Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 912: Lack Of Popular Will

Ante was asleep in a daze when a cold object suddenly slipped down his collar, causing him to immediately wake up from the cold. The boy almost jumped out of the quilt, his body trembling, causing the snow powder inside to shake out. Alan smiled and Ante said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"You, calm down. I kindly woke you up. Don't wait for the horse to step on the camp and crush you into meat paste. Are you going to blame me instead, kid?"

Only then did Ante hear the silhouette outside the tent cool down, and a faint exclamation of surprise could be heard. He snorted and said, "Then wake me up. Why are you freezing me with snow?"

"Interesting." Alan gave him an annoying answer, looked at Belmord, and the two of them got out of the tent. Ante gritted his teeth, picked up a refined saber and left the tent.

The tent was brightly lit.

Several snowy fields had already lit up, illuminating the camp. The mercenaries in the caravan stayed behind, and the troops of the mercenary corps rushed back and forth, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Ellen found an inconspicuous place and placed his hands on Red King's back in the snow. He said to Belmord, "What do you think?"

Belmord's ears twitched. "Not a small number."

"Well, there are at least fifty of them. There aren't so many Thieves in the Absolute Shadow Highland, much less fifty warhorses. Or are the Thieves starting to hold each other in winter?"

Ante rolled his eyes at the man beside him. "What a cold joke."

Alan smiled and looked like he was watching a play.

Belmord couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to make a move later?"

Don't forget that we are two young masters who kidnapped an expert guard and borrowed this caravan from the Roger merchant's handwriting to go to Mountain City to find relatives and visitors, "he said," if you don't make a move, then don't make a move, don't forget our current identity. The caravan hired the Thousand Birds Mercenary Group as a guard. We should give them a share of the guard's money. We should at least let them put in their effort. "If you don't work for free, then how can you do it?"

Belmord shrugged his shoulders. "You're the boss. You're the boss."

They were chatting and laughing, but the mercenary corps wasn't so relaxed. Walker stood alone outside the camp, his hand on the sword on his horse. This Luo Yan had died with him for so many years, but he had never been willing to change it. Originally, he wanted to leave Luo Yan's pavilion this time, so he could retire. I didn't expect that this extremely ordinary guard mission would have a faint sense of danger tonight.

Darang hadn't returned from scouting, but Watch's experience told him that there were quite a few people on the other side.

A moment later, Darang returned and said in a low voice, "There are at least fifty of them."

"Fifty cavalry?" Watch narrowed his eyes. "Are they all cavalry?"

"Yes, they will arrive in at most three minutes."

"See which Thief Group it is?"

"I can't see it clearly. The other party doesn't have any logo."

"This is troublesome." Watch knew very well how terrifying the cavalry's high-speed charge was. It was a torrent of steel. Although the Thousand Bird Mercenary Corps had twenty long spear warriors who specialized in dealing with cavalry, this small number would probably only be able to withstand the next wave of attacks. No wonder Walker wasn't fully prepared. After all, no one knew that a group of fifty bandits had suddenly jumped out of the Absolute Shadow Highland.

"Guild Leader, Mr. Saga has an expert on hand." Darang prompted, "May I ask him for help?"

Watch's eyes lit up. He also knew about the black-clothed man. The opponent had a calm demeanor and was a person who had crossed the level 20 barrier. With his help, as long as there were no experts among the fifty cavalry, it would be more than enough to deal with them. However, he was the bodyguard of the two noble young masters, so it wouldn't be so easy to borrow him. Watch frowned and said to Darang, "Try it. Remember to be sincere."

Darang nodded.

In the camp, Allen and the others simply found a dwarf rock. Cleaned up the snow and laid a carpet. Alan and Ont sat on it, while Belmord leaned against the stone. The three of them looked out of the camp and the corner of Belmord's mouth, who had been listening with his eyes closed, curled up. "The sound of horse hooves is mixed and not chaotic. Hidden in a line. This is not something the Thieves can take out. It is clearly a trained cavalry squadron."

Alan nodded, "Dark Blade mentioned before that a squadron would secretly leave the city every once in a while in the barracks. I don't know where the motive is, but I only know that they will return in three days. When they return, they will bring a large amount of supplies. At first, I thought that they were purchased secretly from elsewhere by Rackett, but now, it seems that they are clearly related to the officials and bandits."

'"You mean Rackett's cavalry also played the role of bandits? How is that possible? Isn't it the responsibility of the knights to protect the territory?" Ante's eyes widened from the side.

"If only Rackett had your awareness. Unfortunately, he is a greedy fellow, and his knights might not be able to defend the honor and creed of knights." Alan smiled and said, "Rackett is not the only one who is the lord and the leader of the biggest bandits. You have to be thankful that your father raised an umbrella for you so you can't see too much dirt. But now, it's time for you to see something clearly."

