The red strange bird directly grabbed the goblin caster and flew into the air. When it flew to a height of several hundred meters, it suddenly released its claws.

The latter fell to the ground with a thud after a few seconds of free fall and died alive.

Obviously, this goblin has not learned or prepared the [Feather Fall Technique], otherwise a falling situation like this would be nothing to a well-prepared arcane spell caster.

Just when everyone was shocked by this sudden change, Dumbledore finally appeared within their sight.

However, this centenarian man did not use his best magic spell, but activated a very inconspicuous small object, then pulled out the sharp sword hanging from his waist and rushed into the goblins to activate Wushuang.

Mowing mode.

Countless goblins were helpless in front of the sharp sword in his hand, and were easily split in half on the spot, with blood and internal organs splattering and staining the ground red.

If Zuo Si were here, he would definitely recognize that the effect surrounding Dumbledore's body at this moment is exactly the strengthening magic promoted by Hermione.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Due to the change in the spell casting environment, the spells on the magical earth will not work at all on the continent of Faerûn.

As a last resort, he could only use magic storage items that were made using part of this world's magic technology. With the help of enhanced magic, he could kill these little monsters that looked no different from bandits and save the humans around the convoy who were under attack.

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After all, the wizards who graduated from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts were all extremely reckless. Its founder also left a sword, so Dumbledore also learned and practiced swordsmanship when he was young.

Although it has not been used for decades, it is still no problem to bully goblins with the blessing of strengthening magic.

At this moment, this old man with gray hair and beard looks a bit like the "Sword Master of Middle-earth" Gandalf. Everywhere he passes are mutilated corpses, and even the agile goblin dogs can't get close.

Wherever the silver sword light flashes, enemies will inevitably fall.

As we all know, goblins have never been a courageous race.

When they witnessed the powerful spellcaster leader falling to death, the tribe's most valiant warriors were killed one after another like little chickens. They immediately abandoned the convoy and fled screaming, leaving only a mess everywhere.

"Phew—these little monsters finally ran away.

Otherwise I won't be able to hold on any longer.

This kind of overly fierce battle is really hard for an old man of my age.

It seems that this world is much more brutal and dangerous than I imagined.

And I have to find a place where I can learn magic as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome if I encounter more powerful monsters."

Dumbledore shook off the blood on his sword and muttered something in a low voice.

There is no doubt that his appearance and the rout of the goblins immediately stunned the mercenaries who originally planned to kill their employer.

Especially the captain who raised the leaf hammer and planned to kill him was now frozen in place, while the fat businessman showed an expression of ecstasy, struggled to get up and pounced directly on the old man who saved his life, using extremely fast

The lingua franca tells the situation and tries to seek refuge from the other person.

It is a pity that Dumbledore did not understand the common language of Faerûn at all, and he did not know that the middle-aged fat man in front of him babbled a lot of things he wanted to express.

However, judging from the expressions of the mercenaries and the nervous reactions of both parties, it seems that internal conflicts broke out due to unknown reasons.

Because he didn't understand the situation, the old man couldn't make a judgment. He could only use gestures and movements to signal both sides not to conflict.

He did not realize at all that the biggest difference between the continent of Faerûn and the magical earth was that there were real gods here.

Therefore, those who believe in evil gods will not feel any guilt when killing people, but will think that they are practicing their teachings. Even if they are caught and killed, it will be a supreme honor.

Therefore, most of the devout followers of the evil god are a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death.

Law and order have no deterrent effect on them at all.

Anyone with some religious knowledge knows that the soul of a believer after death will be taken away to obtain eternal life in the kingdom of gods.

In the end, thanks to the mediation of the Hogwarts Sword Master who did not understand the language, the merchants and mercenaries calmed down at least, and no longer continued the fierce quarrels or even curses, but they only maintained a superficial peace.

They had obviously realized that this powerful old man was most likely from another dimension.

This is so common in Faerûn, where travelers are everywhere, that it’s not worth making a fuss about.

The businessman's plan was to arrive at the nearest city, Serron, under the protection of Dumbledore, and then report the mercenaries' intention to murder their employer to the local law enforcement authorities.

The mercenaries were thinking of finding an opportunity to kill the fat man on the last thirty roads.

If they can't, they should run away before entering the city, otherwise they will be caught and hanged.

Under the surging undercurrent, the seemingly distant caravan quickly buried the dead, packed up the goods, and set off again.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't care about this. He was observing everything around him through his wise eyes, and then judged the general situation of the world and the overall level of civilization.

It didn't take long for him to realize from the weapons, armor, clothes, shoes and the dazzling array of goods on the carriages of the caravan members that the world might be in a state similar to that of the earth in the fourteenth century.

