Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 8 The Black Dragon Running Merchant Group is splitting up and disbanding!

The scorching yellow sand slapped on the cheeks, and several trucks pulled by humpbacked beasts were trekking hard in the desert.

The flying sand all over the sky made Augustus barely open his eyes, but as the leader of the caravan, he still held the rein of the humphorn with one hand, and listened to the wind and grass around him with extreme vigilance.

The vigilance that never let go for a moment allowed Augustus to discover the danger ahead of everyone's expectations!
The sand pile in the distance raised suspiciously, approaching the caravan quickly.

In the slight vibration of the sand under his feet, Augustus opened his throat, shouting as loud as he could before the wind tore his voice apart.

"Sandworms are attacking! Everyone take up arms and protect the truck——!"

boom!
As soon as Augustus finished speaking, a fat sandworm burst out of the ground!

The yellow sand exploded.

The sandworm, more than ten meters high, has a huge momentum, and its tough skin leaves only shallow bloodstains when it falls on it.

Every troll can clearly see that rows of spiral teeth are densely distributed in the mouthparts of the sandworm. No one wants to experience what it feels like to be swallowed!
Augustus growled.

The muscles on his arms swelled rapidly, and he threw the bone spear behind him with all his strength!

Ignoring the obstruction of the strong wind, the unstoppable spear tip pierced through the skin of the sandworm under the domination of mighty strength, bringing out a large string of dark blue blood beads, and directly nailed the sandworm to death in the desert!

The huge corpse of the sandworm fell down, and a large piece of yellow sand spread out like waves.

However, Augustus's expression did not change. Under his gaze, more sandworms rose from under the sand, and charged at the caravan with a terrifying momentum of devouring everything!
"It's over..."

A troll new to the team looked desperate, and didn't even notice that the weapon slipped from his hand, and then roared at Augustus hysterically.

"I said it, I said it!
It's sandworm migration season, and it's not safe to cross the desert at this time, but none of you lunatics listen to me! ! "

"Relax, boy."

However, unlike his trembling partner, Augustus completely relaxed at this moment as if giving up.

"It's very expensive to invite that guy to do it. This is a big killer that only our caravan has... Hey, if you don't do it, we will be eaten by sandworms!"

In Augustus's crazed cry.

An extremely heavy two-handed sword was suddenly spun and thrown from a certain truck, unstoppably cutting through the bodies of several rushing sandworms like wheat and grass, and the speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of eyeballs.

And the moment Sandworm's plump body came into contact with the spinning blade, it was instantly chopped off with a heart-piercing cry!
Large swaths of dark blue blood splashed like money, almost turning the desert under their feet into a wetland.

The blood-soaked two-handed sword spun around once.

Under the gazes of the trolls in awe or shock, they were firmly grasped by a palm protruding from the truck, and a troll they had never seen so strong walked out of it slowly!
Didn't bother with the other troll's thoughts.

After rubbing his eyes, the bleary-eyed Itarek roared like a real troll and rushed forward to kill.

His two-handed sword itself is not an outstanding weapon, but under the action of Peiran's huge force, every move can leave shockingly huge scars on the sandworm's body surface!
Not to mention the teachings from Nolan, which allowed Itarek to master many superb fighting skills in the eyes of the trolls. A dozen sandworms were chopped off like melons and vegetables in a short time !

"Oh my god, is that the circular chop that is said to only be learned by a hundred troll warriors?! I haven't seen anyone use it in the hunting team!"

The troll guards, who were still questioning before, watched mesmerized.

That figure bathed in dark blue blood that murdered all directions, at some point cast a look of reverence and longing in his eyes.

Just at this moment Italek returned from victory, still carrying the two-handed sword on his shoulder.

"Remember to burn more for dinner tonight."

After waving hello to the constipated-looking Augustus in a good mood, Itarek glanced at the troll guard next to him, and threw the two-handed sword into his arms.

"Help me polish and take care of it for a while, it won't let you do it for nothing."

"He entrusted the weapon to me, he actually entrusted the weapon to me—!"

The troll guard hurriedly took over the two-handed sword.

Regardless of the blood on it, he hugged him tightly, an indescribably happy smile appeared on his face as big as a millstone, and then he was so excited that he passed out on the ground!
Just like that, the other trolls cast jealous glances at him.

