After learning that the dragon ruling the middle of the prairie was about to establish a nation, the caravan set off a frenzy of discussion. Businessmen, men, mercenaries, all were talking about the triangle plain, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

　　In the team, Feralas did the same, listening to the mercenaries bragging, while looking forward to the trip to the Triangle Plain.

　　 It seems that even the horse pulling the cart has been affected by the emotions of the people, and the pace of advancement is a bit brisk.

　　Walking, the clouds in the sky gradually thickened, the sun became more and more gloomy, and the wind was cold with a hint of coldness, extinguishing a lot of the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.

　　 Mercenary-Merck looked up at the gloomy clouds in the sky, and couldn't help feeling a little upset: "Oh! What a bad luck! It looks like it's going to rain!"

　　 "I hope it doesn't get too heavy," Feralas frowned.

　　 A rainy day will bring a lot of inconveniences to pedestrians in the wild, muddy roads, soaked clothes, if you accidentally catch a cold, it will be fatal.

Compared with the passengers and mercenaries on the carriages, the merchants do not like rainy days, because many of the goods on the horse-drawn carts are not rain-proof, such as the cloth and silk from the south. If they get moldy in the rain, this will make the merchants. The income is greatly reduced.

　　 However, passengers and caravans are prepared for rainy days.

　　 "Stop! Stop! Stop all!"

After 　　 called to stop the caravan, the caravan manager waved at the guy: "You, you, you, you guys, come over and give me all the rain cloths."

　　The experienced guys of the tradesmen immediately started the action. They skillfully took out the folded raincloth from under the cart, and unfolded the raincloth in pairs. The cart was tightly covered, and the edges were secured with ropes to prevent the raincloth from being blown away by the maple.

　　 Aside, Feralas got off the car and smelled a scent of leather. Given the birth of the merchant's family, he knew about the caravan.

These rain cloths are cowhide soaked in a special medicine. Several pieces of cowhide are stitched together with fine needles and threads, and some neat holes are worn on the edges, and fixed ropes are worn in the holes. A sturdy and durable rain cloth is not too expensive. The production is complete.

　　 As a ranger who loves to travel, he is naturally prepared, and skillfully took out a raincoat from the dimensional bag and put it on his body.

　　 Aside, the bearded mercenary also took out his raincoat from his backpack and put it on. Seeing Feralas put the dimension bag in his arms, a touch of envy flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he looked a little higher at his fellow villager.

　　 Even the lowest dimensional bag requires one or two hundred gold coins, which is almost the price of a half-house in an average town.

　　 Being able to own the dimensional bag and being so young, this shows that Feralas has a superior family background. It is one aspect of a superior family status. If you dare to use the dimensional bag freely, this is another aspect.

　　 After all, wealth is moving, and if you dare to travel alone and show off your belongings, this is either stupid or confidence in your own strength.

　　 Through the conversation just now, Merck would naturally not regard the young man in front of him as an idiot, so there is only another explanation.

　　 rush rush!

　　 The caravan tied the rain cloth for less than half an hour, and heavy rain fell from the sky, and the entire grassland was covered by hazy rain.

　　 In view of this fashion being at noon, the caravan drove on the road that was muddy due to the rain. The wheels fell into the mud from time to time, and the horses could not be pulled out. Everyone had to go carts.

　　 Of course, all this is a caravan's business, and it has nothing to do with Feralas, the passenger.

　　 The heavy rain and mud made everyone's mood not so beautiful, and everyone drove silently in the heavy rain.

　　 Until the evening, the heavy rain finally stopped and the clouds dispersed to reveal the setting sun.

　　After the rain, the fragrance of the soil pierced straight into his nostrils. Feralas raised his hand to look at the setting sun. The sun was shining on the grassland after the rain, and the raindrops on the grass shimmered. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful~"

　　 Not far away, the caravan manager also looks at the setting sun on the horizon, but he has a completely different mood from the passengers, and feels a little annoyed.

　　Because the heavy rain just now brought inconvenience to the camp, the grass after the rain was soggy, which made people feel uncomfortable.

　　 But no matter what, after a day’s journey, all creatures, including humans and horses, are very tired. In addition, walking on the grassland in dark is very dangerous. You must camp at this time.

　　 "Set up camp and cook."

Accompanied by an order from the steward, the caravan guys who had been waiting for a long time got busy immediately, found a flat open space on the side of the road, untied the rope linking the horses and the cart, and surrounded the cart full of cargo into one. In the big circle, everyone started to make a fire and cook in the circle.

