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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 16: The Refugee Team from West Wind County...

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    Lisa Black Blade's stealth skills are very good. Even the Shadow Assassin instructor Tracy Blood Snake has to say that she has no room to teach Lisa Black Blade in this aspect.  In less than ten minutes, the scout leader sprang out of the night like a flexible civet cat, panting slightly to report the results of this investigation.  "There were about seven to eight hundred people in that team, or a thousand. Most of them were strong men, but the weapons were very simple. Most of them were weeding sickles, threshing flails, and sticks." Lisa?  Black Blade reported in a low voice, "I didn't see anyone riding a war horse, but there were a lot of mules and donkeys, and there were more than a dozen carts with many injured people lying on them. You can smell the wounds festering from a distance."  The stench. It seems that they suffered a lot from venturing through the Black Forest." Tomad frowned slightly, "It doesn't sound like a regular army?" "Of course, my master, I think those people are just a group of refugees.  Many people were carrying large and small baggage on their shoulders, with empty eyes and tired expressions. However, there seemed to be an organizer who was familiar with military affairs. There were patrol cavalry on mules in front of and on the left and right of the team, but they had not been targeted.  "A novice in sexual training." "For Miss Lisa, even the elite spies of Sleepless Eyes are like untrained novices," Feng Derek's hoarse voice sounded from the other side, followed by the thin spy.  The leader walked over silently, already wearing studded leather armor and a hooded cloak sewn with metal armor plates, and holding a small leather shield in his right hand.  Tomad looked in the direction of the black forest. The night was dark, and although the light of the torches was vaguely discernible, one had to concentrate to find it.  "Mr. Fengdrick, you are really alert. I thought I was the only one who discovered this situation." "There was a slight vibration on the ground, which means a large team is approaching." Fengdrick explained simply  , "For senior intelligence personnel, this is just a common sense question." Then he glanced at Lisa Black Blade with some curiosity, "Miss Lisa's stealth skills are very good, even the Sleepless Eyes can't  How many of them can be compared? Can you tell me which stealth master you studied under? Lisa? Black Blade secretly cast a questioning look at Tomad. After receiving a positive sign language reply, she used a low and soft voice.  He replied, "Master Mosselin, the soul of our clan's fighting martial arts tower." "Master Mosselin?" Feng Derek nodded awkwardly, "I must visit you if you have the opportunity, oh, then Miss Lisa  , Did you see what flag the team was wearing? Or what badges were worn by the patrol?" Lisa Black Blade thought for a moment and shook her head in denial, "There is no flag, no badge, nothing."  A deep canyon seemed to appear on Feng Derek's forehead, "Are they really refugees? Has the news that the King of Barbarian Orcs is preparing to attack Xifeng County already become known to everyone?" "It's hard to say, maybe it is.  "The panic rumors spread by Joseph Tito," Tomad said, adjusting his dusty cloak, "Mr. Vonderik, tell everyone in the camp to stand up and be on guard. A tired and large army.  If the team sees that we are unprepared, they may have robbery or other bad intentions. Let's go to the front to meet them and see who is coming. " That team moved slower than expected, but the number of people seemed to be high.  More than Lisa Blackblade describes.  Half an hour later, the light of torches began to appear on the western horizon, followed by rows and clusters of figures shaking, as if the trees in the black forest had suddenly grown legs and were approaching in this direction.  The patrol riders on mules held torches and patrolled back and forth half a mile in front of the team, but as Lisa said, these people obviously had not received decent training. Neither Tomad nor Fonderik deliberately concealed their tracks, but they  But he rode past without stopping, as if he didn't even see the two people on the side of the road.  "Look at the way those guys ride mules, they don't look like trained cavalry, but like country bumpkins with mud legs." Seeing this scene, Feng Derrick curled his lips and commented with disdain.  "They are indeed farmers, and so are the people behind them." Tomad's expression looked unusually cold under the light of the fire. "It seems that I was unlucky to tell the truth. The clothes of these people are very familiar to me, and they are wearing jackets."  The hem of the long coat is sewn with cowhide, and the belt is tied inside, which is the style of clothing of farmers in Xifeng County. People in ragged clothes and tired expressions appeared one after another, but Lisa Black Blade¡¯s judgment on the number of people was not wrong.  They were spread too far apart from each other, making it appear that there was a huge crowd when in reality there were less than a thousand people.  Among them were old and young, men and women. Some old people and people suffering from injuries were crowded into the almost overwhelmed oxcart, holding babies andA woman carrying a child walked beside the carriage.  Strong middle-aged men and half-grown men were walking at the outermost edge of the team, all carrying simple weapons, including daggers, flails, sickles and clubs, but only a few had long swords and spears.  