At first, Lori was quite ignorant.

But soon Lori knew what the poem that Xiwei chanted meant.

"How about Lori, are you afraid?"

Xiwei held his hoe and patted on the grassy soil. Today, the soil in the backyard must be fertile enough.

"Hmph~╭(╯^╰)╮" Lori pouted arrogantly.

What's the use of being afraid? It seems that being afraid can stop Sivy.

"Hehe..." Seeing that the little maid looked indifferent to life and death, he already knew what Loli was thinking.

But today you must be more careful and be gentle when reclaiming the land.

Otherwise, it may cause blockage and soil damage. After all, the hoe in his hand is the largest.

However, such things are already very skillful for Xiwei.

He and Loli had a good relationship. Soon the viscosity of the soil was enough, and then he swung the hoe and chiseled it in.

Loli was still a little uncomfortable when he was digging the orchard in the backyard for the first time, but Shivi was already an old fruit farmer and had already exchanged farming experience with Ruoyi. At this moment, he touched the green peaches and picked round grapes to eat. Loli soon became immersed in the joy of farming and became ease.

And Xiwei continued to improve his farming efficiency, and the two sang the song of the fruit farmers' farming together.

After sowing the seeds, new fruits may grow in this land in the spring of the coming year.

The words are divided into two ends.

Without doing human affairs, the position coordinates have been shared in real time on the player's public channel.

Of course, it is not the time to attack.

Less than half an hour after leaving the departure location, he was accurately attacked by the local army. Barna and Plateril are not fools and will definitely suspect that there is an insider, which will affect the plan after not doing human affairs.

So in the end, the attack time was set at three in the morning without doing anything.

This is the most exhausting time for people. When they are attacked, Barna and Prattier will definitely be confused.

When they were confused, they didn't have much time to think about the whole story.

Everything is in a plan to not do human affairs.

It was soon three o'clock in the morning, and during this period, the Black Truffle Caravan passed by a total of seven checkpoints.

The garrison soldiers at the checkpoints inspected the caravan's cargo, but because it was too late, the garrison soldiers also dozed off. So when it was initially determined that the goods transported were only some coal mines, they let them go directly.

Pilate was very good at it and stuffed some money to every knight in charge of guarding the post.

Some people took it, while others confiscated it.

He watched silently without doing anything, and wrote down all the names and identity backgrounds of the knights who had collected money in the small notebook.

In addition, they encountered three waves of patrol soldiers.

I don't know whether to be grateful or regretful.

These three waves of patrol soldiers were all "people" who had been taken care of by Bishop Charlie.

They just symbolically said hello to Plater and Barna and let it go directly.

After walking for about ten minutes, the Black Truffle Caravan entered a dense jungle.

After passing through this jungle, you will reach the border line of the Heihe Colonel.

"This is the Heihe Forest. The main timber production area of ​​the entire Heihe Corps is the only one in the Sorento Mountains. However, monsters are rampant there, far less than the Heihe Forest."

Pilate rarely had such interest. He pointed to a large area of ​​wooden stakes left after being cut down in the distance and explained to the players with a smile.

"The color of the stakes should be oak, and it will take decades to grow again."

Speaking of this, he felt a little sad. He probably died of old age decades later.

Human lifespan is generally short, even if it is advanced to legend, it will only last for two thousand years.

Moreover, as life span increases, strength will become weaker and weaker.

A two-thousand-year-old legend may not be able to beat a young champion Cavalier...

If you want true eternal life, you must ignite the divine fire and become a demigod.

[With the help of an adult, I should be able to live at least three or four hundred years old!]

Pilate cheered himself on.

He is 46 years old now, and in his opinion, it is already very good to live for three or four hundred years.

“Isn’t it a little too quiet around?”

Compared to Pilate, who imagined the future, the old wizard who was nearly sixty years old was obviously more vigilant.

Otherwise, what if you say that people become old?

"I haven't heard the sound of insects in a while." Barna's voice was serious, and his venomous eyes glanced around. He slowly pulled out the snake-headed staff from his arms, and the two Templars standing behind him also held their usual hands on the hilt of the sword.

As we all know, when predators appear.

The jungle will become very quiet.

But today I was not a predator.

"Warning!" Barna growled, "I think the road ahead may not be easy."

He held the snake-head staff and pointed at the surroundings, and the miserable green light gathered on the snake-head staff.

When the predator appears, the magic that destroys Gula can immediately give a fatal blow!

The time is ripe.

If you don’t do personnel and work, you will slowly fall to the back of the team.

Then, a signal of attack is sent on the player's public channel.

"Cry—!" A crisp whistle sounded.

Then, howlings echoed in the woods.

For a moment, I actually felt like I was dreaming of returning to Monkey Mountain.

As the shouts grew closer and closer, a group of figures wearing shiny equipment and pig masks on their faces emerged from the jungle in all directions.

Barna, who was the most nervous, was so scared that she almost had a cardiac arrest by this sudden scene.

As for Pilate, he was stunned in the carriage, and he was still confused now.

"Who are you?" Barna screamed in a stern holding the snake's head staff: "This is the Black Truffle Caravan. Do you want to die if you intercept us?"

The words in his mouth are threatening, but the movements in his hands are also quite quick.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue poisonous mist sprayed out from the snake-headed staff swept towards the nearest group of players.

Although I just met these attackers who suddenly appeared.

However, Barna has discovered that these attackers are not strong.

Take the people in front of you as an example.

Although his equipment looks fancy and whistle, he is a mage, and the magic lamp he is most familiar with is the magic lamp.

Only rookies and mercenaries pursue these flashy things.

For example, if you inlaid the luminous beads on the hilt of the sword, even if you hang a magic lamp directly, you will have a similar effect to the operation of those rookies.

After this reasoning and analysis, his tight little heart calmed down.

Killing so many attackers is a great achievement.
Chapter completed!