This is a common defense method used by prairie merchants. When camping at night, place the carts in a circle and keep people and horses in the circle. This can effectively prevent night attacks by prairie predators, and it can also facilitate rapid response by everyone. The carriage counterattacked the attacking robber.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 One after another tents were set up, and the fire started. Everyone surrounded the fire with water sacs, eating the dry food they carried, and was about to eat it. The food is noodles, and the money-sufficient food is jerky.

　　 Dry noodles and jerky are not as delicious as hot town rice, but after a day's journey, they taste exceptionally fragrant.

　　 Feralas followed Merck and the mercenaries, eating and chatting around the fire, drinking toast, talking and laughing.

　　 A group of men gather together, it is inevitable that the topic will be brought to the woman, bragging, talking about bad things, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

　　In the joyous atmosphere, everyone ended the day's dinner and fell asleep early.

　　Of course, night watchmen are absolutely inevitable when spending the night on the grassland, but this is a matter for the mercenaries responsible for security.

　　Passenger-Feralas lay down in the tent, without taking off his clothes, with weapons such as bows, arrows, quiver, and long swords placed beside the pillow, and he closed his eyes.

　　 The night in the grassland is very quiet, with only the low voice of the vigil mercenaries chatting.

　　 Suddenly, Feralas, who was sleeping with his ears on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, bounced from the tent, picked up the bow and arrow and long sword on the ground, opened the tent door and looked east.

　　 He heard the movement from the east from the surface!

　　 Two seconds slower than Feralas, the mercenary leader also walked out of the tent, he was also neatly dressed and fully armed.

　　 Seeing Feralas who was faster than himself, the mercenary leader was taken aback, then nodded, his eyes full of solemnity.

　　 "The last husband, can you tell what the sound is?"

　　 The leader of the mercenary-the last husband stared at the darkness in the east, his tone was full of solemnity: "Centaur, it may also be a group of wild horses on the grassland, I hope it will be the latter."

　　Filas face sinks like water, and the mercenary leader’s words are more self-comforting, because the horses on the prairie do not run on a large scale at night, so there is a high probability that the person who comes is the famous prairie robber—the centaur.

　　 It's really unlucky, I didn't expect such a thing to hit me!

　　 He couldn't help feeling a little depressed. After years of attack by three dragons, the number of centaur robbers on the prairie dropped sharply compared to before. The probability of centaur attacking caravans was not as high as that of beasts.

　　 No matter what, if you hit it, you hit it.

　　At this time, the mercenaries who watched the night by the fire still didn't understand what was going on, when they saw the leader suddenly run out of the tent, he came over and asked.

　　 "Boss, how are you..."

　　 "Scream everyone," the end husband growled low.

　　 "Yes!" Seeing the leader's solemn expression, the mercenary suddenly realized that something bad was about to happen.

　　 He hurriedly called everyone up. After a while, everyone in the entire camp got up, and everyone including the chamber of commerce guys was holding weapons.

　　 In this magical world, there are too many dangers in the wild, and most people walking in the wild have two brushes. The caravan guys are no exception. Most of them have received combat training from the host.

　　 Normally, they are caravan guys who hide their blades under the cart. In critical moments, these loyal and combat-trained guys are also an important fighting force.

　　 The fat businessman looked at the nervous-looking mercenary leader, then looked at the darkness around the camp, and couldn't help but feel puzzled: "The last boss! What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

　　 The last husband said solemnly: "It may be a centaur, I hope I guessed wrong."

　　 When it heard it was a centaur, the fat businessman's face turned white, the sweat on his forehead was coming out, and he felt restless.

　　 Centaur, prairie robbers, these savage prairie natives are very cruel, plus four legs come and go like the wind, good at riding and shooting, the prairie merchants cannot escape when encountering a centaur, and often only die.

　　 At this time, the sound of horseshoes in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the businessman was anxious: "Damn, where did these **** robbers come from!"

　　 "Captain Sultan, we are all up to you this time."

　　 "Don't worry, since I have received your money, I will naturally do things for you," the last husband felt bitter.

　　Actually, he is also very helpless. If he faces robbers such as orcs and jackals, he can still escape if he can't beat them. However, facing a four-legged centaur, running away is a dead end.

　　The only way to survive is to rely on a pallet to fight a defensive battle. Maybe he can beat the Centaur back.

　　 "I hope the prairie horses pass by," he prayed silently in his heart.

