Twenty Sided Dice

At noon the next day, Siegel set out with Sir Bill and left the west gate of Creekwood Town. Here, together with ten members of the "Golden Coin" caravan, they escorted three carts to the Hub Fort.

The people in the caravan looked like honest civilians. They had traces of long-term labor, their shoulders and palms were covered with calluses, and their coarse clothes were tattered by ropes. The men talked to each other, but were reluctant to share the subject with Sir Bill. Whenever the Jazz rode past, they would bow their heads cautiously and hurriedly rush to the work at hand.

Only the accountant of the caravan, McKate, would talk to Sir. To be precise, he came to chat on his own initiative. This man is in his thirties, the age of ambition. There is a shrewdness in his words and expressions, and he likes to lick his lips as he speaks, as if he is always thirsty. He never revealed much information, but kept asking questions. As long as you speak, you will attract endless words from him. Siegel felt tired listening to his nagging, so he didn't have much interest in talking to him.

Sir Bill didn't bother to pay attention to him either, always using various excuses to leave. Sometimes he would pull out a pale yellow silk handkerchief from his cuff, and gently wipe the corners of his dry eyes, pretending to be in tears, so as to interrupt the accountant's nagging. This handkerchief will always attract other people's ideas, it's the trophy of the jazz - Creekwood is a warm town, there are many unnoticed battlefields, countless opponents worthy of hand-to-hand combat, and it is exhausting. Jazz tucked the spoils back into his sleeves and straightened up on his horse again. He still had a whole new world to conquer.

"Put things on the wagon and start training." After using the handkerchief as a prop, Jazz would ride his horse past Siegel and say to him, "Run first, then walk and swing your sword." As for the later, the handkerchief became a sign that Siegel needed to start training.

In this way, in the fine and mild weather of May, the group set foot on the cloak avenue. It is a long, smooth trade road that runs westward from hills and valleys. On both sides of the road, you can see patches of green farmland. A few farmers are leaning against big trees and praying for the good weather. When they see the caravan passing by, they will come over and ask what is on the carriage. The accountant will be kind enough to lift the canvas for them to look at: Look, what a good apple sapling and loam.

The jazz galloped down the road on horseback, taking care of both ends of the caravan. The most dangerous is when they have just left the town. Many farmers here are the eyes of robbers and robbers. They don't mind getting a piece of the loot, or simply getting a few silver coins for selling news. However, the goods of the "Gold Coin" caravan are really not attractive. Only the hub castle needs to plant a lot of fruit trees on the hills to improve the food shortage. The robbers do not have the skills of fruit farmers, and they are not interested in planting.

The caravan was very peaceful along the way, and the coachmen walked with their heads down. Only when they stopped to eat occasionally, they would chat and laugh happily while holding the food. In order to get to their destination as quickly as possible, they stop only once a day—for dinner to rest, and after breakfast to hit the road.

The fact that there is no lunch makes Siegel very uncomfortable, especially since he has been maintaining a large amount of exercise. From the point of view of the driver of the caravan, this was simply cruel abuse. Siegel would run back and forth twenty miles in the morning, stab two thousand, slash five thousand, and then run another twenty miles. This is only the amount in the morning. In the afternoon, he needs to squat and jump on the ground, walk upside down, and then keep swinging his sword until it gets dark.

So, no lunch is absolutely intolerable.

This kind of exercise is carried out every day, and the benefits are also very obvious. Siegel's physique is more slender and his stamina has been greatly improved. The muscles in his shoulders and legs swelled, and his back showed distinct lines.

At first, they were still traveling in places where people could be seen, but soon this good road was over, and the caravan entered more desolate areas. There are many such areas in the New World, most of which have no fixed water source and are not suitable for settlement. They are simply collectively referred to as wildlands. There are no residents here, let alone a hotel, and the road conditions are much worse. Cloak Avenue is sometimes covered with weeds, and only faint traces can be seen, so you need to proceed with caution. The woods here are eerie, covered in rotting foliage and twisted vines, making it difficult for pedestrians to navigate. Many animals live in such undisturbed woods, and they can often hear their singing of wild freedom.

Sometimes, when the road climbed to the top of the hill, Siegel could see the entire wilderness. To the west and north of them are rolling high mountains known as the "City Wall Mountains", which are the dividing line between civilization and barbarism. There are many cliffs and it is difficult to climb, and the top of the mountain is covered with a layer of snow all year round, hidden in the thick clouds. To the southwest is a stagnant swamp that, even on the hottest and clearest days of the year, is shrouded in a black mist. Legend has it that the swamp is haunted by evil ghosts, turning living beings into terrifying undead, trapped in the black mist and wandering endlessly, never resting.

