Lord Roar

Chapter 72 Tolls

As the chief guard of the highest leader in the business group, the great swordsman Kelong Cage was waving his whip non-stop at this moment, urging the guards to gather the convoy and form a defensive formation.

Du Fu, surrounded by three water shields, walked to Cologne against the wind and sand.

Cologne felt that the other party was really making a fuss out of a molehill, and all the weak magicians were indeed people who were afraid of death.

However, Cologne didn't show anything on his face. He commanded a few guards and surrounded Du Fu three times inside and three times outside.

No matter how unhappy I am with the other party, he is also a magician, and that is a favorite. It is not uncommon for a magician standing at a safe distance to annihilate an infantry team of less than a hundred people.

"Chief of the Cologne Guard, have you found out the identity of the other party?" Du Fu asked leisurely.

Cologne could barely see that there were a lot of people on the other side, but he couldn't see clearly in detail.

"It hasn't been found out yet, but I have already sent people to contact it. It will be known if it is an enemy or a friend in a while."

Allen led the silent tribal fighters, and did not stand still until he was less than 50 meters away from the caravan.

Looking from a distance, the human business group has gathered dozens of carriages and besieged the city in a circle. Outside the circle is a shield squad of no less than 50 people. The rest of the warriors stand behind the shields, holding their bows and arrows high.

A human being ran out of the business group, dressed as a guard, and shouted while running: "We are the business group under the name of Prince Lothel, and you are..."

As the distance between them got closer and closer, the human warrior finally saw Alan's group clearly, and choked back what he hadn't finished speaking, like a duck whose throat was choked alive.

When the human samurai ran close, he realized that the other party was as strong as a group of black bears walking upright, only wearing animal skin skirts, and his naked upper body showed tall and bulging chest muscles, and his face was covered with various totems. The waist is thicker than the arm, covered with steel-like muscles.

The most frightening thing is that next to this group of strong and outrageous barbarians, there is still a giant gray lion lying on its stomach, staring at him with blood-red eyes, and constantly growling at him. To appease, he probably rushed forward long ago.

The human samurai stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Allen looked at the human warrior who had been completely scared, and didn't bother to care about it, and shouted: "Go, ask your leaders to come over."

"Oh my god!" The human warrior turned around and ran away without saying a word, as if he had been pardoned.

Colon watched the samurai who had just been sent out run back as if he had seen a ghost, his face uncertain.

"Yes, they are barbarians!" The human warrior who sent the message ran to Cologne out of breath: "A group of tall and strong barbarians, whoop, scared me to death, and there is also a giant gray lion. "

Cologne frowned and asked: "Are you sure, have you seen clearly that they are not Beamon orcs but barbarians? How many of them are there?"

It's no wonder that Korondo thinks that some humans who have never seen the world often can't tell the difference between Beamon orcs and barbarians. Both are equally tall and mighty, with a scary appearance.

"Yes, their faces are covered with totems. They are definitely barbarians. They don't have the characteristic appearance of wild beasts. The visibility is too low to see how many people there are."

Du Fu interrupted: "Impossible, Your Excellency has reached an agreement with the barbarian chief in private. The business group can walk freely in this wasteland. The human business group has not encountered barbarians for a long time. Are you sure they are barbarians?" ?”

Du Fu secretly complained. He thought it was a fat job, and it took less than a month to get a thousand gold coins into his pocket.

Colon also asked in puzzlement, "What else did they say?"

The frightened human warrior stammered and said, "Let the leader, the leader go over and talk to you."

"Trash!" Cologne slammed his mouth and slapped the warrior who sent the message to the ground.

Compared with most other guards of the merchant group who have never seen the world, Cologne has enough understanding of the barbarians.

If they were really barbarians and wanted to attack the caravan, they would not waste time communicating with the enemy, and they would have caught the caravan by surprise long ago.

Barbarians always fuck you as they say, and will not confront or negotiate with you.

And with the advent of the cold winter moon, most of the tribal barbarians will set up their camps closer to the great chief's tribe.

Now the caravan is at least a day and a night away from the chief tribe, and there should be no large barbarian tribes nearby.

Barbarians seldom leave the camp too far away in groups. Before coming here, they had seen the map of the distribution of forces in the wilderness sent by the barbarian chief to the merchant group in private. There were no barbarian tribes stationed nearby.

Colon hooked his fingers, and the two attendants beside him took out a set of full body armor, and put it on him neatly.