　　 The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and it was obviously directed at his group. Everyone heard the centaur’s unique frantic shout, giving up the last hint of fantasy in their hearts.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 The last husband's face condensed, and he shouted: "Everyone! Get ready to fight! You two! Burn the fire!"

　　 The reason why he ordered the addition of firewood is because centaur has low-light vision, while humans are not good at night battles. A vigorous bonfire can give everyone some hope of victory.

　　 The two caravan guys named hurriedly added firewood to the fire, and the fire suddenly soared, illuminating a large area around it, and shining on the solemn faces of everyone.

　　 is mainly mercenaries, and everyone relies on the cart to prevent the centaur from shooting with bows and arrows.

After a while, the centaur approached. These savage prairie robbers uttered distracting and frantic shouts. At the same time, they ran around the caravan camp, looking for weak points in the defense of their prey. The sound of horse hooves caused great pressure on everyone. .

　　 Everyone in the encircled circle felt nervous, and as the leader of the mercenary, the end husband judged the opponent's number from the sound of horseshoes.

　　 There are about thirty centaur.

　　 is not too much, not to make people feel desperate, but not too small, it is hard to say who wins and who loses in the fight.

　　 "Which tribe is outside?"

Leaning on the carriage, the leader of the last husband shouted: "I am the last husband of the Tiger Mercenary Group! I have friendship with Urakl Evil Eye and Mudahas Black Spear, two chiefs of your centaur clan! Give me a face! One hundred gold coins to sell wine! Think of it as making friends!"

　　 Everyone is nervously waiting for the other party's reply. If the two sides know each other, or the Centaur thinks this bone is not easy to chew, there is a high probability that they will accept gold coins and retreat.

　　 In this way, everyone can avoid a tragic battle with unpredictable outcome.

The merchants naturally agreed to spend money to eliminate disasters. After all, if you really want to fight, even if you can win, the loss of goods and the compensation for death paid to mercenaries and buddies are a large number, not to mention whether you can win or not. It must be.

　　 "Bah! Evil eyes and black spears can't control my blood tail! Those who know you can call out all the weapons! I can forgive you not to die!"

　　 A hoarse and insidious voice came, and everyone's hearts were chilled.

　　 The last husband also wants to continue to work hard to avoid **** conflict: "It turned out to be the Chief Bloodtail! First meeting! One hundred and fifty gold coins! Everyone make friends!"

　　 "I only say it once! Hand over all the weapons! I will forgive you not to die!"

　　 "Are you a three-year-old child?!"

Seeing that the centaur was about to eat his party, the last husband was furious and shouted: "Don't think you will eat us! Our tiger mercenary group has been in the North for seven or eight years! It's not vegetarian either! One last chance! Take two hundred gold coins and roll!"

　　 Having said that, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but the end husband had already expected that the centaur would become irritated, so he shouted and nodded suddenly to his companion.

　　Such mercenary companion is the bearded mercenary-Merck.

　　 At this time, Merck was listening attentively and judging the position of the centaur leader. He also lowered a stringed crossbow in his hand, and the arrow of the crossbow bolt was smeared with a layer of black material.

　　 This is a poisonous arrow with the venom of the swamp frog smeared on it, even if the arrow is hit by a high-ranking soldier, it will not survive a minute.

　　 "I want to drink your blood!" The furious centaur leader ordered a shot: "Warriors with blood tails! Kill them!"

　　 The half-man horse-drawn bow running around the circle shoots arrows. Accompanied by the sound of sloshing through the air, the arrows slammed into the carriage covered with rain cloth.

　　 The merchant's heart is dripping blood. Not to mention these ponchos made of cowhide, the silk on the car is not cheap. It was destroyed by the centaur at once, and the value of the hole would be greatly reduced.

"Well!"

　　 An arrow passed through the gap in the horse workshop and hit the arm of a caravan guy. He let out a painful grunt, and cut the arrow with the knife in his hand, so as not to affect the later battle.

　　 Aside, Feralas glanced at the injured man, his face condensed, and he clenched the matte sword in his hand.

　　 As the end husband said, the Tiger Mercenary Corps has been in the Northland for seven or eight years, with rich experience, and there are no obvious loopholes in the carriage defense.

　　 "Come on! Warriors of Bloodtail! Tear off their defenses!"

　　 The centaur robber had to personally bash the line of defense in order to open the line of defense so that it would be convenient to shoot and kill the enemy inside the line of defense of the carriage.

　　 mercenaries will naturally not wait to die.

"kill!"