Emperor of Arcane

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Early morning on the second day.

The sky was just dawning, and the golden morning sun shone through the gaps in the clouds with brilliant beams of light.

Before the chill of the morning had completely dissipated, the Thorn Caravan set off.

The vast majority of people in the team had no warning signs for the coming danger. Instead, they had more yearning and expectations for the Gulf Territory that was about to arrive.

Adam Smith, who had just fallen asleep in the middle of the night, was looking at the map carefully. His bloodshot eyes were slightly astringent. He blinked hard, took a long breath and said:

"Sir Arcanist, the other party is most likely to launch an attack this afternoon or evening, and the location may be near the ruins of Sweetwater Town..."

Sweetwater Town?

A place that changes your destiny!

Matthew couldn't help but recall the second time he made a somewhat confusing fate decision!

Thinking about it now, if he had failed to leave the vicinity of Sweetwater Town in time, he would have most likely encountered huge danger.

I don’t know, what’s the current situation in Tianshui Town?

A town with tens of thousands of people living in it was reduced to ruins in a matter of tens of seconds. Will it attract adventurers to explore?

the answer should be confirmed!

However, there was no news coming from there, which was a bit strange.

Seeing Adam Smith's questioning look, Matthew took a focused look at his attribute panel.

Bloody disaster!

no change!

It could be seen that the other party did not seem to change the original plan. Matthew followed Adam Smith's meaning and said:

"In that case, let's go as planned!"

Thinking of the established plan, Adam Smith nodded solemnly, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and fell asleep directly.

If you can't go out like this, some people may see the flaws.

Matthew looked at the sky. It was blue and cloudless. It was a good time to be on the road!

pity!

The Thorn Caravan has walked this road many times, and even without Adam Smith directing it, others have done it in an orderly manner.

Looking at the caravan getting further and further away, a few pairs of eyes withdrew and disappeared into the streets.

It doesn't take a while.

Some people left through other gates in the town and disappeared into the misty swamp.

After twists and turns, they passed the thorn caravan from another road and met up with the waiting people.

The burly figure sat on a war horse.

The bright armor covering his whole body slightly exudes magical aura. It is a complete set of enchanted armor!

He was riding a six-legged war horse with black and blue scales growing on the outside of the war horse, twisting its head restlessly.

Its big mouth full of sharp teeth spit out bursts of white air, and its blood-red eyes kept turning, staring at the running sentries, full of greed and bloodthirsty.

Behind him, a pitch black ax was exuding a cold air!

The blood-stained ax blade echoed with dark red blood energy.

This is an extraordinary level of enchanted weapon!

The face under the steel helmet gradually appeared under the sunlight, revealing a face covered with burn scars.

Bloody Hand - Kahn!

The scar on his face is the memorial left to him by Matthew.

Kahn had the chance to restore it, but he chose to stay until his revenge was complete!

He looked towards the direction where the thorn caravan was coming, endless anger flashing in his gray-brown eyes.

He desires revenge!

To Matthew!

To his soldiers!

To everyone in Bay Village!

But for better revenge, after hearing the intelligence, he made a retreat gesture.

Hundreds of cavalry followed him and disappeared into the misty swamp.

They are waiting for the thorn caravan to arrive automatically!

The strange thing is that they can move freely in the soft swamp...

…

Matthew didn't know yet that such a big surprise was waiting for him.

But even if he knew it, it would not interfere with the next decision.

He is carefully watching the luck value of each soldier, recording their strength, and accumulating more data.

You cannot rely solely on the experience of fate in everything.

Even if one day he loses the abilities given by the system, Matthew can continue to grow with his own abilities!

In the morning, nothing happened.

Adam Smith woke up midway, but felt a special pressure.

It's as if a deadly enemy is hidden in a flat misty swamp.

Looking at the carefree cart drivers, Adam Smith took out a bottle of blue potion from his arms and drank it in one gulp.

Sobriety potion!

Intermediate potion, which can help clarify thinking and regulate emotions. It can be used by spellcasters before they conduct spell research and by alchemists before making magic items.

Market value, 50 gold coins!

The bitter potion entered his stomach down his throat, and soon turned into a soft water, pouring into his complicated thoughts.

Wash away the troubles, relieve worries and calm the mind.

If in the past, Adam Smith was completely reluctant to give up and drank alchemical potions to stay clear, it would be a complete waste of money.

It's different now, he has to stay awake enough!

If he survives this level, he will be completely established in the circle of senior businessmen in Blood Moon City!

He didn't get out of the car, but just called the captain of the guard. Adam Smith was very protective of himself.

He was also worried about being assassinated by the enemy, causing the caravan to fall into chaos, thereby exposing the existence of the Arcanist.

"Tell all guards to be on alert from now on."

"Send another team of people to stay at the end of the team to prevent anyone from leaving marks."

Although we already know that the enemy will definitely attack, we still need to make preparations!

Any lack of detail may bring fatal danger.

Fortunately, Adam Smith had anticipated this.

From the moment he was about to step into a higher-level business circle, he was already ready to fight in person!

How can any gold coin not smell of blood?

The figure at the back of the team showed a little worry in her eyes. She gritted her teeth but still did not choose to take action.

Now is not the time...

The sun is high in the sky and it’s noon!

The thorn caravan came to a hillside, where there were still holes left from the last time.

Adam Smith licked the corners of his mouth and ordered in a clear voice:

"The others rest and prepare lunch!"

While saying this, Adam Smith walked to the first team of cart drivers and said quietly:

"The place has arrived, let's start!"

The cart drivers who had been well prepared nodded silently, pushed the last few carriages, and began to drive up the hillside.

Instead of taking out the food for cooking as usual, they completely dismantled the carriage, revealing bundles of treated black wood.

Others in the caravan were a little stunned and watched silently as they took out their digging tools and dug a circular trench around the middle of the hillside.

Adam Smith's head was a little empty, and he only recalled what Matthew said to him:

"Leave? Why are you leaving?"

"We will stay here and not leave!"

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