Time flies by.

April 22.

The sky is clear and blue.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, like a huge fireball, releasing energy enthusiastically.

Blood Moon City, southeastern warehouse area.

Adam Smith's Thorn Caravan bought a huge warehouse here.

It was very lively outside the warehouse, crowded with cart drivers preparing to set off.

It’s still busy inside, and the last batch of purchased goods is being loaded onto the carriage.

In the center of the warehouse, boxes of magic crystals were carefully loaded onto the carriage.

While Adam Smith was directing them, he looked worriedly outside the training ground, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Returned to Blood Moon City last time.

Adam Smith originally thought that with the clay golem brought from the Gulf and the elite soldiers representing his identity, he could dispel the greed of those guys.

But he never expected that those guys would be so arrogant.

Not only did they have no intention of peace talks, they even assassinated him!

Adam Smith almost died!

The fatal arrow pierced his chest before anyone could react!

Even his personal guard captain Meren did not expect that someone would be so bold as to carry out an assassination in Blood Moon City!

At the moment when he was unable to dodge, Adam Smith could even see the faint blue poisonous light reflected slightly on the deadly arrow.

The other party just wants him to die!

Fortunately, people will hesitate because of surprise, but clay golems will not!

Adam Smith, who was still frightened, still clearly remembers the joy and anger that went straight to the top of his head when the tall clay demon stood in front of him!

Therefore, after receiving the secret message from the Gulf Territory, Adams decisively chose to obey.

He waited a few more days, purchased more supplies, and gathered more refugees.

At the same time, Adam Smith also spread the news of his assassination throughout Blood Moon City.

By the way, I would like to promote my Thorn Caravan and Gulf Territory.

The purpose is to warn those guys - "I know it's you who did it!"

Adam Smith looked at the time and then glanced at the caravan members who were making final inspections.

The time has come!

He walked into the tightly guarded teleportation room with two clay golems.

As the blue teleportation light flashed, 50 figures appeared in front of Adam Smith.

Adam Smith recognized Beelzebub, the burliest one, at a glance. When he saw the dark red full-body armor on his body, he felt a sense of tension rushing toward him.

"Has he become stronger again?"

Other barbarian soldiers were also wearing thick steel armor, and just standing there gave him an invisible pressure.

Adam Smith can clearly feel that the strength of these barbarian soldiers has also been greatly improved!

I feel very lucky that the Lord did not give up on him!

At this moment, a figure wearing a cloak came out from behind Beelzebub.

Matthew’s phantom clone!

A "mysterious" arcanist!

Half an hour later.

Following Adam Smith's order, the large convoy set off.

At the forefront are the Gulf Territory soldiers in full formation.

They marched in neat steps, shouted loud slogans, and led the team out of the city gate under the envious and curious gazes of countless people.

Immediately following the soldiers in formation was a convoy loaded with oil paper and cloth packages.

In a queue of more than 200 carriages.

More than 2,000 pushcart drivers worked together.

On both sides of the motorcade, the agreed adventurers also followed.

Many of them are discussing curiously:

"Is it really rewarded 50 gold coins for hunting a troll in the Gulf Territory?"

"Unless you receive a guardianship or patrol cleaning mission, you won't get money for killing trolls. But if you capture one, you can get 50 gold coins!"

"That's right, I came back specially this time just to ask everyone to make a fortune together!"

"There are more than 400 adventurers in our group, right? Are there that many trolls in the Dark Forest?"

"Hey, where are you? There are tens of millions of trolls in the dark forest! Enough for everyone to make a lifetime!"

"Did the Lord of the Bay Territory say anything about the upper limit for catching trolls?"

"I didn't mention it at all. I heard from Butler Ralph that the more the merrier!"

"And I also heard that the Gulf Territory is already preparing to develop Troll Valley."

"A lot of people have already made a fortune. Have you seen that team? They have already been recruited!"

"What's in those cars?"

"With food, weapons, materials, and clay golems, the Gulf Territory is developing very quickly..."

"The most important thing is that the lord is very generous and is willing to spend gold coins!"

"..."

Different from the joy and expectation that the adventurers had in their hearts, the refugees at the end of the team seemed a little worried.

The vast majority of refugees want to stay in Bloodmoon City and are unwilling to go to the dangerous wilderness.

Along the way, too many people have fallen.

Unfortunately, Blood Moon City does not welcome them.

To be more precise, almost all territorial towns do not welcome them.

First of all, their identities are unknown, and not every refugee has the technology and capabilities to open up these towns.

Most of these refugees who were recruited by Adam Smith with food and a bright future were dependent on their families, or they were old, weak, women and children who could not survive.

Therefore, even if it is just for a bite to eat, they will choose to continue to follow Adam Smith.

The only thing that gave them some peace of mind was that Adam Smith specially purchased more than 500 horse-drawn carriages with carriages.

He allowed the elderly, frail women and children who were in poor health and could not walk long distances to sit in the car, while the others traveled lightly.

Adam Smith not only took care of them, but also took care of the speed of the convoy.

He turned his head and looked at Blood Moon City, which was entrenched on the mountainside, and he always felt that there was a spying gaze on it.

"The enemy is definitely determined to be evil!"

Unavoidably a little worried in his heart, Adam Smith looked at the clay golem beside him and said to Mellen, the vigilant guard captain beside him:

"Inform the surrounding adventurers to explore the surroundings. Pay attention to a team of at least 5 people. If you find something wrong, don't act rashly..."

Captain Mellen of the Guards did not think that Adam Smith was making a fuss out of a molehill, but nodded in agreement:

"No problem, I will tell them, otherwise you can go in first..."

Adam Smith did not show any pretense and turned around and got into the carriage. The specially customized protective carriage cost him 9,000 gold coins.

It can not only protect against the slashing of swords, but also resist the attacks of long-range bows and crossbows.

It also has pretty good protection against destructive spells like fireball.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Adam Smith saw Matthew looking outside through the gap in the window, and quickly spoke:

"I heard that the Territorial Guard has stepped up patrols. Those guys shouldn't attack on the official road, right?"

Looking away from Blood Moon City in the distance, after hearing Adam Smith's words, Matthew looked at the darkened scene outside the car and replied in a calm voice:
Chapter completed!