Chapter 79 Ashen Horn Tribe

Early in the morning, Gufia grassland.

"Is Lesia still going forward? If you go further north, there are some ancient tribes."

Between the two teams, Meier and Lorraine Hill stood together and said goodbye to each other. After a period of traveling together, the Lamia caravan's convoy was gradually filling up and ready to return.

"Yes." Roland Hill nodded and asked again.

"What happened to those ancient tribes?"

Meier wrapped her fingers around her hair, thinking and said: "I heard from the elders in the family that these tribes are large in number and powerful, and even have special fighting tribes. But they are also very difficult to get along with, and sometimes they do not To be reasonable, if you see how much money you have, you will just grab it."

"So our transactions are generally only looking for some familiar medium-sized tribes, so that we can have the strength to protect ourselves and resist, and not be slaughtered by others."

"If we go further north, those wild and ancient orc tribes are not something that caravans like us can resist, so generally those who buy them will almost return."

"Then they don't need goods, such as food and some daily necessities, such as needles and threads, combs, mirrors and the like."

"They also need it, but they don't have to buy it, they just go to the surrounding small tribes to 'take' it. There are also other medium-sized tribes who will pay tribute to some things in order to seek protection or not be disturbed." Meier put down his hands and let his face The side-wound hair strands are naturally loosened.

"I probably understand." Lorraine Hill nodded.

"It looks like you've made up your mind." Seeing that Roland Hill still hadn't changed his mind, Meier couldn't persuade him any more.

"Look for as many guards as possible on the road, and... Lesia might be better off wearing a veil, you're so cute." After a short pause, Meier looked at Loren Hill seriously said.

"Hmm." Roland Hill blinked, looked at the girl who was worried about him, and comforted.

"I will be careful. In addition, the guards of our caravan are still very powerful, so don't worry so much."

"That's fine. You can come and play with me in the New Verga Alliance in the future. I usually stay in the castle under the Deep Oak Mountain, where a little lilac flower blooms in summer. I like it very much."

After saying goodbye, Mayer boarded the carriage, took off her hat, leaned out of the car window, waved to Roland Hill, and finally disappeared into the distant horizon with the convoy.

Putting down their raised arms, Roland Hill also returned to the carriage. They will go all the way north, directly visiting the oldest and most powerful tribes on the grasslands, where they will also meet some of the people they talked to. Advanced Shaman.

The carriage continued to move forward, and in another place, in the convoy of the Lamia Chamber of Commerce.

The wheel ran over the grass roots and pebbles on the road, bumping slightly, and Meier, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at his brother and saw that he was still a little out of spirit.

"Is your brother still thinking about Miss Lesia?"

Holland lifted his supported chin from his palm, and turned his gaze from the window to the girl in the carriage.

"Yes. Your brother is embarrassed this time."

"It's my brother who doesn't understand girls' hearts. You're too rude to do that."

"However, I don't know how to chase girls. This is the purest and truest way I can behave. If I learn those rhetoric, wouldn't I become a playboy."

"but....."

Meier pursed her lips, and didn't know how to refute it for a while, so she could only look at Holland angrily.

Looking at his sister's appearance, Hollander touched the back of his head with hindsight, knowing that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"Meyer wants to eat candy? I bought quite a few from the Lagertis caravan before. There are many flavors, and the styles are very fresh..."

Saying that, Holland asked the maid at the back to take out a well-packaged box from the box, which was filled with candies of various colors, neatly arranged like gems.

Looking at these, Meier turned her attention.

"When my brother bought it, I don't know. But Lesia gave me a few boxes before I left. I haven't opened it yet."

"How could your brother forget you, Meier is the cutest sister in my heart. As long as there is something good, I will definitely keep a copy for you." Holland patted Meier's head dotingly. , and then dismissed by the latter.

Soon, the girl's surprise cry came from the carriage, and then there was a lively noise and argument, as the carriage moved forward, it kept going away.

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Five days later, Roland Hill finally came to the area where the Ashen Horn Tribe was located. Today, the great shaman on the grasslands came from this tribe.

Before the caravan's convoy approached the tribe's residence, a group of orc riders riding a giant horned moose rushed over. They held a giant axe and had red war marks on their faces, giving them a strong and ancient look. momentum.

The warhorse neighed, and the dozen or so caravan guards also turned their horses' heads urgently, holding swords and shields in their hands to block their way forward to prevent it from hitting the carriage behind and disturbing the girl in the carriage.

But the group of orc riders didn't stop there. When they saw someone blocking them, they became even more excited. They made various shouts and rushed over at a faster speed.

Seeing this, these Rabbit-eared riders also had to recoil on their horses.

The two sides are like two groups of black dots on the green earth, charging towards each other, the heavy axe, the sharp sword, reflecting the cold light in the sunlight.

"Stop!" A rabbit-eared girl galloped out of the caravan, shouting.

Forward

After the rabbit-eared rider heard it, he lowered his speed, slightly retracted the long sword in his hand, and turned the surging magic power to the shield in his left hand.

In the short charge, they gathered together again. 17 people stood shoulder to shoulder, horses mounted on horses, and the movements were the same. The shields in their hands were connected together, and the silver-blue metal pattern appeared on the shield, like a straight line of steel. city ​​walls.

Immediately after this 'city wall' collided with the axe-wielding orcs on the opposite side, a dense and dull voice sounded, some axes were knocked out with several gaps, and some people and axe were directly knocked down by deer and trampled by horses' hooves. Rolling on the ground, let out a whimper.

Although this group of giant axe orcs are very powerful, all of them are around Sequence 2-3, but the guards of the Lagertis caravan are all from the Iron and Steel Sun Knights, and their lowest level also has the strength of War Sequence 4. Burning Iron Knight. No matter it is discipline, individual strength, battle formation technique, and will to fight, they all overwhelm the opponent.

This is still the case where they deliberately closed their hands. If the rabbit-eared girl hadn't stopped them, these giant axe orcs would probably be slaughtered on the spot.

Mira, wearing a black and white nun's robe and holding a long staff, came on horseback and checked one by one. Only when she saw that the group of giant axe orcs on the opposite side were not dead, did she feel relieved.

She greeted the group of bunny-eared knights to gather these orcs, and after a brief treatment, she returned to the convoy to ask the girl sage's opinion.

When the guards on the watchtower in the tribal camp saw this scene, they blew the horn and struck the giant bell, and the whole tribe began to boil like boiling water.