Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 57 Knight and Rose

After running for a while, Herag could no longer sense any movement over there, so he began to take a detour towards the exit.

More than forty minutes later, Herag arrived at the exit and did not encounter anyone else along the way.

The four horses at the exit were still there, and there was an extra carriage. Herag guessed that this must be the carriage of the three third-class wizard apprentices.

Herag mounted his horse and began to gallop, preparing to rush back to Moonglade.

"Judging from what those three said, Malcolm must have discovered that Rune died in Moonglade, and he blamed Moonglade for it, even offering a bounty..."

He took off his long robe and changed into casual clothes.

Herag kicked the horse in the belly, and the horse ran even faster.

More than an hour later, Herag felt a little relieved to see that there were no pursuers behind him.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the sounds of clashing swords, cries, and shouts of battle came from ahead.

As Herag rode closer, he discovered that a band of bandits were attacking a caravan.

There were about thirty bandits, along with archers.

The caravan consisted of only a dozen or so people, who were struggling to hold out using their carriages as defensive fortifications, surrounded by many corpses.

"Brothers, give it your all! They're about to collapse. These are nobles; they're bound to have something good!" The bandit leader, a man with a long scar across his face, was directing the attack from the outside.

The strongest member of the caravan was a knight-level warrior in his forties or fifties, who stood guard at the opening in the middle of the carriage, holding a giant shield to block the bandits' attack.

Herag glanced at it and continued on his way, not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble.

He rode past on horseback, and the scarred man not far away noticed him. He immediately spotted the two rings on Hrag's hand and his eyes lit up: "Stop him! This guy has some good stuff!"

Seven or eight arrows flew in response, heading straight for Herag's upper body, seemingly trying to shoot him down.

Herag received a warning from Deep Blue beforehand and ducked to avoid the arrows.

"This guy's got some skill, shoot his horse!" the bandit leader continued to command.

Several arrows quickly lodged in the horse's rump and belly, and the horse cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground.

Herag rolled to the ground, staring coldly at the bandits.

"Hahaha! Well shot, take him down!" The bandit leader laughed and immediately ordered seven or eight men to split up and charge toward Herag.

At the same time, several crossbowmen began to aim at Hrag, and arrows were fired at him.

"Ice Shield!"

"Mana Shield!"

"Dark Energy Shield!"

The arrows bounced off the thick shield and landed on the ground, causing no damage to Hrag at all.

The bandit leader's smile froze on his face. He saw the strange shields on Hrag's body and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Clang!

Herag drew his gleaming longsword and charged toward the bandits.

Arrows continued to rain down, but without exception, they were all deflected.

Herag's physical abilities are now at the knight level. He took a few steps and approached the bandits. With a single swing of his sword, he sent a head flying high into the air.

The bandits' swords and arrows had no effect on Hrag; they couldn't even break through the most basic defenses.

In the blink of an eye, Herag killed one person with each step, and all eight bandits who rushed over fell to the ground, their blood flowing everywhere.

"A monster...a monster!" The bandits were terrified at the sight. They had never seen the shield on Horag before; it was something they couldn't understand.

The bandits started to flee, not even bothering to stop the convoy next to them.

The bandit leader was the fastest; without saying a word, he ran off alone, mounted a horse, and began to gallop.

Herag's gaze locked onto him, and a corrosive arrow quickly materialized in his hand, heading straight for the bandit leader.

call out!

The corrosive arrow pierced the bandit leader's neck, knocking him off his horse.

A horrible, bloody hole appeared in the bandit leader's neck, the edges of which were black with corrosive energy.

The gang of robbers completely lost their leader and began to scatter.

Herag didn't bother chasing them; pursuing these people would waste his travel time.

He glanced back at the horse lying on the ground, barely breathing, and then walked toward the caravan.

"Thank you for saving us, Mysterious One! The Allison family will forever remember your kindness!" The middle-aged knight knelt down on one knee to express his gratitude as soon as he saw Herag approaching.

"Hello, my name is Euphemia Allison." A richly dressed noblewoman stepped down from the carriage behind, her face exquisite and her calves wrapped in white stockings.

Herag glanced at her indifferently without speaking, then turned to the middle-aged knight and asked, "Can I buy a horse?"

"Buy...buy a horse?" The middle-aged knight was a little taken aback, then said, "Of course you can, no need to buy one, sir. Just ride away whichever horse you like."

Herag nodded, picked a sturdy black horse, mounted it, threw two gold coins on the ground, and rode away.

Euphemia walked over and helped the middle-aged knight up: "Uncle Sonny, I think he is the knight I've been looking for."

Knight Sani sighed helplessly: "Miss Euphemia, that gentleman just now was not a knight, but a legendary wizard. Don't provoke him."

"But that's how it's written in knightly novels. The knight always appears when the princess is in danger, rescues her, and they live happily ever after." Euphemia was holding a novel called "The Knight and the Rose" in her hand.

Knowing that his young mistress had recently become engrossed in chivalric romance novels, Sonny said, "Miss Euphemia, let's get in the carriage first and hurry home while these bandits are scared off."

"These two gold coins need to be carefully kept." Shanni carefully picked up the two gold coins that Herag had dropped, wiped off the dust, and put them in his pocket.

This was just a minor incident for Hrag, but what annoyed him was that the damned bandits had delayed his journey.

Helag made no stops along the way, only finding a place to camp and rest at night, letting his horse eat grass, drink water, and relax.

Three days later, Helag arrived at the Red Mountain Inn.

He sensed the tense atmosphere as soon as he arrived; there was a full-fledged wizard and three third-class wizard apprentices stationed at the post station.

"There was no one guarding the place when we left," Herag said, somewhat puzzled.

"Show me your runestone." A chubby third-class wizard apprentice came over to check his identity.

Herag honestly handed over the runestone, and the fat wizard checked it and, finding nothing wrong, returned it to Herag.

He then took out a section of bamboo-like material and said, "This is the Faceless One's bamboo section. Hold it and suck on it."

Herag did as instructed, and after taking a puff, white smoke billowed from his ears, nose, and mouth, which dissipated after a short while.

(End of this chapter)