On the endless grassland, a primitive dirt road extends from the front to the end of the line of sight. There are deep grooves on the road. This is the trace of the caravan's carriage in the day-to-day business activities.

　　 Ranger-Feralas sat on the crunching carriage, arched his waist, put his arms casually on his knees, and drank unknown weeds drawn from the grasslands in his mouth, looking at the surrounding grasslands.

Different from the hometown of hilly terrain, the Northland Prairie is a different landscape. The terrain is not very undulating, like an irregular wave line with a large span. The weeds on both sides of the road are waist-high, and there may be deadly ambushers hidden inside. , Or a delicious prairie hare.

　　 This trip is not in vain!

　　 Feralas thought of it, but the beautiful scenery is boring after a long time. The son of a wealthy businessman from the south soon felt a little bored.

　　 "Hey! Uncle Merck!" He turned his head and screamed at the mercenary riding forward by the caravan's carriage behind.

　　DaDaDa~.

　　 Mercenary—Merck put his horse in his belly, and drove the horse to the shouting youth. Before anyone arrived, the hearty laughter came first: "Haha! Why do you call me?"

　　 Feralas took off the wine bag from his waist and handed it to the bearded mercenary who was riding a horse. He smiled and asked: "Uncle Merck, the wine from my hometown."

　　 "You kid! There is such a good thing, I won't take it out soon!"

　　 As soon as he heard that it was the wine brought from his hometown in the south, Merck's eyes lit up, grabbed the wine pouch he was handed, unplugged the cork, raised his head and poured it hard.

　　 The cold and spicy liquid slid down the throat, and the internal organs seemed to be burning, which made people feel refreshed.

　　 "Ah~!"

Gululu took a big gulp, Merck let out a sigh of contentment, his dark face flushed twice, and the taste of the wine evoked his memories of his hometown: "Yes! It's the black rice wine from the province of Yod! That's it!" Smell!"

　　 Aside, Feralas smiled. He took a boat from the far south to Yangfan Port in the North, intending to travel and see the exotic scenery of the North.

　　 When I came to the Northland from a long distance, the city of Thorns, a foreign city that is well-known on the mainland, is naturally going to be seen.

　　 So, he found a caravan to Thorns City in Yangfan Port, paid for a ride, and accidentally found a mercenary protecting the caravan with a familiar accent from his hometown.

　　 When the villager meets the villager, his eyes will not be teary, but a few more words are essential. Once you come and go, you will become familiar with the two.

　　 Seeing the fellow drinker reluctant to let go, Feralas smiled and said: "Haha, this wine is for you, keep it and drink it slowly."

Merck thought that the fellow went on the road, and he was not welcome. He hung the wine pouch on the leather buckle around his waist, and then took off the wine pouch that was originally hung on his waist: "Hey! The special wine made by the wild boars! Others! No place to drink!"

　　 exchanged wine pouches, and the relationship between the two got closer.

　　 Feralas casually asked, "Uncle Merck, how many years have you been in the Northland?"

　　 "Probably more than ten years ago."

Before the scorching sensation of hometown spirits disappeared, the bearded mercenary showed a look of remembrance and opened the chatterbox: "I took a mission to protect merchant ships and came to the Northland. I have stayed in Yangfan Port. Hey, Let me tell you, this northern prairie is under my nose..."

　　 "Ten years ago, the Northland Prairie was much more chaotic than it is now."

Merck pointed to the members of the mercenary group ahead: "At that time, if you entered the prairie merchants, you needed to bring at least five times as much guard force as it is now. The extraordinary beasts on the prairie, especially the prairie wolves in winter, were in groups. He lay in the grass, and suddenly jumped out and dragged people into the grass."

"Once, our mercenary squad was surrounded by prairie wolves. There were thousands of wolves. That time was really dangerous... Not just extraordinary beasts, but the prairie natives are also very dangerous. Once they find that outsiders are weak But deception will immediately turn into a robber, especially the robber race-centaur..."

　　 Speaking of the centaur, the bearded mercenary who spoke happily gave a speech, with a look of fear on his face, obviously thinking of bad memories.

But he quickly recovered and continued: "At that time, the centaurs in groups were like nightmares. They couldn't beat them, couldn't run away, and the prey they were looking at didn't even have the chance to work hard, Centaur. His bow and arrow skills are so terrible, we killed more than a dozen brothers in one round of shooting..."

