Red Dragon Emperor

The centaur bandits charged towards the chariot formation, and the mercenaries showed no sign of weakness.

The experienced mercenary leader - Mo Fu moved his ears, judged the enemy's troop distribution from the shouts of killing and the sound of horses' hoofs, and made corresponding commands.

"Ur! You take Mark west!"

"Yurak, you go and defend the gap!"

"Merke, pay attention to the position of the Centaur Khan..."

Just as he was talking, the centaur bandit rushed up and tried to rush into the interior through the gap between the vehicles, but was attacked by the mercenaries hiding behind the vehicles.

The two mercenaries cooperated with each other, one up and one down, one attacked the centaur's head, and the other attacked the centaur's feet.

The centaur bandit paid the price for his recklessness. Unprepared, his two front hooves were cut off, he let out a miserable scream, and fell forward under the action of inertia.

Before he could make any movements, the fallen centaur bandit was slashed on the neck by the mercenary, and blood spurted several meters away, shooting towards the flickering fire.

Outside the encirclement, the blood-tailed centaur Khan heard the screams from his own clansmen, and realized that the mercenary team in front of him was a bit tricky, but this further increased his ambition to take down the powerful enemy.

Only by hunting challenging prey can there be a sense of accomplishment.

Licking his lips, he clenched the spear in his hand, pointed the spear at the defensive chariot formation, and charged with a roar.

Da da da!

The dull sound of horseshoes seemed to ring in the heart of the bearded mercenary, Merke. He tightly grasped the big hand of the crossbow, and concentrated on judging the position of the centaur Khan.

He knew what the Centaur Khan wanted.

The Centaur Khan wanted to overturn the carriage directly with the power of the mid-level fighters, thereby opening a gap in the defense line. Once he succeeded, the members of the Tiger Mercenary Corps would face danger directly, and the probability of casualties would increase greatly.

Crisis often also means opportunity.

As long as he can seize the opportunity of the Centaur Khan approaching and kill him with a crossbow arrow, then this crisis will be solved easily.

Bearing the hope of the entire mercenary group, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, so he simply closed his eyes to judge the position of the Centaur Khan.

Finally, the sound of hooves was very close.

The bearded mercenary—Merke suddenly opened his eyes, stood on tiptoe with one foot, exerted strength with the other foot, and turned quickly like a spinning compass, half of his body was exposed from behind the hidden carriage, holding the winding string in his hand. His powerful crossbow, his pupils were full of indifference and murderous intent.

Then with the dancing flames, he saw a centaur with a bloody turban on his head charging beyond the line of defense of the carriage. That terrifying charging momentum made him unique.

Without the slightest hesitation, Merck pulled the trigger.

Phew~!

The bowstring flicked, and the arrow coated with deadly poison flew out, piercing the air and shooting at the charging centaur chieftain.

The blood-tailed centaur felt his hairs stand on end in an instant, and a deadly sense of crisis surged in his heart. He made a decisive decision and pulled his partner beside him as a shield.

Puchi~!

The arrow shot into the chest of the hapless centaur, and he let out a miserable scream, turned his head and stared at the leader with wide eyes, and spit out a mouthful of black blood poisonous blood from his mouth.

Walking through life and death, the blood-tailed centaur Khan was terrified, and then endless anger surged, he discarded the arrow-blocking partner in his hand, and launched an angry charge towards the chariot formation.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the centaur chief had narrowly escaped death, Merck couldn't help cursing. He casually put the hand crossbow that had lost the crossbow bolts on the carriage, drew out the long sword at his waist, and jumped sideways to dodge at the same time.

It was correct to jump sideways and dodge. The moment he escaped from the hidden carriage, a strong force acted on the fully loaded carriage, and the carriage weighing more than 100 kilograms was overturned at once, and the goods on the overturned carriage fell from the gap in the cowhide raincloth. out,

scattered on the grass.

At the gap, Bloodtail Centaur Khan roared: "Attack!"

A gap was opened in the line of defense, and everyone's hearts tightened, their heartbeats quickened, their blood rushed to their hearts, and they were ready to go all out.

