Law of the Devil

Chapter 58 [Snow Wolf Mercenary Group]

Watching this little magician use bottles to collect venom from the Deceased Monster, Dadaniel and three other Lesters couldn't help but focus. Such a disgusting thing, this little magician collected a bottle full of it like a baby, and carefully collected it...

Looking at the disgusting meat, the people sighed: "This magician is no ordinary man."

The badly wounded Machete Warrior and the bloodspitting guy will take Dewey's sleigh out of the forest. Dewey gave them the four snow dogs to pull the sleigh with... Anyway, these are the old magician's things, and Dewey is generous and generous. Besides, the road behind is getting harder and harder, most of it without a sled.

But before the two wounded left, Dewey hesitated for a moment. After all, both of them were injured, and if they encountered any more beasts on their way back, they would not be able to defend themselves.

Duvalier pondered a little bit and collected the same round of dragon stool powder that the old magician had thrown last night back from the ground. He wrapped two packets of parchment paper, and the rest, despite the strange eyes of the two wounded, spilled them all on their clothes.

“So you won't have to worry about the Warcraft attacking you on your way back.” Dewey's tone is very relaxed: “You have wounds and blood on you, and I fear it will attract the Beast. ”

“What is this thing?” Dardanelle looks at these green powders. His expression is the same as last night when Dewey asked the old magician.

“Well...” Dewey smiled with a mischievous smile: “These are faeces, dragon faeces. ”

“Oh…” the three men suddenly released, except for some surprised expression on their faces, but without any appearance of discomfort, let alone any disgusting or disgusting expression.

The Machete Warrior even laughed happily: "Good idea! Haha, back in the northwest, we used to spill lion urine on tents in the wild to prevent wolves on the grasslands. Haha... But the dragon's faeces, the magician is a magician! Such a precious thing, the magician can also get... haha. ”

This guy looks like he doesn't feel like he has enough dragon dung on him. I can't help but throw a few more on him.

Two casualties were sent away, and Dewey packed up the rest. The old magician somehow left behind a bunch of magic potions and even a small piece of magic crystal, and Dewey studied it and determined that it was probably a piece of material used to set up the magic array. Dewey laughed and put it all away.

Dardanelle took Dewey back to their previous camp. After the camp was attacked by a rotten corpse monster, there was nothing left to lose.

Dardanelle picked up two arrow bags and carried them with her from two dead companions. Then Dardanelle dug the pit and buried his companion.

There were eight of them when they came out, and now there are only three left.

There's also a sleigh, but the sleigh snowdogs all ran out in last night's attack, and a dog was bitten off half by a scavenger in last night's attack, and after midnight, the rest of the body was frozen into ice.

The tent was crooked, and Dewey didn't hesitate, flipping something useful with Dardanelle, and finally Dewey hit his attention on the sleigh.

The sleigh is broken, probably by a corpse monster who stepped on the trolley last night.

In Dardanelle's puzzled eyes, Dewey pulled out a knife, pryed several planks from the sleigh's seat, and then cut a rope from the tent, tying two rectangular planks to the soles of her boots.

“What is this?” Dardanelle asked puzzled.

“It works in the snow, you can try it, it works.” Dewey smiled.

Dardanelle had great respect for this unexpected little magician, and although she couldn't figure it out, she also learned how Dewey was tying wooden boards to the soles of her boots.

And then, on his way, he immediately began to admire the little magician.

The deeper the forest, the thicker the snow! Often you step on one foot and snow can't even reach people's knees! And with the planks underfoot, the wide planks are stretched so that when walking, the feet don't fall deep into the snow.

And Dewey even taught Dardanelle to use the planks under her feet to glide in the snow!

Skiing is one of Dewey's favorite sports of his previous life.

With this simple, coarse “snowboarding", it's easier for both of them to go forward.

“By the way, Dardanelle, there were five of you who ran away last night, and I saw the first guy run away by himself... is that one of yours from the Lester family too?” On the way, Dewey asked casually.

“Hmm, the Lesters don't have that kind of death scared crap.” Dardanelle was disdainful: “It was a leather merchant in a town in the south of the woods, and we gave him a sum of money to be our guide, but that idiot took us around the woods for three days and couldn't find a damn thing. When I get back this time, I'm gonna peel his skin off! ”

After a pause, Dardanelle whispered: “Unlike other adventurers, we are from the Lester family and cannot force our way through the guards of the Border Patrol. We can't get the Lesters in trouble. So it was also up to that guy to pay for the patrol officers to let us into the woods. But now it looks like most of the money we paid to bribe officers was misappropriated by that guy. ”

The two men left the sun until noon. Walking in the snow all morning, despite the snowboards made by Dewey, under the test of cold wind and cold weather, and the hard walking of the snow... all this is a severe test for both of us in strength and perseverance!

Dardanelle is a martial arts fighter, naturally much stronger than Dewey, but he was injured last night. Although the wound healed under the action of magic potion, the blood lost was magically irreparable and his body inevitably weakened.

