Chapter 282 Armats

Kalinsha has been experiencing frequent heavy rains recently. Sometimes, even when the sky is clear and cloudless, a large patch of dark clouds suddenly appears from nowhere, followed by a torrential downpour.

Such is the weather. Enri had no choice but to carry an umbrella with her, stepping on the still slightly damp ground, and heading towards the potion workshop.

"The weather in the Holy Kingdom is truly fickle," Enri thought to herself, spotting a small puddle ahead, she leaped over it with a forceful push of her front foot.

Splash!

The large figure of Kuro leisurely followed Enri, carelessly stepping into the puddle, splashing a string of muddy water.

"Kuro, you've gotten your paws dirty again," Enri said with a headache upon seeing this.

"Woof," Kuro responded lazily.

Drip ~ Drip ~ Drip-

The sky darkened, and rain fell without warning. Enri quickly took down her umbrella, opened it, and held it over her head: "Why is it raining again?"

Pedestrians on the street also opened their umbrellas one after another, and voices of complaint or displeasure rose from the crowd.

Due to the rain, the street became a bit chaotic. Enri gripped the umbrella tightly with both hands and walked forward, and under the intimidation of Kuro, pedestrians on the street proactively made way wherever she went.

"It's a bit late today, I need to hurry to the workshop to deliver the potions as soon as possible, I can't keep the customers waiting," Enri thought, quickening her pace.

When she was in the kingdom, she always sold potions with Verdant Witch, but the people of the Holy Kingdom didn't really like demi-humans.

To prevent trouble, she now had Kuro accompanying her.

"Demi-humans aren't all bad people."

"Is this the 'prejudice' that Master mentioned?" Enri always felt that Verdant Witch, although a bit aloof, was a very good person.

The sudden rain came quickly and went quickly. Just as the potion workshop came into view, the dark clouds in the sky had already dissipated.

According to the residents of "Kalinsha," this season is always rainy. The Holy Kingdom is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and there are always some abnormal weather patterns every year.

Walking a few steps faster. Enri arrived at the door of the potion workshop, hesitated for a moment, signaled Kuro to wait outside the door, and then walked into the workshop.

Selling alchemical potions to other potion workshops, Enri was naturally not going to provoke them, because this was the location set by that trader.

A serious atmosphere permeated the potion workshop. Ten figures wearing gray raincoats stood quietly in the hall. With Enri's arrival, they all looked over at once.

Enri's steps faltered as she walked into the workshop, and she said softly: "I'm here to deliver the potions."

One of the figures walked out from the crowd. It was a middle-aged man with a finger-length scar on his face.

"Thank you for your trouble, where are the potions?"

The scarred man first sized up Enri, and then spoke indifferently.

Enri quickly took out 20 bottles of "Regeneration Potion" from the magic pouch at her waist, and said calmly: "Here are your potions."

Having experienced so much, Enri was no longer the timid and cautious village girl who had just left Carne Village.

These 10 people look a bit like adventurers,

Judging by their attire, there are guerrillas and thieves.

Enri quickly glanced around, muttering inwardly.

But she also felt that these people didn't seem like real adventurers, more like those elite soldiers often encountered in "Kalinsha."

"20 bottles? That's so few," the scarred man frowned, turning his head to shout to a figure beside him: "Check them."

Another young man, also wearing a raincoat, walked out from the crowd, took the 20 bottles of potion from Enri's hand, raised his palm and aimed it at the potion bottles, chanting in a low voice:

"Item Appraisal."

Magical light flickered. The young man showed a surprised expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"There's no problem. It's the first time I've seen this kind of healing potion. The effect is even better than rumored. It might really save our lives at a critical moment."

Hearing this. A slight smile appeared on the scarred man's face as he looked at Enri: "That's good, how many gold coins in total?"

Enri immediately said: "10 gold coins per bottle, a total of 200 gold coins."

"What!"

"So cheap? The number I inquired about wasn't this price," the young man holding the potion suddenly raised his head,

incredulously, and then seemed to realize something: "As expected of Mr. Pabel, you actually have such great influence."

Pabel? That's the tall and thin soldier captain with sharp and somewhat frightening eyes who occasionally visits Captain.

"That's not it!"

Enri raised her head and said seriously: "The potions made by Captain have always been this price, it's just that those who buy the potions will raise the price again and sell them."

"Captain can only make a very small amount of high-grade 'Regeneration Potions' every day. This time, it was Mr. Pabel who entrusted Captain."

"Our Captain stayed up all night to make them for you all," Enri said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Hearing these words. The ten figures wearing raincoats in the room looked at each other. Some were expressionless, some looked angry, and some let out a chuckle.

