Mount & Blade: Wind of War

At the same time, on the other side of the bonfire dinner in the Centaur Forest.

Gunasser, who had eaten and drunk a lot, was very proud because he had just got a good thing.

At this moment, in front of Gunasser, there was a heavy armor that was a little broken, but still exuded a bloody and terrifying momentum: the repaired blood-patterned heavy armor.

"Boss, this is a treasure I accidentally found in the commercial street market of the Mountain Fortress. Although it looks a little broken, I still think it must be a good treasure. I bought it and presented it to you."

Beside Gunasser, there was a thin and tall man with a pointed head and rat eyes and only one eye. At this moment, he stood hunched beside Gunasser, constantly boasting and selling good things, making Gunasser laugh.

Gunasser has fought all his life and has a good eye after so many years of experience. He saw at a glance that the heavy armor in front of him, although it looked damaged, was obviously a magic item. Such things can be sold for a lot of money wherever they are placed, but the best choice is to treat it as a family heirloom.

For a general family, if they could pass down a set of knight armor to their eldest adult son, they would already be wealthy. If they could leave a set of magic heavy armor to their eldest son, Gunnarsus couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

"Okay, okay, you old one-eyed man, you are worthy of the title of 'Eagle Eye'. You only have one eye, but it is still so smart. After this mission, I will definitely give you an extra share."

Adding an extra share means giving you an extra share of money.

If it were normal, this would certainly be a great reward, but only after contributing a set of magic armor, would he get an extra share of money?

The hunchbacked one-eyed man still smiled on the surface, but he sneered in his heart. At this moment, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of apology or guilt in his heart.

Although he didn't know why the man wanted to give Gunnarsor this magic heavy armor, as long as he completed this task, not only would his gambling debts be forgiven, but he would also get a generous pension. This choice was much more refreshing than continuing to serve the guy in front of him in the slave trader.

Gunnarsor never thought that he would be "returned the favor" so soon.

He had used the caravan guards to trick Rhodes before, and this time, Rhodes used the people around him to return the favor.

After a night of banquet, the next day, when Rhodes saw Gunnarsor wearing the repaired blood-patterned heavy armor, swaying in front of him, this guy tried to control himself and let his eyes show envy and jealousy.

The blood-patterned heavy armor is indeed excellent in armor performance regardless of other factors.

It's just that the enchantment on it was damaged, so it was quite heavy. Gunnarsor himself was fine, but the horse he was riding was weighed down and swayed.

Although the performance of the armor has been improved, Gunnarsor's overall combat effectiveness may have decreased.

However, he didn't care. With the protection of a strong Centaur tribe in the Centaur Forest, according to common sense, the Atlan Chamber of Commerce's caravan should have a smooth journey in the next journey. According to common sense...

After watching Gunnarsor's triumphant departure, Rhodes looked towards the south.

"I don't know if the harpy witch can still sense it at this distance. If she senses it, will she chase and kill it?"

"The blood-marked heavy armor will be automatically repaired within the witch's territory after being damaged. In other words, every enchanted armor has some connection with the Mountain Fortress. Now, let me see how strong this connection is."

This strategy is also likely to cause losses to Rhodes.

If it fails, not only will all the preparations made before be in vain, but also the arrangements of Fatis and Raymond will be in vain, because the Mountain Fortress, whose strength has not been seriously damaged, is not something that Rhodes can plot and eat in the current Redwood Town.

Rhode has never liked to take advantage of others, but this time, he did it. In the process of taking advantage of others, the one who takes advantage of others will naturally bear the risk of being swallowed up by the general trend.

In his previous life, Rhode occupied the main city in the game by accumulating strength and waiting for a war. After the NPC forces fought each other for a round and the main city's strength was weakened to a certain extent, he took advantage of the opportunity and completed the occupation.

But this approach is not without danger. That is, because its own strength is still relatively weak, even if it completes the occupation, it may be destroyed in the subsequent backlash, and the city will be destroyed and people will die, and the success will be in vain.

One day, two days, three days, four days.

As time goes by, the possibility of the eagle witch forces in the mountain fortress attacking is getting smaller and smaller, and Rhode is getting calmer and calmer.

Since God does not allow him to take advantage of others, then he should take steady steps. It's just that Fatis and Raymond have worked hard to be slaves to the aliens for so many days in vain, but they can't accomplish anything.

On the seventh day before the Centaur Bonfire Dinner, it rained heavily today, and the caravan had to move forward on the muddy road without any preparation.

In this situation, we cannot rest on the spot. We must at least find a relatively sheltered place to set up camp.

The cold rain hits our faces randomly.

It flows into our bodies through the gaps in our armor, taking away a lot of heat.

In the wind and rain, Rhodes rode his horse, pulling the reins, and at the same time shouting at the soldiers of Redwood Town to keep in line and not to be disorganized.

"Ha, isn't this kid sick?" Seeing the kid he didn't like, who was still tormenting his soldiers in such a rainy day, Gunnarsor felt a little jealous and disdainful. He was also a leader, and if he dared to manage people like this, he would definitely be killed at night, but the kid in front of him didn't have to worry about these things at all.

"Just because he is a noble, after doing this job, I will also be a noble, and I will teach my son to be like this in the future." Although he hated him deeply, he let Gunnarsor choose for himself. He still hoped that his eldest son would grow up to be like Rodhart, not like himself, because Gunnarsor knew in his heart what a real military noble should be like.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly rang out like thunder: "Enemy attack! Everyone, be alert."

Because they recognized whose voice it was, Gunnarsor, Alos, and Ruier in front of the team were all shocked. However, in such a heavy rain, except for the Redwood Town soldiers who had been strictly managed, the reaction speed of slave traders and caravan guards was a little slow, even Alos and Gunnarsor themselves.

In this unbearable rain, everyone was not at the peak of their combat power.

However, the sudden storm and sharp spears did not care so much. With the waving of crimson wings in the heavy rain, they enveloped the entire caravan.