A sellsword came and dropped an axe and said to Silly-Head, "Silly-Head, the boss told you to chop as much wood as possible."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away." Silly-Head said yes, picked up his axe from the ground, and led the donkey off into the nearby woods.

"Well, the youngest great wizard in the history of magic never expected to end up chopping wood." The donkey laughed as he ate the grass and watched Silly-Head chop down the tree.

"Well, it was you who made it all happen. If it were not for your seal, how could I be in such distress?" 'said Silly-Head bitterly.

"Me? Pooh, you dirty magician, you can't beat it, so you use dirty means, it's very dirty..." The donkey, not to be outdone, retorted.

"Come on, I'm mean? I am more despicable than you, obviously a dragon, actually changed into a human, to deceive a little girl, shameless, after the matter was exposed, even want to use a strong..." Silly-Head continued his rebuttal sulkily.

'I'm shameless? Yes, I am shameless, but you are no better, obviously a hypocrite, but also pretend to be a good person, hypocrite, villain...... You... What are you going to do? ' When the donkey saw Silly-Head carrying a large pile of wood, he panicked.

"Of course you did, idiot," said the donkey. 'Silly-Head explained with a wicked smile.

"Well, no. I said I'd carry you, not wood." The donkey spun around to keep Silly-Head from putting the wood on his back.

"Oh, I can't believe you won't help me. I'll carry it myself." Silly-Head rolled his eyes three times and gave up.

"Really? The donkey wondered.

"Of course it is true. Hey, I didn't expect to cut so much wood in a short time. I will suggest to Jon boss that we can eat donkey meat tonight." Silly-Head was saying to himself, glancing at the donkey out of the corner of his eye.

"Eat the donkey? Sure, I'd like some... Hey, you're not going to eat me, are you, wizard? You're carrying wood, aren't you? Let me help you." Then the donkey came back with regret on his face.

"You changed your mind so quickly. The legend that dragons are the most untrustworthy creatures, well, there is truth in it." Silly-Head smirked and lifted the woodpile onto her back.

The donkey rolled his eyes and nearly fell to the ground. There is a wise human saying that could not have been more appropriate at this moment. It is: "You shall not live for your own SINS."

After dinner, Jon called the mercenaries together to make arrangements for the night's vigil, Silly-Head being set for midnight.

"Bad luck, that's the worst time. It's too late. I can't go to sleep." Silly-Head was angry at Jon's arrangement, but he didn't dare show it on his face.

The night moved on imperceptibly, and at midnight the moon rose. Pushed awake by the previous shift of mercenaries, Silly-Head signaled that it was his turn to go to the vigil, yawned and nodded his Head and climbed to his feet.

"It's cold..." The Silly-Head away from the fire felt cold in the night air at once.

"Hey, get away from me, don't lean on me." The donkey moved unwillingly.

"Squeeze, everyone is warm." Silly-Head went round and round after the donkey.

"Go, go, I will not go with the mean magician." The donkey continued to dodge Silly-Head's entanglement.

"Well, what's the big deal, isn't your skin thicker than mine?" Silly-Head snorted and gave up the donkey.

"Pooh, though my skin is thick, it is not so thick as yours." The donkey retorted.

"Yours isn't thin either..." Silly-Head still wants to defend himself.

"SHH..." The donkey interrupted Silly-Head by shaking his ears.

"What is it? 'Silly-Head asked puzzled.

"I hear someone approaching. Go and tell me." The Donkey whispered to Silly-Head.

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"Is that true?" Silly-Head hesitated.

"Well, don't believe me, I don't have to lie to you." "Said the donkey disdainfully.

"Well, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." 'said Silly-Head, strolling towards the fire.

The donkey, looking at Silly-Head's swaying figure, felt for the first time a sense of bewilderment in his heart. "That idiot is strange sometimes. He is a strange fellow who is not in any hurry when danger is so imminent."

Silly-Head moved cautiously closer to Jon's side and crouched down, but before he could reach out and pat Jon on the shoulder, a dagger was lodged under his neck.

"Silly-Head? Why you, what are you doing here? ' Jon asked cautiously.

"Boss Jon, it looks like we're surrounded." Silly-Head explained in a pale whisper.

Jon's eyes were blazing in the firelight. He listened carefully, nodded silently, and slowly drew back his dagger. "Yes," he said to Silly-Head, "we're surrounded. You tell Tony and his men to work in secret, and I'll distract them."

"Oh, Boss Jon, be careful," he said. "Silly-Head warns with some concern.

"Well, the wind and waves are coming, and you're afraid of these thieves?" "Jon said with a rare Silly-Head shoulder pat.

