Time did not pass quickly in the carriage.

  The constant sound of the horses and the wheels and also the wind hitting the carriages made it hard to sleep or rest.

  For Marcus, this was something that he needed to get used to, but people were still accepting of this matter.

  It is not like they knew any other way to travel than the horse-pulled carriages.

  From time to time, Marcus left the carriage and walked beside it to have some fun. He walked closely to the carriages and just kept looking at the surroundings, the mountains.

  Half a day ter, they will reach Morthal, and that would be a great time for the rest, as the caravan master said that they will spend ten hours in Morthal for people to get rest and spend some time in the city.

  “Other than cold air, most things are pretty great for the time being.” Marcus said and then focused within his mind and soul; his hands glowed, and he cast another Oakflesh on himself.

  As long as he was free and the spell was getting weaker, he believed it would make great sense to cast the spell.

  Every time he cast the spell, he felt that something was more clear within his mind.

  He also tested it in the first break, but at that the spell was still powerful and not weak, so he did not feel much.

  “I need to gain considerable value and change from the spell to understand it better.”

  Marcus thought it must be the case.

  While he walked, his soul stirred.

  “This feeling…” he whispered, and then he heard some sound in the front; he quickly moved up and passed the other carriages and guards and then came to the head carriage and housed the caravan master and most of the management servants of the caravan.

  He looked at the road and then the sides and the snow-covered bushes.

  “Something is not right," he murmured.

  At that time, Caravan Master, who was an experienced master, looked at Marcus, who was acting weird, and then asked.

  “Anything wrong, mister?"

  Marcus turned to look at the caravan master and then said to him.

  “Something is not right; I feel danger in front of us.”

  The caravan master touched his chin and then raised his hand.

  He got down from the seat and then came to the side of Marcus and asked.

  “By any chance are you a mage of some sort?" he asked due to the clothing that was worn by Marcus.

  Marcus nodded and did not give much detail.

  The fact that Marcus was a mage changed the look in the eyes of the caravan master.

  He was no fool; in this world, if one does not trust retively ordinary-charactered mages and their intuition, they would not live long.

  The caravan master turned back and then shouted.

  “Reginald, take four of our scouts, and go to the front and discover the area.”

  “Anything you see, you know what to do.”

  Reginald, a man with leather clothing and fur padding for protecting himself, came forward and nodded after looking at the Caravan Master.

  He did not ask for the reason or anything; he needed to just do whatever he was told to do.

  With him, four other young, able-bodied, leather-wearing scouts started riding in front, and they passed fifteen meters, then forty meters, and when they had reached seventy meters.

  The arrows were shot.

  “Ambush!"

  Reginald screamed and turned back and started riding as fast as he could, while one of the young scouts dropped on the ground as the steel arrow hit the chest of it.

  The caravan master shouted.

  “Ready to fight, bandit ambush!!"

  He then turned to Conrad and asked.

  “Mister Mage would like to help us in this battle.”

  Marcus smiled and nodded.

  To tell the truth, he wanted to try himself in the combat; fighting against ordinary bandits is the best way to test it. It is better than fighting against Briarhearts of the Forsworn or Dwemer machines to test it.”

  “I have some potions with me; if any one of you is injured, come to my side.”

  “Also, send your best men to me; I have great potions that they can use to increase their survivability. Those potions will be paid for by you, but do not worry, I will not swindle you.”

  The caravan master nodded.

  “Deal.”

  In seconds, twenty men with horses arrived in front of the carriage, while men and women that are capable of fighting took their bows and arrows or whatever they had, daggers or anything, to get ready.

  In seconds, from the bushes that were ten to fifteen meters apart, fur-wearing, wretched-looking bandits started rushing out.

  They know that they lost the surprise factor, and so it is their only chance to just attack.

  With them attacking, a huge battle started.

  While Marcus felt excited and ready to battle.