Red Dragon Emperor

After learning that the giant dragon ruling the middle of the prairie was about to establish a nation, the caravan set off a frenzy of discussions. Merchants, buddies, and mercenaries were all talking about the triangle plain, and the atmosphere was heated.

The same is true for Feralas in the team, listening to the bragging of the mercenaries while looking forward to the trip to the Triangle Plain.

It seemed that even the horses pulling the cart were affected by the emotions of the crowd, and they moved forward at a slightly brisk pace.

As they walked, the clouds in the sky gradually thickened, the sun became more and more gloomy, and the wind was slightly cold, which dampened the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts a lot.

The mercenary—Merke looked up at the gloomy clouds in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "Oh! What bad luck! It looks like it's going to rain!"

"I hope it doesn't rain too much," Feralas frowned.

Rainy days will bring a lot of inconvenience to pedestrians in the field, muddy roads, soaked clothes, if you accidentally catch a cold, it will be fatal.

Compared with the passengers and mercenaries on the horse-drawn cart, merchants dislike rainy days even more, because many of the goods on the horse-drawn cart cannot be exposed to rain, such as cloth and silk from the south. If it gets moldy in the rain, it will make the merchant earnings are greatly reduced.

However, passengers and caravans are prepared for rainy weather.

"Stop! Stop! All stop!"

After calling to stop the caravan, the steward of the caravan waved to the man: "You, you, you, you guys, come here and put on the raincloth for me."

The guys with rich experience in the business immediately took action. They skillfully took out the folded raincloth from under the cart, unfolded the raincloth in pairs, covered the cart tightly, and fixed the edges with ropes to prevent the raincloth from being blown away by the maple.

On the side, Feralas, who got off the car, smelled a smell of leather. Since he was born in a merchant family, he knew about caravans.

These raincloths are cowhide soaked in special medicine. Several pieces of cowhide are sewn together with fine needles and threads, and some neat holes are pierced on the edges, and fixed ropes are put in the holes. This is a durable and not too expensive raincloth. Then the production is complete.

As a ranger who loves to travel, he himself is naturally prepared, skillfully taking out a raincoat from the dimension bag and putting it on.

Aside, the bearded mercenary also took out a raincoat from his backpack and put it on. Seeing Feralas put the dimension bag in his arms, envy flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he had a high opinion of himself as a fellow townsman.

Even the lowest-level dimensional bag requires one or two hundred gold coins, which is almost the price of half a house in an ordinary town.

Being able to own a dimensional bag at such a young age shows that Feralas has a superior family background. It is one thing to have a superior family background, but it is another aspect to dare to use the dimensional bag generously.

After all, money touches people's hearts. If you dare to travel alone and show off your belongings, you are either stupid or have confidence in your own strength.

Through the conversation just now, Merck naturally wouldn't regard the young man in front of him as a fool, so there was only another explanation.

Hush!

Less than half an hour after the caravan tied up the rain cloth, heavy rain fell from the sky, and the entire grassland was shrouded in hazy rain.

Since it was at noon at this time, the caravan was driving in the rain, on the road that became muddy due to the rain, and the wheels got stuck in the mud from time to time, and the horses could not be pulled out, so everyone had to push the carts.

Of course, all this is a matter of the caravan, and has nothing to do with Feralas, a passenger.

The heavy rain and mud made everyone's mood less beautiful, and everyone hurried on their way silently in the heavy rain.

Until the evening, the heavy rain finally stopped, and the clouds dispersed to reveal the setting sun in the west.

The fragrance of the soil after the rain penetrated straight into his nostrils, and Feralas raised his hand to look at the setting sun, the sun was shining on the grassland after the rain, and the raindrops on the grass shimmered, he couldn't help sighing: "It's so beautiful~.

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Not far away, the steward of the caravan was also looking at the setting sun in the sky, but his mood was completely different from that of the passengers, and he felt a little annoyed.

Because the heavy rain just now brought inconvenience to camping, the grass after the rain was wet and uncomfortable.

But no matter what, after a day's journey, all creatures including people and horses are very tired, and it is very dangerous to walk on the grassland in the dark, so camping is necessary at this time.

"Camp and cook."

