Chapter 46 Caravan

Baron Todd nodded, indicating that he knew.

Because it was indeed the case, the red dragon in front of him did not bother to deceive him.

As the thirteenth son who was not valued in the family, he angered his father by wielding power in North Wind Castle and was assigned to the remote town of Sger.

Rather than being assigned, it was more like being exiled.

This sparsely populated town adjacent to Storm Hill, without sufficient military strength, would be a disaster for him if it encountered any foreign invasion, whether it was a giant or a real dragon.

It would be better to find a strong outsider nearby to maintain his own power, develop and expand his own forces, and then find an opportunity to break away from control, compete with his brothers, and gain his father's attention.

Thinking of this, Todd said flatteringly:

"Thank you for your sincerity, Lord Feiyan, I am glad that we can cooperate with you, the great red dragon."

Casius nodded slightly:

"Lord Baron, please remember that the recognition of all sovereignty of the Burning Embers Nest over Storm Peak and compensation for your reckless behavior are the premise and basis of our cooperation."

Todd said: "I will keep it in mind."

Casius' tone added a bit of teasing:

"Then please take your loyal subordinates back to the Baron's Mansion. I hope to see what I want tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Feiyan."

Baron Todd looked at Hart not far away, and the hatred for his betrayal was so deep in his eyes that he could hardly suppress it.

But when he thought of the red dragon in front of him, he didn't dare to attack immediately, and could only force a smile on his pale face.

Seeing this, Hart had beads of sweat on his forehead.

But he thought about it again, he had the support of the red dragon, his life was safe, and he could even be a spy of the Burning Embers to contain the baron, so he smiled in a demonstrative manner.

"Let's go, Baron."

Hart's last four words seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

Cassius watched the two people who hated each other and had their own ulterior motives leave side by side, and felt that his bad taste was satisfied.

The conditions he proposed seemed "equal", but in fact they were not well-intentioned. I believe Todd also saw this to some extent, but he had no room to refuse.

Station troops and be in charge of trade.

When the military and financial power of a region is in his hands, Baron Todd is just a puppet. In his plan, after the players come, even the baron will become dispensable and be replaced by him.

The red dragon looked at the thin back of Baron Todd.

The baron did not become his dependent after signing the contract.

Because he is a vampire spawn - a greedy creature full of vampire blood thirst, and at the same time controlled by its vampire creator.

When vampires perform the evil "ascension ceremony" to become ascended vampires that are not afraid of sunlight, these spawns will become sacrifices and turn into blood.

However, if a vampire allows its spawn to drink its blood, the spawn will also become a real vampire and no longer be controlled by the creator. Of course, only a very few vampires will do this.

In the previous life's vampire mission, Duke Brad finally performed the ascension ceremony, but fortunately he was stopped by the player. Hundreds of people broke into the underground of the castle and bombed it wildly, resolving the crisis.

"Tsk tsk."

"A vampire spawn who wants to gain the master's attention."

"What a pathetic guy."

Cassius's pupils flickered slightly in the dark, and then disappeared.

The next morning.

A large caravan left the town of Sger with a full car of goods.

The townspeople were no longer surprised by the caravan, even though the guards of this caravan were all wearing heavy armor that did not reveal their faces, covered with black robes, and were inexplicably tall.

But the leader was Hart, who was familiar to the townspeople and had not appeared for many days.

Since it was Hart who came out, it was the order of the Baron.

And it was undoubtedly a stupid act to spy on the treasure of the "Bloody Baron".

Therefore, the townspeople hurriedly stopped their curious children and deliberately turned a blind eye to the caravan, fearing that they would be caught and made into slaves.

Hart rode in the middle of the team.

The tall guards walked on both sides, breathing heavily.

Although Hart could not see their faces, since they were the troops of the Burning Nest, he could probably guess that they were earth elves or bugbears, but he was not too panicked because of this. These monsters were the capital for his survival.

After returning to the Baron's Mansion last night, the angry Baron Todd threatened him many times and even cursed him viciously, but he didn't dare to harm his life after all, which made him see the Baron's bluffing.

Baron Todd didn't dare to anger the red dragon.

This was Hart's conclusion.

The goods brought by this caravan were armor, weapons and twenty extremely precious magic scrolls, which was enough to show Baron Todd's flattering heart.

This was more like tribute than a transaction.

"Huh"

The winter in Anzeta was so cold, Hart exhaled a breath of white air, and he couldn't help but wrap himself in thick animal skins.

Snowflakes were still falling, and the carriages loaded with goods left deep ruts on the snow, and the large caravans turned into a black spot in the snow.

"Ah--"

A strange sound came from the snow-covered hillside.

The sound was long and shrill, like some kind of sad cry.

The guards transporting the goods thought it was just a rumor and didn't pay too much attention.

But Hart was experienced. He listened carefully for a moment and immediately cheered up.

"Stay alert! This is not the sound of wind howling!"

Hart yelled.

On the hillside in the distance, several figures with white fur moved like ghosts in the snowy environment, rushing towards the caravan, letting out terrifying howls like mourning.

"It's a snowman!"

Hart recognized the monsters immediately.

This burly creature stalks high mountain peaks, hunting for food among them.

Even in blizzard weather, the Yeti will travel through the cold and snow, lured by the scent of its prey.

Hart was complaining in his heart. There was nothing worse than encountering a snowman in windy and snowy weather. If he didn't pay attention, his entire army would be wiped out.

He was subconsciously trying to call the caravan to escape, but found that the "guards" had taken off the black cloth covering his body.

These "guards" are nearly two meters tall, tall and strong, with protruding fangs in their mouths. Their cloudy yellow eyes are full of fanaticism for battle and desire for blood. Their red skin stands out against the snow. Conspicuous, even covered with sparse scales.

--That's the hobgoblin.

This is Doro's most elite unit.

"I almost forgot. We are all monsters here too."

Hart looked stunned and muttered to himself.