Chapter 39 - The merchant caravan

But the evil dragon named Rand, has not yet returned!

Black fog grassland, breeze, but the atmosphere is a little gloomy.

Silver dragon incarnation of the elf, frowning good-looking, looking at the little black dragon displeased: "Your brother Rand, why is not back yet?"

"Maybe he went out to meet some trouble, wait a little longer he must be back soon! Don't worry! He will never abandon me and Fiona!" The little black dragon did not move his face and said with conviction.

"Then let's wait."

The silver dragon expressed understanding.

After that another three weeks passed.

The silver dragon looked at the little black dragon's eyes slightly wrong: "Are you sure you are not abandoned?"

"I swear! Rand would never abandon us! He and I are as attached to each other as a metal dragon's own dragon! Can you understand that?" The little black dragon was insistent as always.

"Fine! Let's wait a little longer then."

The silver dragon slept for a moment and said so.

Another three weeks passed.

The silver dragon gazed at the little black dragon and did not speak anymore, but his eyes were very sharp.

"Trust me! It's really close! He's really just in a little insignificant trouble ..."

Another three weeks passed ...

"Sister Silver Dragon! We've been waiting for so long, it's okay to keep waiting! This time to leave, I am still not convinced, not only I am not convinced, I am afraid that is Miss Vyse also will not be willing! Isn't it?"

The silver dragon incarnation of the elf fists clenched, small nose, also because of emotional excitement, gushing out some white cold mist.

The little black dragon's eyes jumped at the corners of his heart, afraid that the other side would suddenly rise up and beat him up.

But the good thing is that this head of silver dragon still has some modesty, froze down.

Time just like this, still will be slowly passing.

.........

The edge of the Hessian Kingdom.

On the flat grassland.

Six or seven strong-bodied Orcs holding wooden sticks, patrolling the grassland.

One of the Orcs said in a somewhat depressed manner.

"Groo! Do you think gargoyles are all as weird as their masters?

He said he wanted to eat jumping antelope, and we caught a few for him, but he didn't want them, he wanted the small ones, and they had to be within a year old?

Why is that? It's all jumping antelope!

Could it be that the master has now turned his heart to those elves and wants to make things difficult for us?"

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

They said that humans like to eat tender food regardless of any food, so that it will taste better.

The master might be the same." Another half-orc explained.

"The same? How can it be the same, the master is a giant dragon, can humans be the same as him? Are you an idiot?" The half-orc who spoke before said defiantly.

"Idiot? How dare you say that, you bastard! I've already told you the answer, ask the master yourself if you don't believe me!" The other Orc was unhappy.

"You two idiots! Shut up, both of you! Hurry up and search for food! If we can't find food before the sun sets, you should know what we'll face when we go back, right?"

The other Orcs hurried to stop the conflict that might break out.

When the three Orcs thought of what happened to the previous group of Orcs who were responsible for finding prey, they immediately shivered and became honest.

Began to search hard for prey in the grassland.

But at this time.

Grassland on the commercial road, but ushered in a group of uninvited guests.

This is a group of, 30 to 40 clad in leather armor, waist across the iron sword, guards dressed as men.

As well as a dozen of adventurers dressed in different ways.

In their circle, there are several wagons towing thick cargo, as well as a more special exterior wagon, a driver is in the front to control the direction.

Obviously, this is a merchant caravan.

"How many more miles to reach the Kingdom of Lane, Viscount Ireland?"

The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a somewhat round and obese looking head poked out of the window and asked towards one of the guards on one side.

He was the person in charge of this operation, one of the cadres of the Chamber of Commerce, Agamf.

"Lord Agamf, there are still about 20 to 30 kilometers to go. To be honest, I don't really understand why you must take this path, my lord.

Two years ago the Orcs robbery, you do not know, a full dozens of troops, was wiped out most of, listen to the people who escaped back to say that the number of Orcs here is a couple of hundred ...

If you encounter ..."

The guard's expression was somewhat gloomy.

"I don't want to go this way if I can, but the Irish Viscount wants the goods in a hurry! Most importantly, the price they offered the Chamber of Commerce can not easily refuse.

Also, we've brought those treasures with us on this operation! You are actually still afraid of a group of Orcs?"

Arganoff said at the end, looking slightly displeased.

The guard, on the other hand, shut his mouth with a shudder, and looked around after Agamf had retreated back into the carriage, and let out a loud shout, saying.

"Everyone, get your spirits up!

Two years ago the Orcs robbery incident I believe you have heard of! This is Orc territory, so be prepared to fight at any time! Don't be attacked!

Mages, pay attention to the release of alert spells!"

At this time, a rude looking warrior with a younger face laughed loudly and said.

"Don't worry! Mr. Guard Captain! With our Bloodhammer Adventure Group, what's a mere half-orc?

Our leader is a level 10 warrior who once killed an ugly giant with his own strength!"

"That's right! In the Adventurer's Book, the Ugly Giant is a challenge level 8 monster! It has the terrifying power to easily wipe out an army of dozens of people by itself!

Compared to it, Orcs are as weak as a bunch of worms! Facing the leader, it was just a lamb to be slaughtered!"

"Hahahaha~ The leader is super strong!"

The members of the adventuring group spoke up, one after another, laughing out loud.

The crowd at this moment, can't help but cast their eyes to a messy hair, beard scruffy, about forty years old, three scars on the face, wearing gray armor, very muscular, but only about one meter four dwarf man.

The same goes for the leader of the Bloodhammer Adventurers, Haku Bloodhammer himself

A man with nearly twenty years of experience as an adventurer.

Just by seeing him, everyone could not help but feel at ease.

"Hahahahaha! Don't say that, everyone! It was a fluke that we were able to defeat the Ugly Giant! I'm not going to hide it from you, but that monster was wounded at that time! But even so, I have paid a small price!

This time, if the Orcs dare to come, we still need to rely on the strength of everyone.

I have heard of the strength of the Havel Chamber of Commerce!

This time you should also bring those treasures, right? As long as those treasures are there, it actually doesn't matter much whether we are invited to the Bloodhammer Adventure Group or not."

The dwarf smiled faintly after smiling, took out the gourd at his waist, pulled out the stopper and drank a mouthful of ale before letting out a loud laugh, his gaze flickering slightly when talking about those treasures.