　　 Merck took off the wine pouch and took a sip of wine, wiped the wine juice sticking to his beard, and the voice changed: "Now, there are a lot less centaur, it's all the credit of the three dragons of Mount Modo."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Feralas nodded when he heard the words. After he came to the Northland, he listened to the troubadour sing most in the tavern and was from the Three Dragon Alliance Stories, sweeping prairie robbers, building trade roads, fighting the prairie indigenous alliance, building cities...

　　The story varies with the bard’s personal perspective, and the evaluation of the three dragons is also mixed, but without exception, everyone recognizes the achievements of the three dragons and recognizes the rule of the three dragons in the middle of the prairie.

However, even though everyone is discussing the story of Sanlong, what the outside world knows about Sanlong itself is very limited. It can even be said that they don’t know anything other than the name, because Sanlong lives in the Modo Peak Forest. In the restricted area, Sanlong rarely shows up in public

　　 Mysterious and powerful five-color dragon, a different kind of civilization that is very different from the human world, and the unique style of behavior of a different kind of civilization...

　　 It is precisely because of all these that the three dragons of the Northland Prairie are well-known on the mainland of Taidanor, and they have become a post-dinner conversation for many people. Because of this, Feralas was curious and decided to visit the Triangle Plain.

　　 "However, Uncle Merck, having said that, a five-colored dragon actually built roads and protected the chamber of commerce instead of robbing it. This is really..."

　　 For a while, Feralas didn't know how to evaluate Sanlong's actions. After a pause, he continued: "It's against common sense."

　　 "Hahaha! Who says it's not!"

Merck laughed and said: "I heard that when this commercial road was just repaired, many chambers of commerce in Yangfan Port thought it was a trap and did not dare to go. In the end, Miss Lucia from the Conch Chamber of Commerce was brave and had the first chance. A crab, everyone's courage has slowly increased..."

　　 was chatting vigorously, the carriage plunged into a small pit. When Felaston was sitting on the cargo loaded in the cart, he felt that the cargo under his buttocks was separated, and moved his **** to a more comfortable position.

　　 He scanned the vast grassland beside Shanglu: "Uncle Merck, are there many robbery incidents now?"

　　 "Since the orc army under the Three Dragons started patrolling trade routes, there have been fewer bandits on the grassland," Merck said in a depressed tone.

　　As a mercenary, he doesn't want to encounter robbers at all, but he doesn't want all the robbers to be destroyed, because the disappearance of robbers means that the value of the mercenary will be greatly reduced, and the income will also decrease.

　　 "However, although there are a lot fewer professional robbers, there are still some part-time robbers."

　　 "For example?"

"Prairie natives, especially some nomadic orc tribes, they usually graze and sell prey furs, but if they find that they can eat the entire chamber of commerce without leaking the wind, they don't mind a cameo and disappear on the prairie. A dozen or twenty people, that couldn't be more normal."

　　 While talking, Merck looked at the surrounding grass warily. He was worried that a group of robbers suddenly popped out of the grass.

　　 "……"

　　 The two talked while walking along the way, passing the boring time on the way.

　　 Feralas can't help but think about the three dragons while listening to the fellow's bragging.

　　 "If you can ride a dragon back, you should pull the wind," he thought to himself, and said it.

　　 "Ahem! Ahem..."

　　 The bearded mercenary on the side almost didn't get choked to death by the alcohol, and slapped his chest: "You...cough...you kid really dare to think..."

　　 Stop the cough, and Merck added: "Boy! You can't say this in the triangle plain! Otherwise, you will be killed!"

　　 accidentally said his inner thoughts, Feralas felt a little embarrassed: "Hehehe, don't worry, I'm not stupid, come and drink."

　　 The two raised their wine pouches and took a sip, which resolved the embarrassment.

　　 Merck was still worried, and added: "Last time, someone was drunk in the Sands City Tavern and clamored to go to slay the dragon, but he was nearly pinched to death by the ogre boss..."

　　 "Hahaha, my heart is big enough, dare to stay in a tavern opened by an ogre. Isn't this a sheep's mouth!"

"Haha, the Triangle Plain is such a magical place! If I leave it before, how can I expect that I will have dinner with the orcs one day, and drink with the ogres, hey, I have a house of ogres... …"

　　 "Bring you down! You are not yet a big ogre!" After getting acquainted, Feralas didn't hesitate to expose the fellow's bragging.