The road began to go downhill, and Siegel could only withdraw his eyes and refocus on his daily exercise. At this moment, he felt the whole caravan stop, and the jazz came on horseback.

"There is the wreckage of a carriage ahead. There is no cargo or corpse. Only the short arrows of the goblin can be seen. Let everyone be alert, keep the stick and fork at hand, and we will pass here quickly."

Siegel was allowed to suspend training, and he was finally able to sit in the van, holding a short crossbow and fully alert. Soon, they saw the truck by the road: the wheels were removed, the carriage was broken into pieces, and several broken wooden barrels were lying on the side. rusted. It was at the bottom of this broken barrel that Sir Bill found the arrowhead, which, from the point of view of the craftsmanship, was in the style of the goblin. I didn't see anything else around, it must have been cleaned up by robbers.

After leaving the crime scene, the surroundings began to become gloomy without knowing it, and the woods on both sides of the road gradually exuded a malicious atmosphere, which everyone in the caravan felt. Sir Bill had been leading the caravan forward, and he no longer rode away, but stood by the wagon. The tense nerves persisted until the night, when they had to camp.

A light rain fell slantingly from the sky. The raindrops were thin and dense, and the wind was blowing like fog. The whole forest was full of crackling sounds, and the road became slippery and difficult to move forward. The caravan found a slightly elevated terrain and set up a simple tent to shelter from the rain. The rain in the New World in May will not last long, and the stars will still shine at night.

"Those robbers shouldn't show up." The coachman hid under the canvas and exchanged opinions in a low voice, "No one will come out when it rains."

Sir Bill is another theory, he has a battlefield instinct. He told Siegel, "I smelled the goblins before it rained, so they wouldn't be too far away. The only thing that has an advantage over us is the moon—tonight is a full moon night, and we won't be there. Fight in an environment where you can't see your fingers."

As he said, after the rain stopped, the clouds dissipated quickly, and the bright moonlight filled the camp. At Sir Bill's insistence, the coachmen, full of complaints, surrounded the three wagons in a simple triangle. Drive the mules to the middle and fasten them to the cart. The accountant reluctantly contributed two saplings—because they had been under the canvas, the saplings were not wet. The bonfire finally burned, and the fire made everyone feel a lot better. Siegel was always busy, he needed to keep dry and wet wood, and he made a lot of simple torches.

The sergeant told some to go to bed first, and others to keep watch with him. They hide behind the cargo, minimizing their exposed silhouette. At the beginning, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of burning wood behind him could be heard.

In the second half of the night, there was the sound of water splashing in the woods, like it was raining again. Sir was awake, knowing that it was something moving, shaking the trunk, shaking the rain. He called everyone up. Whether they were shivering with fear or not, they had to stand in the back of the van with a stick or a wok, fighting for their lives. Sure enough, after a while, a dozen pairs of green eyes lit up from the jungle, and a small team of goblin robbers finally caught up with the caravan.

Goblins are humpbacked, ugly, short creatures with boar-like faces and bat ears. They are nasty creatures who always cause trouble for farmers and hunters. If there are only a few goblins, the assembled villagers can drive them away. But this creature is very fertile and eats everything, so if you're not careful it will give birth to a large herd.

These goblins quietly approached the caravan, but did not come out of the jungle, they seemed to be still watching. This is an anomaly, as goblins are always swarming, using their numbers to quickly overwhelm their opponents, which is their nature. This group of goblins clearly has other tricks.

Just as he was thinking about it, exclamations suddenly erupted from the other direction of the caravan, and then a low roar was heard. Siegel stood up to check, but was jerked down by Jazz. A goblin arrow whizzed past the squid's head, nearly hitting him.

Siegel knew his mistake and couldn't help blushing. But he knew right away that he had more important things to report. "I took a look just now, and there was a strong goblin riding a wild boar and was about to rush up."

Sir Bill pointed to the bottom of the carriage. In fact, he had already seen the situation of the Hog Rider from this direction, and Siegel's face turned even redder. Ser said, "You help defend the goblin, little brat. I'll deal with that goblin bear."

The wild boar rider launched a charge, and the half-ton mount stepped forward with its stout hooves and charged towards the car formation with its fangs raised. The goblins on the other side also began to charge, and they jumped out of the jungle excitedly, waving their mace, and babbled.