"Thank you to your Captain for me, if I can still live…" The young man looked at Enri and said gently, stopping halfway through his sentence.

"Cough!" The scarred man coughed.

"Haha." The young man laughed heartily, and the expressions on the faces of the other figures varied.

"The things are ready, everyone, we should go," the scarred man said indifferently.

Taking the gold coins that were paid. Enri looked strangely at the people wearing gray raincoats who disappeared on the street, and then turned around and returned with Kuro.

Inside the inn. Minori sat on the sofa, looking at the prices of crops and meat he had copied down, pondering slightly.

"Enri is back."

"Those people didn't leave through the city wall fortress, but left 'Kalinsha'," the Verdant Witch stood respectfully to the side,

reporting softly.

"By sea?"

Minori wasn't surprised, and waved his hand dismissively: "They plan to use the trade routes of those merchants to blend into the Abelion Hills."

"I hope these people can come back alive."

The Verdant Witch's bright yellow eyes flickered. It seemed that Master felt that these people probably wouldn't be able to come back alive.

Even if Master didn't intervene, with those people's strength, they wouldn't be able to gather any useful information, or rather, the information that these people could gather was just what Master wanted them to know.

The Abelion Hills

Abelion Hills. Southern region.

Normally, entering March, the hilly area should be full of rain, but there was no sign of rain at all. Not only that,

the sun was scorching.

Even though winter had just ended not long ago, there was already a feeling of high temperature.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter these trolls!"

"Snatch everything for me!"

A noisy shout of killing echoed in the sky, intertwined with the trolls' angry roars.

Gray and brown torrents collided, and a savage battle broke out in the mountains and forests, with blood and minced meat flying, exuding a strong bloody aura.

The ones fighting the trolls were a group of gray demi-humans, with rat-like appearances, bipedal demi-human species.

This is one of the powerful races in the Abelion Hills—the Armat!

Bang!

A troll swung the strong wooden club in his hand, hitting an Armat's head hard, knocking the Armat to the ground on the spot.

However! What surprised this trollwas that the Armat only shook his head and climbed up from the ground again.

"It hurts so much, I'm going to tear you apart!" This Armat howled in pain, while raising his sharp claws and pouncing on the trolls chest.

The claws swung up and down! The troll was disemboweled on the spot, and the Armat forcibly pierced through his chest.

The stinking red blood dripped down the Armat's metal-lustered gray fur, making his already scarlet eyes,

become exceptionally ferocious under the reflection of the blood.

Armat are born with steel-like fur, which makes both their teeth and claws very sharp and hard. At the same time, it also gives them higher resistance to physical attacks.

The powerful trolls actually didn't have much ability to resist in front of these Armat, not to mention that the number of Armats in front of them far exceeded the trolls, and it was obvious that they had come prepared.

In less than a moment. Dozens of trolls were completely slaughtered, and the Armats only lost seven or eight of their kind.

Cheers echoed through the forest. Many Armats began to clean up the battlefield, that is, taking away the corpses, and at the same time, the food transported by a group of trolls was also taken away by this group of Armats.

For more than a month. The commotion caused by the large-scale trade of food between trolls and humans attracted the attention of the Armats in the southern territory, also located in the Abelion Hills.

As one of the 12 major demi-human races in the Abelion Hills, the Armats are not a race with a small number of people like the Magelos, but have a very large population.

This attack was not a temporary one, but part of a long-planned plan.

At this moment! An Armat army of about eight hundred people is attacking the trolls' base.

"Hand over all the food!"

"Stupid trolls, you actually dare to trade with humans."

"You have betrayed the Abelion Hills!"

An excited roar came from the mouth of an Armat with a belt-like magic item around his waist, his scarlet eyes full of greed.

Bang!

A troll rushed over from a distance, but before he could get close.

The Armat swung his claws, easily dismembering the troll. The strength of the two sides was obviously not at the same level.

"Haven't you found the storage location of those foods yet?" The Armatchieftain shook off the blood on his claws and looked impatiently at the two Armats beside him who were constantly sniffing their noses.

"Chieftain, these trolls seem to have used some method to cover up the smell of the food," one Armat said cautiously.

"Don't worry, chieftain, those foods are nearby," another Armat used his nose to sniff hard, very sure.

"Ah!"

"Ah!" Suddenly, the screams of the clansmen sounded not far away.

The Armatchieftain was stunned, narrowed his eyes, and looked in the direction of the screams.

Only to see! In the direction where the screams came from, three superior species, far larger than normal trolls, were striding in this direction.