Chapter 18

"Be careful, I always feel danger coming towards us." kukas frowned slightly. He shook his body a little and immediately left the guard. "Remember, I hope you don't make any mistakes, otherwise we won't have good fruit to eat."

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, I'll be on guard." the squire shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He sat down by the campfire and added some firewood from time to time. Kukas watched him grasp the palm of the long sword, settled down in his heart, and lay down on the ground to sleep.

A noise woke kukas from his deep sleep. As soon as he turned over, he carried the ox horn axe around him, rolled around the ground and looked around.

I saw a squire waving weapons and shouting in panic. Like him, other squires were just awake. They just carried weapons and looked around blankly. They didn't know what happened.

"He's dead. Damn it, someone attacked our camp last night." the squire carried a war knife and pointed to the campfire. The people followed his war knife and saw the night watchman sitting next to the campfire. With his sword in his hands, he sat motionless in front of the extinguished campfire.

"Mount, guard." kukas didn't lose his mind like the squire. He didn't care to wear armor, took his axe and jumped onto the horse. With a strange cry, all the other squires ran towards their horses.

A retinue had just jumped onto his horse when a shrill howl sounded from the bushes in the distance. When no one reacted, the squire who had just jumped on the horse covered his neck and fell off the horse.

In kukas' sight, he saw that the squire had inserted a painted black arrow in his throat. The arrow was only one foot long, and it shot through the squire's neck at once.

"Guard." kukas looked ferocious. He didn't expect that the strong squire didn't lose his life on the battlefield, but was assassinated in such a place. The flame of anger made kukas's reason begin to collapse. After he ordered the other squires to guard, he chased in the direction of the arrow.

After resting in the middle of the night, the wildebeest was full of strength. Under kukas's exquisite riding skills, it carried its master across the bushes more than half a person high and around boulders, moving forward like a strong wind.

After three or five miles, kukas didn't see any figure, even the small animals who like to play in the bushes. "Damn it." without time to search, kukas turned his horse head and returned to the camp.

Along the way, he felt a danger approaching and away from him. The danger was close and far, strong and weak, which made kukas nervous and afraid to relax.

Safely returned to the camp, the remaining six squires had been wearing armor, sitting on the horses on guard, and the two bodies remained in the position of death. At this time, kukas could no longer feel the strange danger.

"It's a powerful means to seal the Marquis with an arrow without shedding a drop of blood." kukas carefully observed the two bodies. He found that the wounds on the two bodies were the same, not only in the same position, but also in the same arrow.

"It's smeared with medicine. Only the lurks will have this arrow," said the famous squire in a low voice.

"You mean there are lurks in the mob? Are you sure it's not a joke?" kukas's tall body trembled after hearing the words of the squire.

He knows the strength of the lurks. These lurks can't resist the attack of the knights, or even the stronger knights and squires. But in the dark, these lurks, even the most rubbish, can easily hunt a knight, even powerful professionals such as mages.

He had no idea that his team would encounter people like lurks.

"Bury the bodies, let's get out of here." kukas jumped off the horse and didn't look at the two bodies again. Instead, he slowly put on his equipment. Finally, he put on his steel gloves, and then jumped on the horse again and set off for the town not far away.

"I heard that there are some lurks. When they are promoted, they will choose some people to hunt and kill, so as to get the recognition of their tutors. I think we may be targeted by such lurks." the squire looked around pale, and the sword in his hand waved slightly. When there was a wind and grass, The sword will definitely cut out and kill all the dangers he can see.

"Really?" kukas glanced at the two bodies suspiciously, finally tied their armor to the corner horse, and dragged slowly towards the town. "I hope I can catch him next time I meet him."

The other squires didn't talk to Ben. They were just depressed and followed kukas towards the town. Especially the squire who knows about the lurk, he has lost his desire to survive. Because in his understanding, anyone targeted by a lurk will eventually die.

When he was about to arrive in the town, kukas took out a wide cloak from his leather bag and put it on his body, and ordered the other squires to do the same. Under the cover of the wide cloak, they took off the wildebeest's Vest again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are not the Knights and attendants of the governor hanging the mob. We are mercenaries now, a mercenary team that can sell everything for money." kukas closed his cloak and said loudly to the other attendants.

"Damn it, why wear this thing? If someone attacks us, this damn cloak will hinder our fight. I will never wear this thing." a squire shook his head angrily and refused to cover his ferocious armor with his cloak. He wants to use his armor to intimidate the mobs hidden in the town.

In his understanding, those mobs are timid people. When they see the arrival of powerful people, they will carefully curl up their bodies and try to hide everything in order to live from these powerful beings. As for the mob's sneak attack a few days ago, he had long been forgotten by the grumpy squire.

"Follow my orders, and now I'll lead you." kukas urged the horse fiercely, came to the squire, reached out and grabbed his neck and shook it hard. "Remember, if you don't want to wear a cloak, you'll leave my team and don't walk with me anymore." kukas roared loudly.

"Obey your orders? God! I should have heard you right! Damn it, let me obey your orders. Do you think you are a knight?" the squire pushed kukas's arm away, then turned the horse's head, and left kukas's team without looking back. He chose another direction and set off for the town.

"Damn it, you want to die." kukas narrowed his eyes. He grasped the axe in his hand. If there was not a trace of reason to restrain him, he would have rushed to kill the squire.

"I'm sorry, I won't wear this cloak either." the famous squire sneered disdainfully. He pointed out the long gun that kukas's cloak can't cover and the obvious characteristics of the wildebeest and said: "unless you can find a way to hide these two things, don't want me to do as you say. I need protection, and my war horse also needs protection."

Along with the departure of the squire, several other squires also left one after another. Finally, kukas was left alone.

"OK! OK! OK! It's good to leave. I can solve those troubles here alone." kukas glared at the leaving retinue. Then he covered his cloak and walked towards the town alone.

The closer he was to the town, the weirder kukas felt. There was no noise in the huge Town, which could accommodate more than 20000 residents. A spring breeze blew. Only some weeds poked out of the corner shook. Occasionally, pedestrians walked through the street in a hurry. The pedestrians were silent, and no one was watching kukas's arrival.

"Tell me, boy, where is the busiest place here?" turning a corner, kukas saw a dirty child huddled in the corner to bask in the sun. He jumped off his war horse and went to the child and asked softly.

"The tavern in the center of the town. There is also the residence of the town's master. There are the most exquisite Red Mansions. Do you need to lead the way? Just pay a copper coin. I can take you everywhere in the town." the child looked at kukas carefully. His eyes were bright, which were not bright for adults.

"Of course, boy, what you get is not only a copper plate, but a silver coin." kukas touched his skin bag, took out a silver coin from it and turned it in his hand.

The silver coin turned quickly on the steel glove, making bursts of rapid friction sound.

"No matter what you ask, I'll do it for you." the dirty child swallowed his saliva and reached for the silver coin. When his fingertips touched the gloves, he retracted them faster. The silver coin was still turning in the palm of kukas's hand.

"Tell me, why are there so few people in the town? I remember at least tens of thousands of people here before." kukas grinned. His huge body and several scars on his face made the child shrink his head.

"A few days ago, some people came here. They took many people away by force. They said they came to save the poor people. They said a lot about dividing the land, fighting local tyrants and not having to pay taxes in the future. So there were fewer people in the town." the child said here and turned to point to the house behind him, grinning: "This is my house. Do you need to go in and have a rest? I can tell you more in detail. Well, I listened to their propaganda when those people came."