After Marcus was banished from the caravan, he rode the horse for about five minutes.
"It is great that I took lessons back at the college about how to ride a horse."
"If not, things would be pretty funny," he said to himself.
Marcus stopped down for a moment.
He took a deep breath and smirked.
"Truly, a Skyrim experience."
"Roaming the lands without anybody."
"Now, I want to go to Winterhold..."
"But it would be pretty funny if I got sidetracked with other things."
Marcus opened the map and took a deep breath. As he let out his breath, steam formed from the breath due to how cold the air was.
"I am pretty close to Dragon Bridge Town."
"I suppose it would be pretty big too."
"From there, I can go to Morthal, and from there, I can go to Dawnstar or stay at some of the inns along the road..."
Marcus thought, and then he opened his hands for a moment. "Flames" formed, and he injected a little bit of Magicka into it.
Which caused him to turn a real flame and heated himself up.
"Yeah."
"As long as I have Magicka, things will be fine."
In a sense, Marcus did not hate Maxfer due to his banishment from the caravan.
After he explored more of his capabilities, he believed he was not that bad and had a pretty high chance of survival as long as he did not make grave mistakes.
He also knew that due to the fact that he keeps using Oakflesh, his defensive capabilities are great, and it also affects his protection against cold and other elements.
"Who knows, maybe due to Oakflesh, I am more vulnerable to fire attacks." He smirked as he thought and then kept on riding without looking back.
In a sense, the caravan and he go to the same place; their first stop too will be Dragon Bridge Town, but due to him being alone and riding faster, it will be long before they can arrive, and he uses more of a narrow road due to not having any carriage.
Other than his potions and belongings, he was alone and more mobile than a huge caravan.
Also less of a target and harder to catch and pin down.
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At that time, Legion Bandits and Rodrick Bandits, who were moving slowly in a caravan, stopped.
A young bandit in fur armor came before him and nodded and started talking.
"Boss, I have information on that mage burning one of our people," he said as he looked at Rodrick.
It was clear that this bandit was some sort of a scout and one of the bandits under Rodrick.
"What is it, boy?"
"Tell me," Rodrick asked.
The bandit young man spoke.
"I have seen that the mage is to be banished or left the caravan, not long ago."
"It seems like those people have understood that he is a mage and did not want him to be in their caravan anymore."
"Serious!"
"This is good news!"
Rodrick said as he smiled.
Ernast took a deep breath as he listened.
The two of them quickly went to the side of the necromancers and told what they know to them.
The black-robed necromancer laughed out loud and then nodded.
The woman necromancer then started talking.
"Those people are really dumb..."
"We were planning how to take that mage out and stop him from defending against our attacks."
"They did what we needed to do before we even told them to do so."
"They don't know that they banished the only man that has any capability to take us down!"
Despite it, Rodrick and Ernast don't like what the woman is saying about the mages.
It does not mean that they are dumb.
They know that a mage in any group changes a lot of things.
Especially for most of the bandit groups that do not have many people to pin a mage down and kill them.
At the same time, a mage's spells are best to be blocked by another mage.
Now that that enemy group does not have mages and they have mages, necromancers...
It makes everything easier for them.
The black-robed necromancer then turned to Rodrick and Ernast and said.
"Prepare your men; we will attack in two hours."
"My friend and I will support you, Ten Skeleton Warriors and Ten Skeleton Archers."
"When they see the skeletons, the shock factor will make them make mistakes."
"Not to mention our advantage in ambush and their advantage in numbers will dwindle down to oblivion!"
Rodrick and Ernast laughed.
They understood that from now on, the raid have huge chance of succcess.
Such a raid would bring them a profit of more than one to two years of small raids, and with more profit and septims, they can hire more bandits and support more of them.
Which would directly increase their quality of life and power to the highest degree.
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After riding for about three hours, Marcus stopped and tied the horse to a tree and picked up some of the branches around and laid them on the ground and lit up a campfire with flames.
If he did not have flames, it would be nigh impossible to light up a fire using snow and wet branches.
But under the power of the "Flames" spell, everything dried quickly and lit up like oil in just seconds.
The magical flames of a mage are much more potent and dangerous than ordinary fire.
After the campfire was set up, Marcus took off his gloves and got close to the fire to warm up.
He picked up dried meat from his bag and ate in silence.
In the several hours, the night will arrive and it will be colder.
"Six to seven hours later, I should reach Dragon Bridge."
"I guess, at this night, that Caravan will be attacked by the bandits."
"I feel sorry for that young man who wanted to be a mage..." he thought and then shook his head as he ate in silence.