Early morning, Gufia grassland.
"Lecia, do you want to go further? If you go further north, you will find ancient tribes."
Meiyi'er and Luo Lanxi stood between the two caravans and said goodbye to each other. After traveling together for a while, the Lamia caravan gradually filled up and prepared to return.
"Yes." Loran Hill nodded and asked again.
"What happened to those ancient tribes?"
Meiyier twirled his hair with his fingers and said thoughtfully, "I've heard from my elders that these tribes are numerous and powerful, and even have specialized combat groups. But they can also be difficult to get along with. Sometimes they're unreasonable and will just rob you if you have money and goods."
"So, we usually only trade with familiar medium-sized tribes. This way, they can protect themselves and resist, and won't be at the mercy of others."
"Further north, those wild and ancient orc tribes are beyond the reach of a caravan like ours, so we usually turn back once we've acquired most of the goods."
"Don't they need goods, such as food and some daily necessities, like needles and thread, combs, mirrors, etc."
"They need it too, but they don't need to buy it. They can just 'take' it from the small tribes around them. There are also other medium-sized tribes that will specifically pay tribute to seek some things in order to seek protection or to avoid being harassed." Meiyier put down his hand and let the hair wrapped around his face loosen naturally.
"I think I understand." Loran Hill nodded.
"It seems that you have made up your mind." Seeing that Loran Hill still did not change his mind, Meiyier did not want to persuade him anymore.
"Try to find more guards on the road. Also... it might be better for Lecia to wear a veil. You'll be so attractive like this." After a slight pause, Meiyier looked at Loran Hill and said seriously.
"Yeah." Loran Hill blinked, looked at the girl who was worried about him, and comforted her.
"I'll be careful. Besides, our caravan's guards are very powerful, so there's no need to worry."
"Okay then. Come visit me when you come to the New Wilga Alliance. I usually stay in the castle at the foot of Deep Oak Mountain. There's a kind of lavender flower that blooms there in the summer, and I really like it."
After saying goodbye, Meier got on the carriage, took off his hat, leaned out of the window, waved to Loran Hill, and finally disappeared into the distant horizon with the convoy.
Lowering his raised arms, Loran Hill returned to the carriage. They would continue north and visit the oldest and most powerful tribes on the grassland, where they would also meet several high-level shamans they had talked to before.
The carriage continued to move forward, and in another place, in the convoy of the Lamia Chamber of Commerce.
The wheels rolled over the grass roots and pebbles on the road, causing a slight bump. Meiyier, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at his brother and saw that he was still a little listless.
"Brother, are you still thinking about Miss Leixia?"
Holland lifted his chin from his palm and turned his gaze from the window to the girl in the carriage.
"Yes. Your brother is really embarrassed this time."
"Brother, you don't understand girls' hearts at all. What you did was too rude."
"But I don't know how to pursue girls. I think the way I act is the most innocent and genuine. If I try to learn those sweet words, I'll become a playboy."
"but....."
Meier pursed his lips, not knowing how to refute for a moment, so he could only look at Holland angrily.
Looking at his sister like this, Holland touched the back of his head belatedly, realizing that he seemed to have said something wrong.
"Meiyi'er, do you want some candy? I bought a lot from the Lagetis Caravan a while ago. There are many flavors and styles..."
As he spoke, Holland asked the maid at the back to take out an exquisitely packaged box from the box. The box was filled with various candies, neatly arranged, like gems.
After seeing these, Meiyier turned his attention away.
"I don't know when my brother bought it. But before he left, Lesia gave me a few boxes, and I haven't opened them yet."
"How could your brother forget you? Mei'er is the most lovely sister in my heart. As long as there are good things, I will definitely leave a share for you." Holland touched Mei'er's head with some doting, but was then pushed away by the latter in disgust.
Soon, a girl's surprised cry was heard from the carriage, followed by a lively noise and argument, which continued to fade away as the carriage moved forward.
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Five days later, Loran Hill finally arrived at the area where the Ashen Horn Tribe was located. The great shaman on the grassland today came from this tribe.
Before the caravan got close to the tribe's settlement, a group of orc riders riding giant-horned elk rushed over. They were holding giant axes and had red battle patterns on their faces, giving people a sense of strength and ancient momentum.
The war horses neighed, and a dozen caravan guards quickly turned their horses' heads, holding swords and shields to block their way forward, to prevent them from hitting the carriage behind and disturbing the girl in the carriage.
But this group of orc riders did not stop there. When they saw someone trying to stop them, they became even more excited. They shouted all kinds of things and rushed over at a faster speed.
Seeing this, the rabbit-eared riders had no choice but to ride their horses back.
The two sides were like two groups of black dots on the green earth, charging towards each other. The heavy axes and sharp swords reflected cold light in the sunlight.
"Stop!" A girl with rabbit ears galloped out of the carriage team on horseback, shouting.
Upon hearing this, the advancing rabbit-eared rider slowed down, slightly sheathed the longsword in his hand, and instead concentrated the surging magic power on the shield in his left hand.
In the short charge, they gathered together again, 17 people, shoulder to shoulder, horse to horse, moving in unison, the shields in their hands connected into one, silver-blue metal patterns emerged on the shields, like a straight steel wall.
Then the 'city wall' collided with the axe-wielding orcs on the opposite side. A dense and dull sound was heard. Some axes were knocked out with several gaps, and some people were knocked off with their axes. The deer was trampled by the horses' hooves, rolled on the ground, and let out a wail.
Although this group of Great Axe Orcs are very powerful, each of them is around Sequence 2-3, but the guards of the Lagetis caravan are all from the Knights of the Iron Sun, and their lowest strength is War Sequence 4, the Scorching Iron Knight. In the face of this, whether it is discipline, individual strength, battle formation skills, or fighting will, they completely crush the opponent.
This was the case when they deliberately stopped. If the rabbit-eared girl had not stopped them, these giant axe orcs would probably have been chopped off their horses 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. Seeing that the group of giant axe orcs opposite were not dead, she felt relieved.
She asked the group of rabbit-eared knights to gather these orcs, gave them a brief treatment, and then returned to the caravan to ask the young sage for her opinion.
When the guards on the watchtower in the tribal camp saw this scene, they blew their horns and rang the huge bells, and the entire tribe began to boil like boiling water.
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