Even though they have it, they all look rusty.  There were only two people in the team with long bows on their shoulders, and these two people were more vigilant than the ranger patrols. After seeing the figures of Tomad and Feng Derek, one of them immediately bent the bow and nocked an arrow, with smooth movements.  Neatness is obviously not something ordinary bankers can possess.  "Who are you?" The voice asked was a little hoarse, but very powerful, and it had a strong West Wind County accent.  "For the sake of St. Bablupa, put down your bows and arrows!" Tomad replied in a voice with the same Zephyr County accent. "What kind of rule is this for threatening travelers on the roadside with bows and arrows?"  The man seemed taken aback, and the bow and arrow in his hand dropped slightly to the ground, but he did not relax his vigilance.  "Are you also from West Wind? Gods above, I thought we were the first batch of refugees." "My home is in West Wind County, but I am not a refugee." Tomad took two steps forward and turned  The figure was exposed under the light of the held-up torch, "What happened? I saw you coming from the direction of the Black Forest, walking at night in the Black Forest, and you all died?" Maybe it's the one who looks particularly young?  With no threat on his face, the man finally let go of the bow string and put the arrow back into the quiver on his waist.  "Who wants to die? But it is better to risk traveling through the Black Forest than to encounter a raiding team of barbarian orcs." He moved his steps, dodged a bumpy ox cart full of broken furniture, and then walked away from his companions.  He took a torch in his hand.  "Aisen, tell Father Lieber and Chief Xiura to let the team stop for a moment. I'll ask this little brother if there is a place to camp nearby." The other man with a bow and arrow on his shoulders looked more interested.  Younger, almost the same age as Tomad, with a mark of being scratched by a wild beast on his cheek.  He agreed, then rode his mule and ran towards the back of the team.  "There are not many places to camp around here. As far as I know, the only place you can camp is near the ruins of Fangyan City, about two miles ahead How many of you are there in total?" Tomad didn't wait for the man to ask questions, and took the initiative to provide information.  .  "Not counting children, there are 870 people. More than 30 people were lost in the Black Forest, and nearly 50 were injured." The man sighed, his tone full of anxiety, "I am from Xiaok Town.  Militia Captain Meng Ge, little brother, do you know where to find the herbalist?" The person asked by Mengge was Tomad, but it was Feng Derek who answered, "The nearest herbalist lives in Te.  Lihu Port is about a day's ride on horseback. However, the most he can do is treat scratches and bites. If the wounds have become fester and pus, it is best to go to the county town of Daidai to seek treatment from a temple priest. " "Where can we get treatment?  How much money do you have to ask the priest for treatment? Maybe one or two people are okay, but now there are more than 20 people seriously injured, so we can only ask the herbalist to do his best." Meng Ge shook his head helplessly, with a look of resignation on his face.  "It's a day's journey Hey, I don't know if the seriously injured can survive until then." "We brought some medicine with us. Although it is not as good as the priest's healing magic, it was also prepared by a famous herbalist.  "Tomad suggested without thinking, and then pulled the detective's head with a dull expression, "Mr. Fengdrick, am I right?" "Ah, ah, yes!" Fengdrick muttered.  Nodding, of course the agents of the Sleepless Eye have the habit of carrying wound medicine with them. However, due to the special nature of their profession, the wound medicine they use does not emit a pungent smell and is much more valuable than the wound medicine with the same effect.  .  In a word, it is really a waste to use it on these country bumpkins.  ¡°But Feng Derek had no intention of going against Tomad¡¯s opinion for such a small amount of medicine.  It is not uncommon for spies from Sleepless Eyes to spend a lot of money when conducting intelligence work. Not to mention some medicine, there are lots of gold and silver coins, or precious porcelain and ivory carvings. Feng Derek also generously gave them to him.  Others, just to serve as a stepping stone to obtain confidential information.  Under Meng Ge¡¯s expectant gaze, Feng Derek took out two flat pottery bottles from his arms, unscrewed the stopper of one of them, and poured a small amount of white powder into his palm.  "Clean the wound with hot water or spirits, use a red-hot knife to cut off the rotten and suppurating part, then directly apply this amount of medicinal powder, and then wrap it with boiled linen strips, do you understand?" Meng Ge looked at Feng  Derek's eyes almost turned into admiration, "Do you know how to heal wounds and relieve pain? Great. Father Lieber was scratched by a beast on his thigh yesterday when he was trying to save someone. The wound turned black and he was bleeding.  Will this medicine come in handy??¡± Feng Derek raised his chin proudly, ¡°Phil¡­cough cough, the wound-healing powder prepared by Scholar Phil is famous in the entire Serai County. As long as the treatment is timely and the wound is free of toxins, it will definitely stop the bleeding and heal.  of.  "
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