Dewey was also tired, and his body was much better with that strange exercise of an old magician recently, but after all, how strong could a 13-year-old be? Without this skateboard, Dewey wouldn't have made it.

I wish I could learn how to fly in the wind system. Dewey mumbled in secret, but when he saw the cold breeze here, Dewey sighed...

Even if you can fly, with your magic power, in this level of cold wind, you can't fly very far, and your magic is exhausted.

They were also heading north on their way to the depths of the forest. Dardanelle obviously knows more about wild life than Dewey, and in the conversation Dewey learned that Dardanelle was a mercenary when he was young, but he never came to the frozen forest. When he was younger, he used to serve as a bodyguard for traders smuggling leather goods on the Northwest Meadow.

He's used to this kind of wild dining day.

The Marquises of Lester, because they are not hereditary titles, have no territory or private army of their own. It is even more unlikely that a large number of private samurai and armed forces will be recruited like other nobles.

So all the people sent out to the woods this time were the Marquise's guards. This Dardanelle is the deputy captain, who died last night in an attack to cover the escape of his companions.

“We did not bring too many people, because in such dangerous places, more and more people of ordinary skill can only die and become burdensome.” Dardanelle's nose was frozen red, and he paused for a while, but he wasn't tired, he just understood the young magician.

In the communication on the road, Dewey felt that Dardanelle was very nice, enthusiastic and respectful of herself. After coming to the world, Dewey, who had no friends, soon developed quite a fondness for this enthusiastic samurai.

Dardanelle grabbed a slice of snow and stuffed it in her mouth until the calories in her mouth melted it into water and swallowed it a little.

After quenching thirst, Dardanelle glanced at the sun above her head: "Your Mage...”

“Call me by my name.” Dewey laughed, “Don't use salutations, Dardanelle, it's just the two of us, and now we're buddies. Besides, I'm not too old. ”

“Okay, Harry.” Dardanelle smiled softly: “I think it's past noon, this far north place, especially early in the morning, we'd better hurry forward and find a place to camp before dark. By the way... your dragon shit, any more? ”

“There's a lot more.” Dewey laughed.

“That's good.” Dardanelle's eyes flashed in darkness and whispered: “Unfortunately, if you met you one day earlier, you had dragon dung in your hand, we would not be attacked by a warcraft in the middle of the night, nor would the captain die. ”

“Death cannot be brought back to life. My dear Dardanelle.” Dewey consoled: “The dead pass away, and the living inherit their legacy, so long as we succeed in finding the golden-eyed python, the dead will not die in vain. ”

Dadaniel's spirit was vibrating, and he said, “That's right! Harry, you make a lot of sense... are magicians very versatile? Tell me about you, how admirable you are to be a magician at such a young age! Tell me about you. You must be from a good family, right? Only rich people have access to magicians and learn magic. ”

Dewey couldn't help but say plugs.

He began to regret hiding his identity from this cool guy. In the face of this guy's smile, Dewey was embarrassed and blurred a few words, skipping the conversation about himself.

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By evening, the sun was already setting, and the two had finally found a slightly lower ground where the camp was windproof.

But when two people came around the woods, they found this place occupied long ago!

“Alert!! ”

Suddenly a whistle was heard in the woods, and then immediately, two snow-white men jumped from the trees, and Dewey looked closely, both in snow-white leather, and then a dozen heavily armed men circled behind the woods! Some of these men were wearing leather jackets, some were wearing leather armour, and the weapons in their hands were different, some with swords, some with knives, and others with short axes.

The next few had bows and arrows aimed at Dewey and Dardanelle.

These vigilant guys are relieved to see two humans, not a monster.

“Well, it's two people. Looks like we met a fellow traveler.” A man like the chief came over and laughed: “Oh, you rarely see two people walking this far into the ice-covered forest! ”

Dardanelle's hands pressed against the knife handle and watched these people with vigilance. Dewey smiled and shouted, “Who's in charge here? ”

“That's me.” This chief looked at Dewey with a slight contempt on his face: "Oh, it's a little kid... ah, I see, you're looking for a camp, right? I'm sorry, this place was occupied by two of us, but if you don't mind, we can allow you to camp in the woods next to our camp. Just be careful not to break into our security circle. ”

“No, no, no...” Dewey shook his head: “We don't want to be a dinner for warcraft camping in the woods! Let us in. Can we join your camp? There are only two of us, we won't take up a lot of space... and you're here to hunt for the Mercenary Corps of Warcraft, right? Maybe we can help each other. ”

These people looked at each other, and suddenly they were laughing, and the chief looked at Dewey, and they looked at each other with disdain: "Kids, what can you do to help us? Did you get up in the middle of the night and pour us a piss pot? Haha... Let's go! I don't want to embarrass you, for the sake of all the adventure travelers who come to the frozen forest. As long as you don't get yourselves in trouble. ”

Instead, Dewey took a step forward: "No, I insist. ”

The chief looked a little heavier: "Oh, you want trouble? Kid..."