With the steward's order, the caravan guys who had been waiting for a long time immediately got busy, found a flat open space beside the road, untied the ropes connecting the horses and the carts, and surrounded the carts full of goods into a circle. In the big circle, everyone started to light a fire and cook in the circle.

This is a common defense method used by prairie merchants. When camping at night, place carts in a circle, and people and horses stay in the circle. The carriage fought back against the attacking robbers.

Tents were set up one by one, and the fire was lit. Everyone surrounded the fire with water bags and ate the dry food they carried with them. Those who were almost prepared to eat bread, and those who had sufficient funds ate dried meat.

Although the dry noodles and jerky are not as delicious as the hot rice in the town, they taste extraordinarily delicious after a day of driving.

Feralas followed Merck and the mercenaries, eating and chatting around the fire, drinking and toasting, talking and laughing.

When a group of men get together, it is inevitable to bring the topic to women, bragging, telling nasty jokes, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

In a joyous atmosphere, everyone finished their day's dinner and went to bed early.

Of course, night watchmen are absolutely unavoidable if you spend the night on the grassland, but this is the responsibility of the mercenaries in charge of security.

Passenger - Feralas lay down in the tent without taking off his clothes. Weapons such as bows and arrows, quiver, and long sword were placed beside the pillow, and he closed his eyes.

The night in the prairie was very quiet, only the low voices of the night watch mercenaries chatting.

Suddenly, Feralas, who was sleeping on his side with his ears on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, bounced up from the tent, picked up the bow and arrow and the long sword on the ground, opened the tent door and looked east.

He heard the movement from the east from the surface!

Two seconds behind Feralas, the mercenary leader also came out of the tent. He was also fully dressed and armed.

Seeing Feralas who was faster than him, the mercenary leader was slightly taken aback, then nodded, his eyes full of dignity.

"Chief Mofu, can you tell what the sound is?"

The mercenary leader - Mo Fu stared at the darkness in the east, and said in a solemn tone: "Centaurs, or wild horses on the grassland, I hope it is the latter."

Feralas' face sank like water, and the words of the mercenary leader were more self-comforting, because the horses on the grassland would not run on a large scale at night, so there is a high probability that the people who came were the famous grassland robbers - the centaurs .

What bad luck, I didn't expect such a thing to hit me!

He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. After years of attacks by the three dragons, the number of centaur bandits on the prairie has dropped sharply compared to before, and the probability of centaurs attacking caravans is not as high as that of wild beasts.

No matter what, if you hit it, you hit it.

At this time, the mercenaries who were watching the night by the fire hadn't understood what happened, but when they saw the leader running out of the tent suddenly, they came over to ask.

"Boss, why do you..."

"Wake everyone up," Mo Fu growled.

"Yes!" Seeing the dignified expression of the leader, the mercenary immediately realized that something bad was about to happen.

He quickly called everyone up, and after a while, everyone in the entire camp got up, including the Chamber of Commerce guys, everyone was holding weapons.

In this magical world, there are too many dangers in the wild, and most people who walk in the wild have two brushes, and the caravan guys are no exception. Most of them have received combat training from their boss.

In normal times, they are caravan buddies who hide their blades under the carts. In critical moments, these loyal and combat-trained buddies are also an important combat force.

The chubby businessman looked at the nervous mercenary leader, and then at the darkness around the camp, and couldn't help feeling puzzled: "Mr. Husband! What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Mo Fu said in a deep voice: "It may be a centaur, I hope I guess wrong."

Hearing that it was a centaur, the fat businessman's face turned pale, the sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt restless.

Centaurs, prairie bandits, these barbaric prairie natives are very cruel, plus they have four legs that move like the wind, and are good at riding and shooting. Prairie merchants can't beat centaurs, and they can't escape, and often they only end up dead.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes rattling in the distance became more and more clear, and the businessman turned around anxiously: "Damn it, where did these damned bandits come from!"

"Captain Mofu, we will rely entirely on you this time."

"Don't worry, since I have taken your money, I will naturally do things for you," Mo Fu felt bitterly.

In fact, he was also very helpless. If he was facing robbers such as orcs and jackals, he could still run away if he couldn't beat them, but when facing a four-legged centaur, running away would be a dead end.

The only way to survive is to rely on the cart to fight defensively, maybe they can beat back the centaur.

"I hope it's a herd of grassland horses passing by," he prayed silently in his heart.