　　 Merck was not angry, and continued to quibble: "But I drink a lot. I claim that I am not drunk in a thousand cups. Besides, I also made an orc friend at the wine table."

　　 "Uncle Merck, your face is already red!"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　"……"

　　 Listening to the interesting stories of the Triangle Plain and bragging with the experienced fellows, Feralas’ journey is not boring.

　　 After another distance, everyone in the caravan suddenly saw a little dust rising above the end of the road in the distance, and suddenly increased their vigilance, and the mercenaries responsible for protection put their hands on their weapons.

　　 Although the trade road from Yangfan Port to the Triangle Plain is patrolled by orc patrols, the robbers have not completely disappeared, but are more secretive. Sometimes they will pretend to be nomadic tribes, and will clean the battlefield after the robbery.

　　 Gradually, everyone in the caravan saw the appearance of the visitor, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

It was a team of orcs. There were about fifty orcs. Each of them rode a wolf under their hips. The leader of the team had two in a row behind them. Even if they were running, they did not disrupt the order of the team. In addition, the beasts Everyone wears standard leather armor with sharp standard swords on their waists, and they carry bows and quiver pots full of arrows on their backs.

　　 They are the regular army of orcs belonging to the Three Dragons, and they are also the patrol and patron saint of this trade road.

Seeing that it was an orc patrol, Merck looked in awe, and said to the young fellow on the side: "Don't look at this orc army with only fifty people, at least half of them are professionals, and the captain is at least a mid-level professional. In addition to the racial talent of the orcs and the wolves under their hips, they really have to fight, comparable to a thousand regular troops."

　　 Feralas was taken aback for a moment, shocked by the strength of the orcs, but quickly accepted it. In the southern part of the mainland, the private guards of some nobles were of such a standard.

　　 Although it is surprising that the orc patrol has such a level, it is not so unacceptable.

　　 "Lead the horse! Stand on the side of the road!" The steward of the Chamber of Commerce scolded the guys to stabilize the horse.

The orc patrol is not an enemy. Everyone knows it, but the horses of the Chamber of Commerce don’t know. In addition, the herbivores have a natural fear of carnivorous wolves. Therefore, the Chamber of Commerce must stabilize the horses to prevent the horses from being frightened and causing trouble and waiting for the orcs. The patrol passed before moving on.

　　 did not let the caravan wait long, the orcs came riding on the wolves.

The orc leader headed by 　　 glanced at the small caravan organized by nearly a hundred people, and did not pay much attention, and kept running along the road made by the caravan without squinting.

　　 Amidst the uneasy neighs of the horses, the two teams passed by.

　　 Merck saw the orc at the end of the team, his face was happy: "Hey! Reis Black Wolf!"

Hearing someone calling his name, the young orc at the end of the patrol turned his head, saw the bearded mercenary who said hello, patted the wolf under his crotch, slowed down and stayed in front of the bearded mercenary: "Ha! My friend! long time no see!"

　　 Feralas was surprised ~lightnovelpub.net~ looked at the bearded mercenary on the side. He didn't expect that he really had an orc friend, and this orc was still a member of the patrol.

　　 The young man who Merck rushed over raised his chin slightly, as if saying: Look, I'm not bragging.

　　 made a showy action, and Merck turned to the orc who came to drive the wolf: "Old friend! Long time no see!"

　　 looked at the team running ahead, he curiously asked: "Leis! Are you on a mission?"

　　 "Well, my friend, because of the rules, I can't answer you this question."

　　 "Hug...sorry, I should ask."

"It doesn't matter, by the way, I have good news for you," the orc showed enthusiasm and said excitedly with the orc's unique loud voice: "We are going to build a nation! Five months later, the great true dragon will hold its founding ceremony in Oka City! Also, Modo Peak Forest will be open to the public in a month, and you can also go in and have a look at that time!"

　　 "Well, I have to keep up with my teammates, goodbye!"

"Ugh?!"

　　 The two big news thundered the mercenary, Feralas, and the caravan guy not far away. When everyone reacted, they found that the orcs had driven the wolves out for a certain distance.

　　 Everyone immediately exploded. After a while, the news spread throughout the team. Everyone in the caravan was discussing the news brought by the orcs.

　　 "My God! This is incredible!"

　　 "Is it April Fool's Day?!"

　　 "……"

　　In the team, Feralas, the son of a merchant from the south, showed excitement, and he felt that he had come at the right time.

　　 I will witness history!