"Understood." Darren patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Master Gavin. I will protect this book before giving it to Captain Zalanda. It's just that it's useless for Master to give it to me. I can't read." " By the end, Darren was obviously a little embarrassed. At this point, Gavin obviously made a miscalculation. The literacy rate on Earth made him forget how low the literacy rate in Faerûn really was. "Well, just wait for me. I'll write a letter and help me when the time comes." Leave it to Captain Zalanda. Someone will teach you how to read in the future. Study hard when the time comes. Literacy is as important as training in swordsmanship. You must be diligent. Believe me, it will be good for you in the future. " "Okay, okay, okay! Thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Darren nodded repeatedly without any rejection. This was something he had only dreamed of. It only took Gavin a few minutes to write another letter, fold it simply, and hand it to Darren, who couldn't read anyway. Gavin jumped out of the carriage and said to Darren, "You are waiting inside the carriage. Remember, no matter what happens outside, it has nothing to do with you. Just wait here for Captain Zalanda." "What if Captain Zalanda doesn't come?" Darren asked hurriedly. "Well." Gavin was stunned, but he ignored this possibility, "Just wait until the convoy sets off. Captain Zalanda hasn't come yet at that time, so you can go find her with the things I gave you." "Okay." Darren nodded repeatedly. After Gavin got out of the carriage, he led the goblin warlock to a deserted corner and took off the rope in his hand: "Are you ready for the fireball technique I asked you to prepare?"
"Ready." The goblin warlock nodded repeatedly. "Very good, then just wait with me!" Gavin sat down on the floor, and the goblin warlock did the same without asking any more questions. It took an hour until Zalanda led the cavalry to attack. "It's almost time." Gavin jumped up and began to explain his plan to the goblin warlock, "Did you see that carriage? The most gorgeous one, wait a minute, you cast a fireball spell on that carriage. Calculate the landing point and avoid the two guards. After using it, ride on the war horse over there and run out. As long as you run out, you will be free. Remember, don't be captured alive again, otherwise, I can only kill. about you." The carriage Gavin pointed to belonged to none other than Rohan. According to the original plan, he would kill these two sticks before leaving. But after capturing the goblin warlock alive, he had a new choice - to kill with a borrowed knife. The reason why he went to such trouble was, in the final analysis, because of Zalanda. The name of brother-killing would be recited as much as possible. Even a discerning person could see that this was his ploy, but at least it would remain with Zalanda. A room for relaxation to pave the way for future returns. Coincidentally, Oster had just suffered a big blow at Gavin's place. He would definitely run back and cry to his master, and he has not left until now. Gavin could imagine with his butt the scene of the two of them cursing themselves together. Now is the time for him to catch them all in one go. Plop! The goblin warlock knelt on the ground on the spot and burst into tears: "Please, please let me go. No matter what you ask me to do, I am willing to do it. Please let me go..." Obviously, this goblin warlock was a smart man, and he understood Gavin's general plan from just a few words. Understand that Gavin needs someone to blame, and the dead are more secretive than the living. He was afraid that if he threw the fireball down later, he would be certain to die. Gavin kills himself with one blow and puts all the blame on himself. This is the real and safest way. Gavin naturally knew why the goblin warlock had such a reaction, and his face turned dark. In the eyes of the other party, was he so dark-hearted? But the arrow is on the string and I have to shoot it. If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when I will get another chance again.
Gavin patiently explained a few more words: "Most of the troops here have already gone to attack another goblin tribe. As long as you do as I say, your chances of survival will be great. When the time comes, I will ride behind. Chasing you, as long as you don't fall into the hands of others, I will give you a chance to live. But if you are unwilling to cooperate with my plan, I can only send you on your way. Why not take a gamble and gamble on my heart, without you? Thinking so darkly.” When the dagger was placed on his neck, the goblin warlock knew that he had no choice. If you do, there may be a glimmer of hope. If you don’t do it, there will be death but no life. The goblin warlock's face was ashen, and he quickly began to form seals with his hands, chanting incantations, and began to synchronize with the magic network. A large amount of magic power gathered around him, and soon it gathered into a fist-sized fireball. At this time, the goblin warlock could clearly feel the death chill emanating from the dagger on his neck. As long as his fireball technique was not launched towards the target, the dagger would immediately cut open his neck. How do you choose to exchange the lives of unrelated people for a glimmer of life? For a goblin who doesn't have much sense of morals, you don't have to guess. After the fireball broke away from the goblin warlock's hands, it flew forward at a terrifying speed, and flew bigger and bigger, because in the process, the surrounding magic power was responding to its adsorption. By the time it reached the top of the carriage, it had become the size of an adult's head. boom! The violent explosion overturned the luxury carriage, and two figures flew out of the carriage and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. The fireball's landing point was very precise, just avoiding the two heavily armed guards in front of the carriage. However, they were too close to the explosion point, and the powerful flame wave directly blew them away. They rolled several times in a row and lay on the ground, motionless. It was unknown whether they were shocked to death or fainted. "Run!" Gavin shouted at the goblin warlock, and rushed out like a cannonball. While running, he shouted loudly: "Catch the assassin, catch the assassin, that damn goblin assassinated the baron." The goblin warlock, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, was stunned for a moment, and then was enveloped by a huge surprise. He did not expect that the other party actually fulfilled his promise, fulfilled the promise with a goblin. The next second, the huge survival instinct dominated him, and he threw off his short legs and ran towards the nearest warhorse. When he ran over, he found that the warhorse was obviously arranged by the human named Gavin. The reins were just hanging there, and he could just pull them out of the ring. There was a gap in sight, and he only needed to ride a few leaps to leave this temporary camp. The possibility of survival was waving to him not far away, and the goblin warlock galloped without hesitation. On the other side, the two heavily armed guards assigned to Luo An by Zalanda ran out in dishevel. When they saw the situation at the scene, their eyes turned red. Without thinking, they untied the warhorse not far away and chased after the goblin warlock who had just stepped out of the camp. As they walked away, Gavin, who was hiding in the dark, jumped over and checked the heavily armed guards who were blown away by the fireball. He found that they were just stunned, so he ignored them and ran quickly towards Luo An and Oster, whose life and death were also unknown. After all, who didn't know whether a fireball could really take them away in one go, separated by a carriage. In Faerun, the dead can be resurrected, not to mention those who are still breathing. I am an old author and an old bookworm. I don’t want to interrupt the reading experience of all readers, nor do I want to sell misery. Therefore, I don’t like to publish single chapters, nor do I like to add some things unrelated to the title and ending, but it doesn’t mean that my book doesn’t need these things. All kinds of promotions and votes are what I need. Now as the early stage of the book, I need more people to see my book. Especially now that fantasy is a big cold, this is caused by the market, and it is also caused by the serious loss of fantasy authors, especially good authors. I need readers who like it to work together.
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