walked through this grassland before, sir?"

Ravenlo said: "Yes, but that map was from a few years ago, and I can't see it now."

There is no fixed road in the grassland, and the grass will grow slowly. Even if there was a path before, it has already been covered by overgrown green grass.

"So... now, Mr. Ravenlow, are you walking by intuition?" Troy asked with a wink.

"It is." The man said with a smile: "After so many years of travelling, the only thing I have learned is that I won't get lost."

Troy: "...you are already very good."

Being able to tell the difference between east, west and north by feeling, the young man felt that he might have to reach the age of Mr. Ravenlow, so as not to get lost.

The peaceful journey will not last long.

The elf flying in the sky suddenly landed on Troy's shoulder.

The young man paused for a moment, without needing to speak, his eyes turned cold and serious, and he said, "Mr. Ravenlo, we must speed up."

Seeing his strangeness, the man turned his head and whistled to the horses pulling the cart behind. Those horses, who were already walking in a hurry, seemed to have received some orders suddenly, neighed, and ran even faster!

The carriage was bumpy, but the hemp rope trapped the goods tightly, and even with violent shaking, those things did not fall.

The goods pulled this time were not fragile, so everyone didn't have to worry about them being damaged.

A group of caravans were running on the grass.

The sudden acceleration of the carriage caused Shelley to lean back and accidentally leaned against Cato. The girl sat up quickly, her face flushed slightly, and said, "Are you all right?! Did you press on Mr.'s wound?"

"No." Cato said, "Miss Shelley holds the handrail, be careful."

The girl's eyes darkened slightly, "Please don't worry about me, I will protect myself."

After she finished speaking, she pulled out the magic wand at her waist, turned over and jumped onto the roof of the carriage.

The fierce wind was blowing in the air, Shelley clenched her magic wand tightly, and when she raised her eyes, countless arrows rained down in the sky and shot fiercely towards the crowd!

These arrows are mixed with powerful dark elements. The arrows are surrounded by dark purple light, and lightning passes through the sword. It should be thunder elements.

The thunder element belongs to the dark element, and it is extremely lethal. It is the unique elemental power of the Merat people.

Troy's protective barrier blocked a batch of lightning arrows, and a few cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, and the barrier would not last long.

And after the first wave of arrow rain, those lion-faced Merats poked their heads out of the tall grass like mushrooms after rain.

All of them looked ferocious and fierce, with greedy and bloodthirsty rays of light in their eyes, surrounding everyone.

The convoy was forced to stop.

The dark purple light floated on the body of the Melat, causing the grassland, which was originally a clear sky, to suddenly burst into strong winds, attracting dark clouds.

So the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shelley tried to control the wind and let them take the dark clouds in another direction, but the elemental power of intermediate magic was no match for these orcs.

The dark clouds were slightly blown away by the wind for a certain distance, and then quickly returned to the original place, and accumulated more and more.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the clouds, perhaps the group of Melats wanted to summon a thunderstorm.

There is restraint between elements.

During thunderstorms, Troy's Fire Elemental will be less active.

But fortunately, the magic wand made of mahogany branches can increase the power of the elements, and the two offset each other, which is no different from ordinary ones.

The elf hid in the boy's collar in fear the moment the orcs appeared.

Sliding along his neckline to his chest, trying to hide his whole body.

The little wings made Troy's skin a little itchy.

The boy said helplessly: "Don't tremble, don't be afraid, you will be fine."

The elf flinched again.

So Troy gave up, endured the itch in his chest, and said to Ravenlo next to him, "Mr., step back, and I will block them."

"Be careful." Ravenlo exhorted.

After he finished speaking, he pulled the reins of the horse and ran back, took out guns and ammunition with other team members, and aimed at the Melat people who were gradually approaching on both sides.

Scanning around roughly, the number of people should be about [-] people.

Troy frowned. There were five or six tribes, but there were a lot of people.

I'm afraid the next battle——will be a little tricky.