Dadaniel gently pulled Dewey, whispering: “I know these guys' badges, they're from the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps. These guys are crowded, so let's not get in trouble.” Dardanelle looked at the badge on the chief's chest and whispered: “Let's go somewhere else. ”

Dardanelle had an adventurous life when he was young, he knew a lot about some of the famous mercenary regiments on the continent, and he knew that none of these guys were easy to mess with... are some of the fatalities!

Even in adventurous activities, there will be fighting each other, black eating behavior is common!

Fortunately, Dewey and Dardanelle didn't have anything on them, watching them walk lightly, and these guys didn't care.

If Dewey and Dardanelle had a heavy harvest... I'm afraid these guys are about to get nasty!

Conflict with this kind of guy is not a smart move, although this little magician is a bit skilled, but the dozen people in front of him are obviously just peripheral guards, more than a dozen guards, at least a hundred people in their camp.

With two people on your side, don't get in trouble.

“Hey, Dardanelle, listen to me.” Dewey was afraid nothing would happen to him, and he was sure that the old magician still didn't know where he was around...

Dewey deliberately made a proud look at this guy in front of him. This man wears a leather coat, and the weapon in his hand looks remarkable, but it's supposed to be a little character: "Oh, you're the Snow Wolf Mercenaries, right? As for you, you must be just a small captain. Can you represent the will of your mercenary regiment? ”

Dewey was right, this guy was just a squad leader in charge of perimeter security, and he frowned, “Kid, what do you want to do? If you want to take a bitter head, I don't mind a little activity. ”

He said, with a long sword in his hand and a funny smile on his face, he walked toward Dewey.

However, he took only a few steps and immediately stalled!

Dewey was still standing there with a smile on his face, but he had raised his right hand, palms facing up, and gently dragged a burning fireball in his hand!

The mercenary corps is an intellectuals traveling north and south! With a smile on his face, the child's palm turned into a fireball!

“Is this how the Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment treats a sorcerer?” Dewey smiles and smiles with disdain: “Okay, then I'll remember. ”

Dewey finished, pulling Lada Daniel: "Come on, my friend, it looks like these people are strong enough not to need a magician. In such a shitty place, they don't even understand the minimum principle of mutual help. ”

Magician! This kid is a magician!

Everyone, including the captain, stood still and looked at Dewey no longer in disdain, but in awe!

“Stand down! Idiots!” There was a shout of abuse in the woods, and then a tall man walked out.

The man was wearing a rhinoceros leather coat, and in this ice and snow place, he was naked, revealing his explanatory muscles, and behind him was a snow-white cape with a yellow beard and a very powerful raw face. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but when he came out, the vigilantes withdrew: "Captain! ”

The captain immediately took a few steps, but the group glared at him: "You have embarrassed us, my brother, back off. ”

After that, the captain ignored his men and walked up to Dewey with a smile on his face, shouting: “My lord magician, my men are a little impolite! I apologize for their irrationality! ”

Dewey smiled: "Are you? ”

“This is the leader of our Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment, Captain Bienrich!” A mercenary next to him replied out loud, his voice was bright and he smelled proud.

Dardanelle's eyes flashed with a glimmer of fine light, whispering: “This guy has a nickname, 'Son of the Storm', and is a distinguished figure in the mercenary circle of the north of the mainland, known as one of the three northern mercenaries. I've heard his name. ”

Bain Rihihaha laughed, "What son of a storm is just a nickname from someone else. All right, I'm done introducing myself, Your Mage. May I have your name? ”

“Harry Potter.” Dewey replied with a smile, "I'm not wearing a magician's robe, I'm not wearing a badge, but it's customary in this shithole, I'm sure you understand.” Looking into the captain's eyes, Dewey slowly said, "My people and I have no malice, we have our own business to do in the ice-covered forest. I believe that in such a shithole, it would be good for both sides if your mercenary regiment could be joined by a magician… even for a few days, wouldn't it? ”

“The Snow Wolf Mercenaries absolutely welcome the Magician at all times!” Bain Richhaha laughs: “I am saddened. Every time I come to this precious place, those annoying warcraft are troublesome. With the help of a magician, business is much better! ”

Saying, Bienrich glanced at Dewey and waited for Dewey's answer.

“I would be happy to offer some help.” Dewey's answer made Bienrich happy: "As you can see, Mr. Commander, there are only two of us, and in this shithole, it's always good to have more company, isn't it? ”

“Please, Mage, our camp is just ahead of us and I have two bottles of good wine in my tent!” Bain Richhaha laughed and led the way with enthusiasm.

Dardanelle frowned, and Dewey pulled him over, whispering, “Dardanelle, stop talking! It's the first time you and I have ever been to an ice-covered forest! Neither of us is familiar with this place! But these guys, they come here all the time! They are familiar with the terrain and environment! Much better than the two of us looking around blindly in the woods! ”

(Friends with tickets, help smash it, thank you all.

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