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and it was obviously aimed at his group. Everyone also heard the unique frenzied cry of the centaur, and gave up the last illusion in their hearts.

Mo Fu's expression froze, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone is in position! Prepare to fight! You two! Make the fire brighter!"

The reason why they ordered to add firewood was because centaurs have low-light vision, but humans are not good at night battles. A strong bonfire can give everyone some hope of victory.

The two caravan men who were named hurriedly added firewood to the fire, and the flames of the fire suddenly exploded, illuminating a large area around them, and shining on everyone's dignified faces.

With mercenaries as the main force, everyone relied on carts to prevent centaur bows and arrows from shooting.

After a while, the centaur approached. These savage prairie bandits uttered disturbing and frantic shouts. At the same time, they ran in circles around the caravan camp, looking for weak spots in the prey's defense. The sound of hooves caused great pressure to everyone. .

Everyone in the encirclement felt nervous, and as the leader of the mercenaries, Mo Fu judged the opponent's number from the sound of horseshoes.

There are about thirty centaurs.

It's not too much, so it won't make people feel desperate, but it's not too little. It's hard to say who wins and who loses in a real fight.

"Which tribe is outside?"

Leaning on the carriage, the leader of the last husband shouted loudly: "I am the last husband of the tiger mercenary group! I have friendship with the two chiefs of your centaur tribe, Ulakel Xieyan and Mudahas Blackspear! Please save face ! Take one hundred gold coins to sell wine! Think of it as making friends!"

Everyone was anxiously waiting for the other party's reply. If the two parties knew each other, or if the centaur felt that this bone was not easy to chew, then there was a high probability that they would accept the gold coins and retreat.

In this way, everyone can avoid a tragic battle with unpredictable outcome.

The businessman naturally agrees to spend money to eliminate disasters. After all, if there is a real fight, even if you can win, the loss of goods and the compensation for the death of mercenaries and buddies are a lot of money, not to mention whether you can win or not. Certainly.

"Hey! Xieyan and Black Spear can't control my bloody tail! If you are sensible, just call out the weapons! I can still spare you!"

The hoarse and sinister voice came, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Mo Fu still wants to continue to work hard to avoid bloody conflicts: "So it's Chief Bloodtail! It's our first meeting! One hundred and fifty gold coins! Let's make friends!"

"I'll just say it once! Hand over your weapons! I'll spare you!"

"Are you my three-year-old kid?!"

Seeing that the centaur was determined to eat his group, Mo Fu was furious and shouted loudly: "Don't think that you are sure to eat us! Our tiger mercenary group has been in the north for seven or eight years! We are not vegetarians either! I'll give you one last chance! Take two hundred gold coins and get out!"

Having said that, Mo Fu had already expected that the centaur would become angry, and he nodded abruptly to his companions while shouting.

Such a mercenary companion is the bearded mercenary - Merck.

At this time, Merck was listening intently, judging the position of the centaur leader, and was holding down a stringed hand crossbow in his hand. The arrowhead of the crossbow was smeared with a layer of black substance.

This is a poisonous arrow with the venom of the Swamp Demon Frog smeared on it. Even a high-ranking warrior would not survive a minute if he was hit by the arrow.

"I want to drink your blood!" The furious centaur leader ordered to shoot: "Bloodtail warriors! Kill them!"

The centaurs running around the circle shot arrows with their bows, and with the sound of piercing through the air, the arrows pierced fiercely into the raincloth-covered carriage.

The merchant's heart was bleeding, not to mention the raincloths made of cowhide, the silk on the cart was not cheap, if it was destroyed by a centaur, the value would be greatly reduced if there were holes.

"Well!"

An arrow pierced through the gap in the carriage workshop and hit a caravan clerk in the arm. He groaned in pain and chopped off the arrow with the knife in his hand so as not to affect the later battle.

On the side, Feralas glanced at the injured man, his face froze, and he clenched the matte long sword in his hand.

As Mo Fu said, the tiger mercenary group has been in the Northland for seven or eight years, and they have rich experience, and there are no obvious loopholes in the carriage defense line.

"Come on! Bloodtail warriors! Tear through their defenses!"

The centaur bandits had to charge the line themselves in order to open it up and shoot the enemies inside the line of carriages.

Naturally, the mercenaries will not sit still.

"kill!"