Dragon of Scourge

Chapter 39 Caravan
But the dragon named Rand has not returned yet!
In the Black Mist Grassland, there was a gentle breeze, but the atmosphere was a bit dignified.

The elf in the form of a silver dragon frowned, looked at the little black dragon displeased, and said, "Your brother Rand, why hasn't he come back?"

"Maybe he encountered some troubles when he went out, and he will definitely come back soon! Don't worry! He will never abandon me and Fiona!" The little black dragon said calmly and vowed.

"Then just wait."

Yinlong expressed his understanding.

Then another three weeks passed.

Yinlong looked at Xiaoheilong with something slightly wrong: "Are you sure you haven't been abandoned?"

"I swear! Rand will never abandon us! The relationship between him and me is like that of the metal dragon's relatives! Can you understand?" the little black dragon insisted as always.

"Okay! Then wait."

Yinlong fell asleep for a moment and said so.

Another three weeks passed.

Yinlong stared at the little black dragon and stopped talking, but his eyes were very sharp.

"Trust me! It's really fast! He really just encountered a little trouble..."

Another three weeks have passed...

"Sister Yinlong! We've been waiting for such a long time, it doesn't matter if we continue to wait! I still refuse to accept leaving at this time, not only I refuse to accept, but Miss Weiss may also be unwilling! Isn't it?"

The fist of the elf incarnate as a silver dragon was clenched and rattling, and a little white cold mist spewed out of his small nose because of his excitement.

The corners of the little black dragon's eyes twitched, and he felt scared, for fear that the other party would suddenly explode and beat him to the ground.

But fortunately, this silver dragon still has some integrity, so he just endured it.

Time is like this, and it will still pass slowly.

The edge of Hessen Kingdom.

On the flat grassland.

Six or seven strong half-orcs held sticks and patrolled the grassland.

One of the half-orcs said a little depressed:
"Gro! Do you think all dragons are as strange as their masters?
He said he wanted to eat springboks, but we caught him a few, but we didn't want them. We insisted on the small ones, and they had to be under one year old?

what is this?They are all springbok!

Could it be that the master has turned his heart to those elves now, and wants to embarrass us? "

"Well, I'm not very clear, but I asked the elders of the clan last night.

They say that no matter what kind of food, human beings like to eat tender, so the taste will be better.

Perhaps the same is true of the master. ’ another half-orc explained.

"Same? How could it be the same? The master is a giant dragon. Can humans be like him? Are you an idiot?" The half-orc who spoke before refused to accept it.

"Idiot? How dare you bastard! I've already told you the answer. If you don't believe me, you can ask the master yourself!" Another half-orc was unhappy.

"You two idiots! Shut up! Hurry up and search for food! If we can't find food before the sun goes down, what will we face when we go back? You should know?"

The other half-orcs hurried to put a stop to what might break out.

When the three half-orcs thought about what happened to the previous group of half-orcs who were in charge of hunting for prey, they immediately shuddered and calmed down.

Started to search for prey hard on the grassland.

But this time.

On the commercial road in the grassland, a group of uninvited guests ushered in.

This is a group of thirty or forty men dressed in leather armor, with iron swords on their waists, and dressed as guards.

And a dozen adventurers with different outfits.

The appearance of these people is a bit strange. Compared with ordinary humans, they are either shorter or thinner, their skin is rougher, and their eyes are mostly yellow-brown.

They are not humans, but a large number of demihumans.

Ancestors are humans who have been combined with dwarves, gnomes, elves, orcs and other races many times.

Their status in this world is generally low. Humans, elves, dwarves, and dwarves all despise them.

However, their prices are extremely low, generally lower than other races of the same strength and ability, so they are very willing to be hired by the chamber of commerce.

In their encirclement, there are several carriages dragging thick goods, and a carriage with a more special exterior, with a driver in front controlling the direction.

Obviously, this is a caravan.

"How far is it to reach the Kingdom of Ryan, the Viscount of Ireland?"

The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a somewhat round and fat head poked out from the window, asking a guard on the side.

He is the person in charge of this operation, Aganfu, one of the cadres of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Master Aganfu, there are still about [-] to [-] kilometers to go, to be honest, I don't really understand why you must take this road, my lord.

You are not unaware of the half-orc murder incident two years ago. Most of the army of dozens of people was wiped out. According to those who escaped, there were as many as one or two hundred half-orcs here...

If you encounter..."

The demi-human guard looked a little dignified.

"If possible, I don't want to go this way, but the Irish Viscount is in a hurry! The most important thing is that the price they offer cannot be easily rejected by the chamber of commerce.

Also, we took those treasures with us in this operation!Are you still afraid of a group of orcs? "

At the end of Aganfu's speech, his expression was slightly displeased.

The demi-human guard was startled and closed his mouth. After Aganfu retracted into the carriage, he looked around and shouted loudly:

"Everyone cheer me up!
I believe everyone has heard about the orc murder incident two years ago!This is a territory where half-orcs have been infested, everyone is ready to fight at any time!Don't be attacked by surprise!

Mage, pay attention to release warning spells! "

At this time, a young demi-human warrior with a rough appearance laughed loudly and said:
"Don't worry! Mr. Guard Captain! With our Blood Hammer Adventure Group here, what do mere half-orcs matter?
Our leader is a level 10 warrior who once killed a humiliating giant with his own strength! "

"That's right! The Hulk is in the Adventurer's Book, but it's a monster with a challenge level of 8! With its own strength, it can easily destroy a terrifying force of dozens of troops!
Compared with it, orcs are as weak as a group of bugs!Facing the head of the regiment, that's nothing more than a lamb to be slaughtered! "

"Hahaha~ Captain is super strong!"

The members of the adventure group spoke one after another, laughing one by one.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on a dwarf man with disheveled hair, sloppy beard, about forty years old, three scars on his face, wearing gray armor, very muscular, but only about 1.4 meters tall.

Also the head of the Blood Hammer Adventure Group, Haku Blood Hammer himself

A man with nearly 20 years experience as an adventurer.

As long as they saw him, everyone would involuntarily feel at ease.

"Hahahaha! Everyone, don't say that! It's a fluke to defeat the crippled giant! To tell you the truth, the monster was injured at the time! But even so, I paid a big price!

If the orcs dare to come this time, they still have to rely on everyone's strength.

I have heard about the strength of the Havel Chamber of Commerce!
You should have brought those babies this time too, right?As long as those treasures are there, it doesn't really matter whether we invite our blood hammer adventure group or not. "

The dwarf smiled slightly after hearing the words, took out the gourd at his waist, pulled out the stopper, took a sip of ale, and then laughed loudly. When talking about those treasures, his eyes flickered slightly.

(End of this chapter)