In this caravan, who doesn't know that Lord Xuetu is their patron saint?It is a great honor to be able to maintain weapons for the Patronus!

After years of fighting, Itarek has earned the title of "Blood Slaughter" by virtue of his own strength.

If it hadn't been for his deliberate request not to make publicity, so that the prestigious reputation in the eyes of the trolls was limited to the inside of the caravan, I'm afraid Italek would have been personally summoned by the troll king long ago.

And Itarek's low profile does not detract from his greatness.

Even every troll who joins Augustus's caravan will become his die-hard admirer over time, including Augustus himself.

Augustus felt blessed countless times.

Thanks to the fact that he returned to Borneo to take over the goods that day, otherwise, he might never have imagined in his life that a troll could be so powerful and domineering when other people poached Itarek away!
If every time he was asked to start the whole caravan without going on a diet for several days, then Italek would be perfect in the eyes of Augustus.

into the night.

Countless bright stars are dotted in the night, like diamonds that flicker on and off, and together they carve out the wonderful scenery of nature.

Difficult to cross the desert.

This fully loaded caravan officially embarked on the return journey, and the atmosphere of the entire caravan became much more relaxed.

A huge bonfire was burning, and a wooden stick was roughly passed through the whole wild boar, and it was constantly turning over the fire.

The flames greedily licked the surface of the wild boar, and the scented oil droplets kept sliding down from it, making the bonfire sizzle every time.

Itarek, who was no one else around, felt that it was not enough after eating more than half of the wild boars under the amazed sight, so he continued to roast some prey by himself by the campfire.

The beating of the flame made Itarek's face flickering.

His expression was deep, as if he was thinking about some crucial problem, which made the trolls around him subconsciously walk lightly.

But in fact, Italek was just thinking about where the damned spices grow, and why they haven't found them after searching for so long!

A figure sat next to Itarek, and handed over a wine glass filled with rough brewed grain wine.

Italek glanced at Augustus, took the wine glass and drank it down without saying a word.

"His Majesty Tolisso has already started to gather all the trolls who have gone out. It is said that he plans to completely eradicate the Soul Eater from this land. After running this cargo, I also plan to go to the palace to try my luck."

Pulled the firewood.

A string of fluttering sparks flew out of it, and Augustus looked at Italyk and said seriously.

"I've never seen a troll warrior as powerful as you, and I'm afraid even the legendary Nolan can't compare to you.

If you are willing to join the army, sooner or later you can establish a great career, and maybe even open up the eighth noble! "

"Forget it, I'm tired of fighting and killing all these years."

Italek pouted, unmoved, playing with a dagger polished from the teeth of wild beasts.

Augustus shook his head regretfully.

"...It's a pity, since you have made a decision, why don't I entrust my caravan to you? Out of so many people, you are the only one who makes me feel at ease."

"No need, I've been running with you for so long, and I've seen almost the same scenery everywhere. Next, I plan to find a place to settle down."

"Okay, just let me know if you need help!"

Augustus acted boldly, and upon hearing this, Italek's eyes flashed, and he said unceremoniously.

"In this case, then you can practice with me for a few more days. It happens that there will be no chance in the future."

"...can you take it easy?"

"Ha ha."

Ten days later, the travel-stained caravan finally returned to Borneo.

Check out and pay for bulk shipments.

August, who was wrapped in a lot of gauze and ointment, waved his hand, and more than 5 stone coins fell into Italek's purse.

Just find a tavern to live in.

Taking advantage of the inspiration in his mind, Itarek seized the time to perfect the second self-created dragon language magic researched from the troll. This is much more important than making money!

The disturbance caused by Tolisso's conscription in the outside world is raging, and in the simple room in the tavern, the black dragon who is obsessed with magic stays behind closed doors.

Hard work pays off.

When the first ray of sunlight emerged one morning, the room finally quietly heard the sound of exhaling in relief.

Itarek, who was dressed as a troll, had bloodthirsty crimson eyes, as if a wild beast that preyed on humans looked extraordinarily pervasive, but this still couldn't conceal the joy in his expression.

Dragon language magic - berserk technique!

Complete! !!
(End of this chapter)