Ride and Cut

When all you can see is a vast expanse of farmland, it means that Alpine Fort and his team have entered the Bordeaux Plain, which is known as the granary of Pompeii.

The theoretical area of ​​this plain is only slightly more than one-tenth of the Pompeii Empire, but the grain production can account for a full quarter. Once the autumn harvest is over every year, the grain trucks starting from here will drive to every corner of the country along the smooth road, and even go abroad.

So this is of course the richest place in Pompeii, and even ordinary farmers live quite well. In addition, as a fief directly under the royal family, the plains of Bordeaux are rarely plagued by thieves and bandits, which is really a rare pastoral scenery.

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In fact, this year should be considered a relatively difficult year.

Because the climate is extremely cold, the crops in the field are a little wilted, and it is foreseeable that the harvest will not be very good. However, the farmers did not relax at all because of this, and they were still as diligent in their work as in previous years. They worked tirelessly to weed, repel insects, and fertilize, and stepped on water wheels to get water from freshly broken ditches to irrigate the fields.

They firmly believe that the sweat they put in will always be rewarded. Even if they are a little short this year, they will always be able to make up for it in the coming year. And once captured by the devil named sloth, the soul will fall into hell and suffer forever.

This idea has been the spiritual pillar of Bordeaux farmers for generations, and it can even be regarded as a simple philosophy of life.

From the Age of Titans to today, time has not brought much change to the simple way of life. Stability often also means monotony, and the villagers here are also looking forward to day and night, there will be bards or vendors passing by, adding a bit of color to the boring life.

On this day, a very strange team ushered in the Great Plains of Bordeaux, which attracted children from the surrounding farms to follow all the way, looking at them with curious and innocent eyes.

They are not merchants or bards, but pedestrians passing by. There were no more than thirty people in total, driving several four-wheeled carriages, including coachmen, servants and warriors.

These warriors are basically barbarians or half-orcs, and one of them is very exaggerated in size, and the strongest Bordeaux boy looks like a half-grown child in front of them.

Although they looked lazy and not very nervous, when they camped next to the farm to fetch water last night, the militia captain who had joined the army said that these people were actually very strict in formation from the beginning to the end. The laziness must be because they are used to seeing big scenes.

The captain also said that even if hundreds of militiamen from more than a dozen farms in the surrounding area were gathered together and used all kinds of indiscriminate means to beat down the black hand, it would be impossible to win against the No. 30 people.

Ordinary villagers don't know that much, and they are not ready to fight hard. However, thanks to the naturalization policy introduced by His Majesty in recent decades, half-orcs are actually not uncommon in Pompeii, even if they are particularly elite, it is nothing rare.

The really strange thing is that above the convoy, there is a person who often flies in the sky, wearing strange baggy clothes, and stepping on a heavy broadsword.

Everyone thought that since he could fly, it must be a master magician who didn't run away, and that kind of strange loose clothes must be the magician's robe. As for why he was stepping on the sword, maybe it was to express his contempt for the warriors - he stomped the warrior's weapons under his feet, just to express his contempt.

Traders who have been to the great cities say that wizards despise warriors. Although I don't know why, there is an example in front of me that can be used as a talking point.

The problem is that it doesn't matter if he flies quietly, but he still laughs and screams while flying:

"I am the Supreme Master!"

"Twilight in the North Sea!"

"I am the king of the world!"

The voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly two thousand yards away, and it was full of strange words that no one understood. The villagers thought it was a magic spell at first, and many people were so frightened that they wanted to move overnight, and the piglets in the stables were all gone.

As a result, I waited in fear for a long time, but I didn't see half a fart, so I felt a little relieved, and hurried to mow the grass to feed the pigs.

"The bards say that magicians are either geniuses or fools. It seems that this is probably the latter." So the farmers quietly slandered.

The so-called foolish magician, of course, can only be Baron Pioneer, Lord of Alpine Fort, Dragon Slayer, Scarlet Ripper Richard. It is said that among the group of young fighters, he has many admirers. If he sees this scene, he does not know how he will feel.

According to common sense, one has to cultivate to the moonlight level and have four brilliance eggs, in order to gain the ability to offset one's own weight and fly freely.

But Xinghua Sanctuary Li Cha still flew into the sky with his ability——

The magnetic defense power brought by the Heart of Iron is only equivalent to the power of one hand. For others, it can only be used to deflect the opponent's weapon in close combat. But to the lord of the Alpine Castle, it is no exaggeration to say that the whole world is open to him.

According to Buckland, if Richard didn't play tricks, he would be sorry for his crooked mind.

The lord's strength is too strong, even with only one arm, he can hold a galloping horse, and of course it is so easy to hold himself up.

So in theory, as long as a magnetic force is applied to a piece of iron to make it float, Li Cha will be able to take off by standing on it - this is definitely not a problem for him, even if it is not the magnetic force that can only be applied to one object, it is more than enough to bring three or five people together.

However, theory is just theory after all, and many problems beyond theory are often encountered in practice.

Stepping on a sword and keeping your balance in motion is not as simple as it seems. Cruise mode is okay for hustle and bustle, but it is easy to be thrown off by a slight change of direction, especially when Li Cha still has his hands caged to pretend to be chic.

Hurt is more pragmatic. In fact, he has already mentioned to him that it will be much safer to sit in an iron pot. If it is too crowded, you can also replace it with an iron bathtub. But the lord was determined not to follow, and no one could understand why he was so obsessed with flying on a sword.

"It's called Yujian, you can't help it if you don't understand me." Li Cha opened his mouth, and sure enough, he said strange words that made everyone confused.

"My monk, how could the imperial bath tub fly?" The lord spread his hands, his face full of inability to explain to you.

Li Cha was also wearing a gray robe with a very special shape, which he called Taoist robe according to himself.

When I threw the blueprint to the elf tailor, even those with the most discerning sharp ears were full of praise for it. They all said that this kind of mage robe has a distinctive style and a unique aesthetic feeling, with a kind of elegance that seems to go with the wind, and it is a clear spring for the depraved trend.

As a result, when it was shipped, the foolish tailor took it upon himself to rust a whole pattern of the lord fighting the undead dragon with gold thread, and there were more than a dozen angels dotted around it.

The lord said: "If you don't hurry, I will kill you on the spot."

There was a tradition in Pompeii called cuspre, which meant having fun by impersonating a character who didn't exist, someone who was obviously a little bit involved.

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