Jon's gesture, which made Silly-Head warm for a long time, was a rare gesture. No one except the unsuspecting Miss Betty had ever approached him so lovingly, not even President Kerry, who had always been kind to him, watched as Jon's tall figure faded into the darkness. For the first time, Silly-Head felt warm inside.

Silly-Head did not lose time. One by one, he woke up the mercenaries and explained everything to them in a low voice. Then he reported the matter to the team owner.

"Who is this, harassing them?" Jon's loud, distant cry was heard.

With Jon's voice, the camp fire went out and the camp was thrown into a hazy moonlight.

"Ha ha, I heard that a good shipment is going to Mecca in the next two days, and we don't insist, just half of it." In the darkness, a rough voice sounded.

'Half, can you eat it? Even if I say yes, the sword in my hand will not, and even if the sword says yes, my brothers will not say yes." Jon's icy voice brims with confidence.

"Fuck, toasts don't eat, take the penalty, brothers, go."

"If so, we shall be waiting." Jon said and walked back.

"Kill..."

For a moment, the sound of killing was everywhere, and numerous dark figures emerged from the shadows and quickly attacked the camp.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The mercenaries hiding in the camp began to shoot arrows at the incoming enemy.

'Ah...

A few of the figures, caught by the flying arrows, fell to the ground, while the rest continued to move rapidly towards the outskirts of the camp under cover of darkness...

"Oh, watch out, there are sticks on the ground..." 'cried one of the robbers, who suddenly fell down in front of the camp.

But he was too late. The thieves who followed him ran into the pit, and there was a series of screams, and then there was a flash of fire in the camp, and a torch was thrown out in front of the unlucky thieves. They looked at the torch with fear on their faces, and then they were shot through with arrows, and there was no more sound.

"Well, you damned mercenaries, I'll kill you all."

In the darkness, the thief's head shouted angrily, but no thief ventured up again.

"Come here, everyone. We are surrounded. We must rush out before dawn, or we will die." Jon called the mercenaries together. He whispered.

"But, boss, which way do we go?"

"Yeah, boss, that makes us passive."

"Don't be afraid, I will explore the road, find a weak defense place, rush to it, as long as on the avenue, with our fast cars and horses, we will certainly lose them." Jon comforted his men.

"I think it's hanging in the balance, how about we surrender and just give the convoy to..." One of the mercenaries broke into a countertone.

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'Ah... You... Why did you kill me? '

"Well, you deserve to die! Brothers, this fellow must have been a spy sent by the thieves. You won't object if I kill him." "Asked Jon, coldly withdrawing his murderous sword.

"Good kill, boss. I thought this guy was acting weird. He's a spy." Silly-Head rolled his eyes and was the first to stand up for Jon.

The other mercenaries nodded quietly and acknowledged Jon's plan.

For Jon's plan, the boss of the caravan, naturally there is no objection, this batch of goods is all his possessions, if robbed, then he does not go to jump into the river? See Jon so determined to break through, can make him happy, a strong continuous thank you.

"Boss, you rest assured, before the camp, we have already arranged the way out, as long as your team along the direction I pointed hard to run on the line, we will take care of you next to." Jon tried to calm the boss's weak heart.

"Well, well, I'll tell my bosses they'll do as you say." The team owner nodded yes.

"Silly-Head, your donkey slow. Stay in the middle of the pack. Walk together." Jon said suddenly to Silly-Head.

"Boss Jon, this is... That's not good." Silly-Head said slowly, but he had long hoped Jon would make such an arrangement, thinking, "I know no magic, I know no fighting, and I'm riding a stupid donkey. I'll be dead if I don't run."

"If the boss doesn't take care of you, you'll be a drag on us if you're useless." The mercenary Tony said smugly.

"Hey, Silly-Head, I don't mean what Tony said. You're a magician, aren't you? A magician's supposed to hide, you know." 'said Jon, giving Tony a hard look.

"Boss Jon, you don't need to explain. In fact, I know I'm useless. Honestly, I wanted to run away alone, but I just didn't have the guts." "Silly-Head sheepishly said.

"Ha ha... You're funny." Tony couldn't help laughing.

At this time of year the mercenaries were no longer mocking Silly-Head, and if Silly-Head had not discovered the enemy, I do not know what would have happened, but no one knew that it was not Silly-Head's work, but a donkey who saved all the people.

When Jon saw that they were all ready, he drew his sword and shouted, "Go."

Under the encouragement of the mercenaries, the caravan rushed down the slope of the earth and rushed to the road.

"They're breaking through. Stop him... Ah... '

One of the thieves, seeing what had happened, shouted and was killed by Jon's arrow, and the next moment the caravan ran over the thief's body. The thieves, who were in a hurry to stop the fast motorcade, drew back as they saw the arrows coming at them, and let the motorcade roar past them.