Belmord suddenly said, "Darang is coming for us."

Ante was hostile to him, "What is he doing here!"

Alan patted Belmord on the shoulder and said, "What else can I do? Of course, I'm here to lend our master a hand."

Darang separated the crowd and came to the three of them. He looked at the crowd and then said to Alan, "Mr. Saga, according to our observation, it is very likely that we will be attacked by a group of fifty cavalry. The strength and numbers of this group of thieves exceed our expectations. I'm afraid they will cause serious damage to the caravan."

Darang's words immediately caused a commotion among the nearby caravans. People subconsciously moved closer to him, wanting to know more information.

Ante frowned when he saw the crowd gather. The boy felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Alan was expressionless, while Belmord closed his eyes and smiled.

Darang narrowed his eyes. He had already thought about it when he came. If he was merely borrowing from Alan, this young master would probably refuse. However, if the merchants were to be provoked, and if the merchants' interests were the prerequisite, then under the pressure of the crowd, these two useless young masters would still have to borrow it if they didn't borrow it. Darang asked himself if he could sell out this method of borrowing his strength.

On the dwarf rock, Alan said seriously, "Then we'll have to rely on the Thousand Birds to protect us. Mr. Darang, please do your best."

Ang especially turned his face away, his body twitching slightly. He gritted his teeth tightly and didn't let himself laugh. The man beside him, pretending to be so natural was also a realm.

Darang snorted and smiled, "We, Qianniao, are still reluctant to rely on ourselves. I hope that Mr. Saga can let the guard beside you participate in the battle. If he is an expert, everyone's safety will be guaranteed. Mr. Saga, what do you think?"

"That's right." Alan refused straightforwardly.

People looked at Alan and then at Darang. The latter sighed, "Does Mr. Saga care about everyone's life and death?"

Ellen laughed and patted Belmord, saying, "This is the bodyguard that my family spent a lot of money to hire. In order for Mr. Belmord to protect us, he also used the affection of some old people." Then please tell me, Mr. Darang, why did I lend you the expert bodyguard that I hired at such a high price? I think I already paid for your Qianniao Guard's money when I joined the caravan. If I don't take care of it, Qianniao would be a bit self-destructive to do so. "

Darang smiled and said, "It's not that Qianniao doesn't do anything. It's that she doesn't have the strength to catch her. That's why she wants to borrow someone from you."

"What does it have to do with me if you guys are unable to catch me?" Ellen asked.

Darang looked at the people beside him and shouted, "But this has to do with everyone's safety."

Ellen smiled and asked, "If it were you, would you lend me someone?"

"It's my duty to borrow it!" Darang said righteously.

'"Oh," said Allen, "I don't have Mr. Darang's stock. Besides, our brothers' lives are at stake, so I won't lend you anymore."

Darang was stunned. He hadn't expected that he would set up a trap for Alan. This young noble still insisted on not borrowing people. Wasn't he afraid that he would offend the crowd? Sure enough, there was no need for him to say anything else. Alan's arrogant attitude had already angered the people of the caravan. They accused Allen of being unjust, ignoring the safety of the caravan, and some even spat on Allen. All of a sudden, thousands of people were in all sorts of positions, and their faces were

Alan looked at Belmord.

The latter raised his hand with a cold smile. A black flame suddenly crossed between the people and the dwarf stone. The flame tongue twisted, scaring back a few men who were too impulsive to rush up the dwarf stone to find Allen's theory. Darang's expression was even uglier. Although he had only revealed a simple move, he was once again jealous of the fact that there was such an expert guarding the two rice buckets. Alan stood up and smiled, "Mr. Darlan, if you don't go back, the bandits will attack. And you people, it's none of your business if my men borrow it. If you have time to talk to me here, why don't you scram back and think about how to keep your belongings?"

Darang sighed and left in silence. When the others saw him leave, no one dared to cross the black flame, so they could only disperse with resentment. "Why don't you lend him someone and you need a guard?" Ante asked, puzzled as Alan sat back down.

"Whether I need to borrow someone or not is another matter." Alan sat back down and looked at the camp and said, "Also, I'm playing Hedonist Young Master Saga, not Lord Alan." Do the whole thing, you learn it. And then there's Darang. If this kid comes to me sincerely, I'll borrow it. But as you can see, he also played a moral game, trying to force me to submit by borrowing the momentum of the caravans. Playing tricks? It all depended on who was right and how well they were used. "You're wrong. He doesn't even know how to die."

"Finally, the heart." Alan looked at Ont and smiled, "If I could borrow someone this time, they might not be able to decide what they want to borrow from me next time. I'm no different from them in that there's always a lack of people. The difference is that I know when to reach out, what to take, what to kill, and what not to touch."

Ante was thoughtful.

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