Chapter 46 Caravan
Baron Todd nodded, indicating that he understood.

Because it was indeed the case, the red dragon in front of him didn't bother to deceive him.

As the thirteenth son who was not valued in the family, he angered his father by abusing his power in Beifeng Castle and was exiled to the remote town of Sige.

It would be more accurate to say it was exile rather than enfeoffment.

This sparsely populated town adjacent to Storm Peaks, without sufficient military strength, would be a disaster for it if it encountered any foreign invasion, whether it was a giant or a real dragon.

It would be better to find a stronger outsider nearby to maintain his own power, develop and expand his own forces, and then find an opportunity to break away from control, compete with his brothers, and gain his father's attention.

Thinking of this, Todd said in a rather flattering tone:

"Thank you for your sincerity, Lord Feiyan. I am glad that we can cooperate with you, the great red dragon."

Cassius nodded slightly:
"My Lord Baron, please remember that we must recognize the sovereignty of the Burning Embers Nest over Storm Peak and compensate you for your reckless behavior. This is the premise and basis of our cooperation."

Todd said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Cassius added a hint of joking to his tone:

"Then please take your loyal subordinates back to the Baron's mansion. I hope to see what I want tomorrow."

"Yes, Master Feiyan."

Baron Todd looked at Hart not far away, the hatred for his betrayal so deep in his eyes that he could hardly suppress it.

But when he thought of the red dragon in front of him, he didn't dare to attack immediately, and could only force a fake smile on his pale face.

Seeing this, Hart had beads of sweat on his forehead.

But he changed his mind and thought that he had the red dragon's support, his life was safe, and he could even serve as a spy of the Burning Nest to contain the baron, so he smiled in a demonstrative manner.

"Let us go, Lord Baron."

Hart's last four words seemed to be uttered with gritted teeth.

Cassius watched the two people, who hated each other and had their own ulterior motives, walk away side by side, and he felt that his evil taste was satisfied.

The conditions he proposed seemed "equal", but in fact they were malicious. I believe Todd also saw this to some extent, but he had no room to refuse.

The army was stationed there and was in charge of trade.

When the military and financial power of a region is in his hands, Baron Todd is just a puppet. In his plan, after the players come, even the baron will become dispensable and be replaced by him.

The red dragon looked at Baron Todd's thin back.

The baron did not become his dependent after signing the contract.

For he is a vampire spawn—a ravenous creature filled with a vampire's thirst for blood, yet controlled by his vampire creator.

When vampires perform the evil "ascension ritual" and turn themselves into ascended vampires that are not afraid of sunlight, these derivatives will become sacrifices and turn into blood.

However, if a vampire allows his offspring to sip his blood, the offspring will become a real vampire and will no longer be controlled by the creator. Of course, only a very small number of vampires will do this.

In the previous life's mission about vampires, Duke Brad finally performed an ascension ceremony, but fortunately he was stopped by the players. Hundreds of people broke into the basement of the castle and bombarded it, resolving the crisis.

"Tsk tsk."

"A vampire spawn who seeks to gain the master's attention."

"What a pathetic guy."

Cassius' pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, and then disappeared.

The next morning.

A large caravan left the town of Sige with trucks full of goods.

The townspeople were no longer surprised by the caravans, even though the guards of this caravan were all wearing heavy armor that did not reveal their faces, covered with black robes, and their figures were inexplicably tall.

But the leader was Hart, who was familiar to the townspeople and had not appeared for many days. Since it was Hart who took action, it was the order of the Baron.

And it would undoubtedly be a foolish act to covet the treasure of the "Bloody Baron".

Therefore, the townspeople hurriedly stopped their curious children and deliberately turned a blind eye to the caravan, for fear of being captured and made into slaves.

Hart rode in the middle of the team.

Tall guards walked on both sides, breathing heavily.

Although Hart couldn't see their faces, since they were from the Burning Embers' Lair, he could probably guess that they were hobgoblins or bear goblins. However, he was not too panicked. Instead, these monsters were the source of his survival.

After returning to the Baron's Mansion last night, the angry Baron Todd threatened him many times and even cursed him viciously, but in the end he did not dare to harm his life, which made him see through the Baron's bluff.

Baron Todd did not dare to anger the red dragon.

This is the conclusion Hart came to.

The cargo brought by this caravan included armor, weapons and twenty extremely precious magic scrolls, which was enough to show Baron Todd's desire to please.

This was more like tribute than a transaction.

"call"

The winter in Anzeta is so cold that Hart exhaled a breath of white air and couldn't help wrapping himself in thick animal skin clothes.

Snowflakes were still falling, and the loaded carriages left deep ruts in the snow. The large caravan became a series of black dots in the snow.

"Ow—"

Strange noises were heard from the snow-covered hillside.

The sound was long and mournful, like some kind of tragic cry.

The guards transporting the goods thought it was just the sound of wind and did not pay too much attention to it.

But Hart was experienced. He listened carefully for a moment and immediately perked up.

"Stay alert! This is not the whistling of the wind!"

Hart yelled.

On the distant hillside, several snow-white figures moved like ghosts in the snowy environment, rushing towards the caravan, making terrifying howls that sounded like wails.

"It's a snowman!"

Hart recognized these monsters at a glance.

This burly creature struts among the mountain peaks, constantly hunting and feeding.

Even in blizzard conditions, the Yeti will brave the cold and snow, lured by the scent of its prey.

Hart was complaining in his heart. There was nothing worse than encountering a snowman in windy and snowy weather. If he was not careful, the whole army would be wiped out.

He was subconsciously trying to call on the caravan to escape, but he found that the "guards" had uncovered the black cloth covering them.

These "guards" are nearly two meters in height, tall and strong, with protruding fangs in their mouths, and their cloudy yellow eyes are filled with fanaticism for battle and thirst for blood. Their red skin is particularly conspicuous against the backdrop of the snow, and it is even covered with sparse scales.

——That's the hobgoblin.

This is the most elite force under Dolo.

"I almost forgot. We are also full of monsters here."

Hart looked stunned and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)