The merchant convoy was moving slowly, and the raised sand and dust rolled along the straight avenue for nearly a kilometer. The Trade Avenue went straight through the plain and headed west. The road surface was shining with ochre red light in the afterglow of the setting sun, which was clearly visible several kilometers away.

Any robber can quickly learn how to judge the size and speed of the caravan based on the dust raised by the caravan.

In front of us, these cars are moving slowly at a speed of less than three kilometers per hour. This means that they are full-loaded trucks and the sluggish Gus beasts are also used.

One kilometer of dust is not much - every month, a group of giant caravans transporting alchemy raw materials will go to the casting area. There will be trade merchants with the Blacksmiths' Corps, searching for enough goods from various material planes and coming here to trade.

According to the strength of the wind that day, its tail can extend two kilometers or even further. Quis estimated that there must be more than ten carriages in front of the cargo, and bodyguards are also provided in front and on both wings.

They had to enter the walls of the casting area at midnight—much later than the safe period, but there was actually no "safe time" to talk about when they were doing business in the bottomless abyss—so when night fell, they were still some distance from the fortress in the eastern plain.

For a bandit gang that is familiar with it, this is definitely a piece of fat that is delivered to your mouth. It is suitable and there is no risk of eating it.

So, either the caravan owner had lost his mind or had other mystery. However, Navat did not agree with Quis's point of view. The gang leader shook his eyes in anticipation and grinned, "I won't wait too long," he giggled suddenly, "They will rush to attack the convoy before the sun sets, while those idiots are all over camping and drinking."

He moved his tall and thin body and glanced at Quis. Quis led his gray-scaled bird to the right rear of Navat. The bandit's eyes shone under his messy gray eyebrows, and he patted his narrow nose with his dirty fingertips. "Let's watch, Hu Tuke. We can grab a large sum of gold, silver and wine tonight."

Quis nodded absent-mindedly, his eyes still staring at the dust floating on the northern horizon. The bandits only knew that his name was Hugh Hood, a mercenary who was exiled from the main material plane to the bottomless abyss, but Navat told him—and all other mortals not born in Galhasta—called Hutuke.

In their dialect mixed with the Abyss, the word means "domestic dog", which refers to the pets of wealthy businessmen, as well as obese, lazy, spoiled city people.

Navat would never let his subordinates forget that he and others are different nations. He is a pure Galhasta, a mortal hero who can roam the planes of demons everywhere. His bloodline can even trace the mortal war chiefs who followed the Aita Clan to fight the bottomless abyss. Although he is as thin as a piece of dried flesh, his dark skin is weathered and covered with wrinkles due to his years of exposure to the ruthless sunlight.

At this time, he was wearing a simple robe, which was pulled off from a merchant who was sending spices to the casting area, and now it was dyed brown by wind and sand, and was wrapped around his waist with a wide belt commonly used by riders (it was very effective in preventing hernia caused by bumps). Its cracked surface had many precise marks, recording how many battles he had participated in and how many enemies he had killed as a bandit.

Quis had neither reason nor willing to question Navat's life experience. The bandit leader had a pair of daggers with tooth shanks inserted between his waist, and often carried a sharp scimitar that the bandits loved in his hand. He could easily control a war horse with a little dream bloodline at the age of age, as if he was born with a horseback. Quis did not have the ability and could not do so. But he suspected that Navat was expelled from the tribe because he fell in love with the leader's daughter, although the latter bragged to others so much every day. Quis suspected that the real reason might be related to the dark green patches left on the robber's only teeth, which was proof of long-term use of an alchemy psychedelic agent.

However, it is certain that Navat's glorious years have passed. In fact, he only has twenty hungry and ragged men, and occasionally steal a few newer clothes to wear. Most of the gangs, because they did not carry their mounts when they joined the gang, could only walk forward with difficulty, while Navat and the most well-equipped gangs rode on the snatched mounts. Most of the members only had wooden sticks, some with large wooden blocks or blunt bronze knives on them; their armor could be used to show off at most. The gang only had a few spears and some stone throwing ropes in their hands, let alone those guns, even crossbow fights.

They were the worst bandits Quis had ever seen, or to be more precise, they were just a bunch of scavengers disguised as bandits.

On weekdays, this group of people can only survive by picking up the leftovers left by those powerful bandits after finishing their work. But because of this, among all the desperate people on the entire golden plain, they only accepted a gangster who had no idea what they could do. They had almost nothing to lose. Even those demons who like to play with the souls of mortals, could they really not find a better soul in Galhasta?

"So, don't worry, 'Hughue Hood'," Navat said to Quis: "You don't even need to shoot a gun for a while, just ride the grayscale bird and follow me and you can get a share of the 'night hunting'."

"Then I'll wait and see," Quis said.

A long time ago, the spies of the Yongxu Zhiscao Chamber of Commerce sent him information from all over Galhasta. He knew that there were two kinds of bandits on the golden plain in the foundry area: one was a pitiful mob like Navat and his men; the other was a true bandit. In the past three hundred years, with the rise of the foundry area, some people who were seeking a life in the bottomless abyss moved near the plain.

Due to its geographical location, the casting area is located in the most remote corner of Galhasta. There is almost no natural endowment here. Only by relying on the transfer of resources from other places can the factories here operate. It sounds incredible, and it is completely different from the development trajectory of industrial areas in the material plane, but the fact is, it is like.
Chapter completed!