After putting it on, except for the eyes exposed in the helmet, Cologne's whole body was tightly protected.

After receiving the sword that was ten centimeters wide and 1.5 meters long, Cologne shouted "Protect Mr. Dufu and the supplies", and walked forward with twenty guards.

Allen watched more than 20 warriors walk out of the other party. The leader was a human warrior with a big sword, wearing a set of metal full-body armor, which was very eye-catching.

He suddenly remembered the canned beef he used to eat in the army.

After observing for a while, Allen found that this full-body armor is really a good thing. Although it is inconvenient to move, ordinary weapons are likely to cause effective damage.

In this world dominated by cold weapons, this thing is really a good thing to fight against.

The bulky plate armor will inevitably cause inconvenience, but that weight will not affect the barbarians with infinite strength. If the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe wear a set of such armor on the basis of their semi-petrified skin Armor, in a large-scale battle, is simply a mobile bunker, absolutely invincible.

Allen glanced at the Bloodhoof clansman behind him, and then at Cologne, thinking about it or forgetting, how much steel would it take?
Cologne led the guards and stopped ten meters away from Allen.

Although he was prepared in his heart, seeing is believing. When he confirmed with his own eyes that there were a lot of barbarians standing in front of him, he was inevitably nervous, and he couldn't help holding the big sword tightly with both hands.

The accompanying soldiers couldn't help trembling their legs when they looked at the giant gray lion snorting and looking fierce.

Colon dared to ask: "Barbarian warriors on the wilderness, why did you block our way?"

Old Zack has already handed over the command of this "robbery" operation to Allen. In his words, he, Babylon the Great and other tribesmen are only responsible for doing the hands, and all the talking is left to Allen.

Before leaving, the tribal fighters also got the old Zack's instruction, everything was dominated by Allen, and they could not act rashly without getting a hint.

If it weren't for this, the fierce and warlike tribal fighters would have swarmed up. In their cognition, try not to communicate if they can do it.

At this time, the tribal fighters standing behind Allen had puzzled expressions on their faces. Since before leaving, they had determined that their goal was to rob humans, so there was no need to babble at all, just go straight up and do them. There's no need to talk so much nonsense.

But if they don't understand it, they still can't disobey the old chief's repeated entrustment.

"Who are you?" Allen touched the beard stubble on his chin and shouted, "Report your name, human!"

After saying the word "human", Alan himself found it funny.

"I am the chief of guard of the third merchant group under the name of Lord Prince Lothel, great swordsman Kelong Cage, who are you?" Kelong also looked at this guy who was obviously a head shorter than other barbarians, with a foggy expression on his face water.

"My name is Alan, the head of the guard of the most, most, most, and most honorable Great Chief on the Great Wasteland."

Cologne looked a little calm. It turned out that he was a member of the Great Chief, as long as it wasn't some unsightly barbarian tribe. After all, the Great Chief did not take away the benefits of the Prince in private.

"Respect Chief Guard, I don't know what you mean by leading many barbarian warriors to stop us here?"

"Fuck, what do you mean?" Allen, who showed his rogue image for a moment, cursed: "Damn it, the filial piety is less, the great chief said, from now on your caravan will have to pay tolls, if you don't pay tolls, you will be killed." Pack you up."

"Less filial piety?" Cologne was stunned. He was just a small guard under the prince's command. He didn't know the details of the dirty business among the upper echelons. He was only responsible for defending the caravan. The little thief who opened his eyes didn't know anything else.

"Don't pretend to be stupid with me." Allen's spitting star blows Cologne's face in the wind: "How much does your caravan make a round trip? You fool us barbarians who don't know how to count? Cut down the fucking nonsense, just ask you if you can pay?" Pay the toll?"

Cologne looked at Alan with a sloppy face and hesitated and said: "Why don't you let us go back first, and wait until we return to the Principality of Lothel to report to His Excellency the Prince to see if there is any misunderstanding with your great chief? "

"Is it because we have no education and no IQ?" Allen threatened viciously: "I don't recognize any princes with their fists, we only listen to the chief."

Dina, who was ambushing behind the convoy, had very good ears and could hear Alan's yelling from hundreds of meters away, so she couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

If she was next to Alan, she would definitely remind her second young master: How come you don't know the prince of Lotter, not to mention that he has hugged you since childhood, and that is Thackeray's own father!

(End of this chapter)