But the living standards of civilians are relatively better. Unlike the scrawny serfs in the Middle Ages, most people's physical condition and nutritional intake are pretty good.

The cargo even included exquisite glassware, pottery, herbs, weapons, armor, spices and translucent spider silk clothing embroidered with beautiful patterns.

It was not until close to the 18th or 19th century that products like this became widely available on the planet.

The most important thing is that the old man didn't find many things related to magic in the convoy, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Fortunately, the caravan's destination must be to sell the goods, and as long as it followed these locals, it could go to the town, so Dumbledore patiently followed the convoy and moved forward slowly.

After about a few hours, it started to get dark, and the team stopped in a relatively empty place on the roadside and started cutting wood to make a fire for cooking.

Although it was already very close to the city of Serron, according to the fat merchant's idea, it was best to go through the city gate in one go and stay at a hotel in the safety of the city.

But the problem is that most cities in Faerûn will close their city gates at night to prevent enemies or monsters from rushing in and causing damage under the cover of night.

This means that even if the caravan arrives at Sellon, the defenders will not open the door to them. Instead, they will have to wait outside the city wall overnight and wait for dawn before the city gate opens before they can enter.

Since it was destined to be impossible to enter the city tonight, the fat businessman naturally had no need to urge the team to rush on a dangerous night.

After a while, the coachman and the crew in the caravan lit a bonfire, set up the iron pot and began to cook soup.

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Add some dried mushrooms, onions, cabbage, carrots, and finally sprinkle with some thickened bread crumbs and cheese, and a pot of thick soup with Sambian flavor is ready.

In order to please his savior, the fat businessman personally filled a large bowl for Dumbledore and cut a large piece of white flour that was not very hard.

"Thanks!"

Dumbledore nodded and took the food with a smile, followed the example of others, soaked the bread in the soup, then put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Hmm - it tastes pretty good.

He commented from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, this so-called "good" is only for British people who have lived in food deserts for many years.

If it were Zuo Silai, he would definitely regard this pot of random stew as dark cuisine.

Especially if bread crumbs and cheese are thrown into the soup, he will not accept it under any circumstances, let alone take a sip.

After eating his share, Dumbledore sat in front of the bonfire with his back against the wheel of the carriage and looked up at the stars.

Through the completely different positions of the stars in the sky and on the earth, he could finally be 100% sure that he had left his hometown and was in a completely unknown world.

The long-lost excitement and anticipation filled his brain, causing the old man not to feel sleepy at all.

In order to prevent those mercenaries from plotting against him, the fat businessman brought a bottle of fine wine to Dumbledore after dinner to get close to him.

After the two of them finished the bottle of wine, talking to each other in different languages, the businessman lay down on the ground next to him and pretended to fall asleep.

He knew very well that as long as he spent this last night safely, he would be completely out of danger.

So even though I was very tired and sleepy, I still didn't dare to really fall asleep, but forced myself to stay alert.

On the other hand, the mercenaries also realized that tonight was the last chance to take action, so they made a ruthless plan to lure the old man away first, then kill their employer without stopping, steal all the money from him, and run away.

Soon, the thief in the team who was good at moving forward disappeared into the darkness, quietly took out a piece of something wrapped in layers of parchment, and threw it into the middle of the horses and livestock that were eating feed.

moment!

The horses, oxen, and other animals responsible for pulling the cart, which were very quiet just a second ago, immediately roared uneasily, and at the same time, each one began to struggle and scurry around as if they were frightened.

This undoubtedly caused the resting coachmen, merchants and clerks to not care about anything else and got up to appease the animals, causing the entire camp to become a mess.

Even Dumbledore had to join in chasing the livestock, and even sent Phoenix Fawkes to fly high above the mountains to see where the horses that had run away were hiding.

"Hehe! It's really two gold coins per pack of dragon dung. The effect is really immediate."

The thief raised his lips and revealed a sinister smile.

Obviously, what he just threw was nothing else, but dragon excrement that could have a huge deterrent effect on other beasts.

Many adventurers like to buy a pack of dry supplies when going into the wild.

As long as it is opened and placed around when camping and resting, generally speaking, no wild beasts or other animals will come close to it.

If this thing is thrown next to livestock, the timid horses will be frightened and go crazy, causing a huge commotion.

And this is exactly what the mercenaries want to achieve.

While everyone was busy chasing horses in the night, a dozen mercenaries quickly grabbed the lone businessman and covered the middle-aged fat man's mouth and nose, preventing him from making even a single utterance.

cry for help.

After about a few minutes, they quietly left the camp and came to a river six or seven hundred meters away.

The leader of the team smiled ferociously and said to the businessman: "Dear Mr. Employer, do you think you can escape from us with that mysterious old man? Stop daydreaming! No one can save you today!"
To be continued...