Chapter 130 The One Who Shouldn't Be Angry

There has just been a bloody battle here, as evidenced by the scattered orc corpses on the ground. The weapons in the hands of these orcs in civilian clothes were scattered all over the ground.

"Damn bandits! Bah!"

The unshaven man spat in disdain, and he spat in disdain, cursing: "Sure enough, it's the same in any country. It's said that the beasts are rich in wealth, isn't there still some people who can't survive?"

From this point of view, this unshaven man is still a clear-headed person. He is already stronger than many civilians and ordinary people who can live a decent life... At least he knows that the reason why ordinary people become robbers is because ordinary people can't survive. .

"Hurry up, don't make any more troubles."

Jaraz, who was wearing a blindfold, said so. He watched the soldiers under his command tidy up the battlefield, and noticed a headless war horse passing by the side of the convoy, with a man and two women sitting on it... the headless horseman?

"Kick, tap, tap~"

The sound of horseshoes gradually slowed down, and finally stopped beside the convoy. Jaraz, some other soldiers, and two other men immediately became alert... After all, the monsters and the empire were still at war before.

"Are these orcs... bandits? You should be an ordinary caravan, right?"

Sitting in the middle of the headless horse, the man wearing a veil asked this question... But judging from the headless horse under his crotch, the opponent's head should be just a forgery.

In front of the man, a loli with long black hair and red wings looked at the team with scrutiny, while the wolf girl behind the man lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

It's an interesting combination.

"I thought that orcs wouldn't be reduced to being robbers."

The man seemed eager to talk, so Jaraz casually flirted with him: "There are always those in remote areas, where the dirt is hidden under the glamor. They may be owed money by their parents, or What else, who can say?"

However, after saying a few words like this, I feel relieved. It seems that this headless horseman does not seem to have any particular hostility towards the empire... After all, the truce is a great thing for the kingdom of monsters.

"You should be a slave caravan, right? Returning to the empire from the orc country? Bring a batch of orcs?"

The headless horseman (?) man said so, which attracted the attention of everyone in the team, but they didn't dare to do anything, nor were they willing to scold the headless horseman... After all, the difference in combat power lies here.

Although the crowd tactics can indeed pile them up to death, it will bring great losses.

"Are you walking on the official road in such a grand manner? I remember that in the empire, slave hunting teams are illegal, right?"

The other party seemed to be talking about a dangerous topic, and Jaraz didn't want to discuss it anymore, but the bearded man beside him responded with a smile: "Brother, you know a lot about the empire, but It won't be illegal anytime soon."

"..."

Looking at the headless horseman (?) man who was stunned for a moment, the bearded man took out a small bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed it to him, saying: "Our highness has reached an agreement with Lord Caligula. Agreement, now the knights will not stop us."

"Agreement? What agreement?"

The man took the bag of silver coins and asked while putting it in his pocket, while the wolf girl behind him buried her head even deeper... making it difficult to see her thoughts clearly.

"We don't know. Anyway, we want to give Her Royal Highness a large sum of money. Although the income is a little less, it is safer after all. Brother... You know enough, why don't you just leave like this?"

The bearded man said, he chuckled, and subconsciously felt that the headless horseman (?) felt that the amount of money was not enough, so he took out three or four gold coins from his arms, put them into the cloth bag face to face, and handed them to The one next to me.

Jaraz and the other man saw it, but they didn't say anything. If this can avoid an incident, then it's good... Once the elf is sold, the income can't be compared with a few gold coins up.

However, the man didn't respond, he just looked up at the sky and didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's it... Yi! Sha! Bei! La!"

As the man said this, a little irritability was suppressed in his voice. He called the Empress of the Empire directly, and his voice changed from a deliberately suppressed middle-aged voice to a teenager's voice, and this voice...everyone in the empire... Some are indescribably familiar.

But before everyone could think of anything, the man's chanting proved his identity.

"The first wing column!"

As the young man spoke, his eyes were filled with crimson flames, and the war horse under him instantly fell apart. Along with his emotions, Mana seemed to become a lot more violent, and the jet-black Mana that exploded in an instant formed a huge shock wave.

"Scarlet Dragon!"

Accompanied by such a voice, the face scarf on the man's face was instantly burned to the ground by the blazing fire, revealing a face that every person in the empire could recognize... The surrounding air became extremely anxious, and the dead leaves seemed to be directly burned .

"Broken wings!"

The huge and scarlet wings shattered instantly behind the young man, and then quickly reassembled. The huge wings spread out wantonly and pervertedly. Different from [Wingspan], the wings at this moment are surprisingly huge and look like burning It is as dazzling as a sword embryo.

Illusory wings that were at least thirty feet long spread out behind him, and as they fluttered randomly, billowing heat waves swept over everything around, and the trees around the road quickly turned into ashes.

The huge scarlet scales, like covering the sky and covering the sun, swear its existence to the world ferociously, making people seem to look directly at the sun, and it exudes a considerable degree of brightness.

The air also became extremely hot, but the heat wave shrank in the next instant, and the surrounding temperature returned to normal, just like a space that was about to implode, but instead made the surrounding temperature look a bit cold.

And the carriage containing the precious goods, which was avoided by the restrained heat, was also shattered at this moment, and the guards and cages inside were overturned to the ground, exposing the elf covered in scars inside.

With the exposure of the goods, the boy's eyes gradually changed from pitch black to extreme crimson, and as the anger in his heart reached its peak, the black mantra engraved on his neck also began to turn from pitch black to black in circles. The color turns to red.

It was a symbol of the consul's anger, and the identity of the man in front of him was also known by everyone present——

"Master Ira? Ira Alcaras?!"

Jaraz yelled in horror.

However, Yila did not respond to him, but raised her head, with a sense of oppression and atmosphere as if she had fallen into an abyss and swamp, her eyes were scarlet...

Flashing lightly.