Emperor of Arcane

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April 22nd.

The sky is clear and blue.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, like a huge fireball, releasing energy enthusiastically.

Bloodmoon City, southeastern warehouse area.

Adam Smith's Thorn Caravan bought a huge warehouse here.

It was very lively outside the warehouse, crowded with cart drivers preparing to set off.

It was still busy inside, and the last batch of purchased goods was being loaded onto the carriage.

In the center of the warehouse, boxes of magic crystals were carefully loaded onto the carriage.

While directing them, Adam Smith looked worriedly outside the training ground, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Last time I returned to Blood Moon City.

Adam Smith thought that with the clay golem brought from the Gulf and the elite soldiers representing his identity, he could dispel the greed of those guys.

But he never expected that those guys would be so arrogant.

Not only did they have no intention of peace talks, they even assassinated him!

Adam Smith almost died!

That fatal arrow pierced his chest before anyone could react!

Even his personal guard captain Meren did not expect that someone would be so bold as to carry out an assassination in Blood Moon City!

At the moment when he was unable to dodge, Adam Smith could even see the faint blue poisonous light reflected slightly on the deadly arrow.

The other party just wants him to die!

Fortunately, people hesitate because of surprise, but clay golems don’t!

Adam Smith, who was still frightened, still clearly remembers the joy and anger that went straight to the top of his head when the tall clay demon stood in front of him!

Therefore, after receiving the secret message from the Gulf Territory, Adams decisively chose to obey.

He waited a few more days, purchased more supplies, and gathered more refugees.

At the same time, Adam Smith also spread the news of his assassination throughout Blood Moon City.

By the way, I would like to promote my own Thorn Caravan and Gulf Territory.

The purpose is to warn those guys - "I know it's you who did it!"

Adam Smith looked at the time and glanced at the caravan members who were making final inspections.

Time is up!

He walked into the tightly guarded teleportation room with two clay golems.

As the blue teleportation light flashed, 50 figures appeared in front of Adam Smith.

Adam Smith recognized Beelzebub, the burliest one, at a glance. When he saw the dark red full-body armor on his body, he felt a sense of tension coming towards him.

"Has he become stronger again?"

Other barbarian soldiers, also wearing thick steel armor, just stood there, giving him an invisible pressure.

Adam Smith can clearly feel that the strength of these barbarian soldiers has also been greatly improved!

I feel very lucky in my heart that the lord has not given up on him!

At this moment, a cloaked figure came out from behind Beelzebub.

Matthew’s phantom clone!

A "mysterious" arcanist!

Half an hour later.

Following Adam Smith's order, the large convoy set off.

At the forefront were the Gulf Territory soldiers in full formation.

They marched in neat steps, shouted loud slogans, and led the team out of the city gate under the envious and curious gaze of countless people.

Following the soldiers in formation was a convoy carrying oil-paper and cloth packages.

More than 200 carriages lined up.

More than 2,000 pushcart drivers worked together.

On both sides of the convoy, the agreed adventurers also followed.

Many of them are discussing curiously:

"Is it true that the Gulf Territory will reward you with 50 gold coins for hunting a troll?"

"Unless you receive a guarding or patrolling mission, you won't get money for killing trolls. But if you capture one, you can get 50 gold coins!"

"That's right, I came back specially this time just to ask everyone to make a fortune together!"

"There are more than 400 adventurers in our group, right? Are there that many trolls in the Dark Forest?"

"Tch, where are you? There are tens of millions of trolls in the Dark Forest! Enough for everyone to make money for a lifetime!"

"Did the Lord of the Bay Territory say anything about the upper limit for catching trolls?"

"I didn't mention it at all. From what Butler Ralph said, the more, the merrier!"

"And I also heard that the Gulf Territory is already preparing to develop Troll Valley."

"A lot of people have already made a fortune. Have you seen that team? They have been recruited!"

"What's in those cars?"

"With food, weapons, materials, and clay golems, the Gulf Territory is developing very quickly..."

"The most important thing is that the lord is very generous and is willing to spend gold coins!"

"..."

Different from the joy and expectation that the adventurers had in their hearts, the refugees at the end of the team looked a little worried.

The vast majority of refugees want to stay in Bloodmoon City and are unwilling to go to the dangerous wilderness.

Along the way, too many people have fallen.

Unfortunately, Blood Moon City does not welcome them.

To be more precise, they were not welcome in almost all the territorial towns.

First of all, their identities are unknown, and not every refugee has the technology and capabilities to open up these towns.

The vast majority of these refugees who were recruited by Adam Smith with food and a bright future were dependent on their families, or they were old, weak, women and children who could not survive.

Therefore, even if it is just for a bite to eat, they will choose to continue to follow Adam Smith.

The only thing that gave them some peace of mind was that Adam Smith specially purchased more than 500 horse-drawn carriages with carriages.

He allowed the elderly, women and children who were too weak to walk long distances to sit in the car, while the others traveled lightly.

Adam Smith wasn't just looking after them, he was looking out for the speed at which the convoy was traveling.

He turned his head and looked at Blood Moon City, which was entrenched on the mountainside. He always felt that there was a spying gaze on it.

"The enemy must be very evil!"

Unavoidably a little worried in his heart, Adam Smith looked at the clay golem beside him and said to Meren, the vigilant guard captain beside him:

"Inform the surrounding adventurers to explore the surroundings. Pay attention to a team of at least 5 people. If you find something wrong, don't act rashly..."

Guard Captain Mellen did not think that Adam Smith was making a fuss, but nodded in agreement:

"No problem, I will tell them, otherwise you can go in first..."

Adam Smith did not show any pretense and turned around and got into the carriage. The specially customized protective carriage cost him 9,000 gold coins.

It can not only protect against the slashing of swords, but also resist the attacks of long-range bows and crossbows.

It also has pretty good protection against destructive spells like fireball.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Adam Smith saw Matthew looking outside through the gap in the window, and quickly spoke:

"I heard that the Territorial Guard has stepped up patrols. Those guys shouldn't attack on the official road, right?"

Looking away from Blood Moon City in the distance, after hearing Adam Smith's words, Matthew looked at the darkened scene outside the car and replied in a calm voice:

"Be fully prepared and prepare for the worst!"

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