What everyone didn't notice was that in another part of the carriage defense line, the ranger - Feralas's bow and arrows were already full, and he had been waiting for a long time.

Now, the centaur Khan who had just broken through the carriage defense was exposed to his attack.

Whoosh!

The arrow covered with faint energy pierced through the air, shooting towards the heart of the blood-tailed centaur Khan with lightning speed.

Centaur Khan sensed the danger, but he didn't have time to dodge the energy-enhanced ranger skill, so he had to dodge sideways.

Accompanied by a painful muffled sound, the sharp arrow hit Centaur Khan's arm, directly piercing his arm, and the bloody arrow emerged from the other side of the arm, if not for Centaur Khan's muscles Hold on, I'm afraid the arrow will further attack his heart after piercing through his arm.

There are masters!

Centaur Khan's heart froze, he didn't have time to deal with the arrow, he turned around and ran without hesitation, his hooves moving fast.

On the side, the leader of the last husband who was about to fight with all his strength, before he could react, the Centaur Khan rushed two or three meters away.

"retreat!"

The centaur bandits who were attacking the line of defense had just seen their own Khan showing great power, breaking through the enemy's line of defense, and were about to follow the Khan to do a big kill, but he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he thought that the situation would be reversed in a blink of an eye.

The mercenaries couldn't react in time, only the leader of the mercenaries - Mo Fu reacted quickly, rushed out and hacked to death the nearest centaur, and the rest of the centaurs escaped.

The mercenaries who reacted immediately cheered enthusiastically, but they didn't dare to rush out like the leader.

Common sense on the northern prairie - don't chase the fleeing centaur. This is the truth that has been learned time after time. After all, the centaur can't catch up with four legs, and the arrow back is not a joke.

"Little brother Feralas! You really belong to me!"

Merk, who is also good at bow and arrow, saw that it was Feralas who shot the arrow and injured the Centaur Khan. He opened his arms, walked up to Feralas and gave him a big hug.

Feralas did not refuse either: "Uncle Merck! You are also impatient!"

"Haha! Feralas! Thanks to you this time, otherwise we would lose a few more brothers!"

"..."

Soon, the compliments of the mercenaries surrounded Feralas, and the businessmen in the rear also came up and signaled for a drink to celebrate.

Feralas quickly reached out to stop the enthusiastic crowd: "Everyone, we will talk about the celebration later, go and catch up with that damned bandit first."

Everyone was puzzled when they heard the words, Merck's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Brother Feralas, could it be your arrow..."

"That's right, a strong anesthetic has been applied to it."

"Quick! Quick! Lead the horse!"

Mo Fu was overjoyed: "Brother Feralas! You earned it! If I remember correctly! There is a reward on Bloodtail Khan!"

Feralas raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Is there such a good thing?!"

Leaving most of the manpower to guard the camp and deal with the centaur corpses, Feralas and the rest rode on horses holding torches and chased in the direction of the fleeing centaur.

It didn't take long for them to see Chief Bloodtail who had been abandoned by his tribe. At this time, Chief Bloodtail was paralyzed, lying on the grass and struggling feebly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feralas dismounted and raised his knife.

At dawn the next day, the group set out on the road again.

The overturned carriage was repaired by the caravan staff overnight, and the goods were loaded. The team was no different from before, but the eyes of the people in the team looked at the young man sitting on the carriage changed, with obvious respect.

This is respect for the strong, and the identity of Feralas' high-level ranger has spread.

A high-ranking ranger, even in the south where the powerful gather, is not an unknown person, but in the barren north, he is enough to become the leader of a large mercenary group with hundreds of people.

In the next five days, the team did not encounter any moths again, and successfully passed through the vast prairie to the boundary of the triangular plain.

"Ah~, six days are finally here."

Far away, Feralas, who was sitting on the carriage, saw an outpost at the end of his line of sight, and a flag was flying above the outpost. Due to the distance, he couldn't see the exact shape of the flag, so he could only judge that it was red.

He pointed to the flag flying in the distance: "Uncle Merck, is that the flag of the Triangle Plain?"

On the side, the bearded mercenary—Merke heard the words, built a sunshade on his eyebrows with his hands, and saw the flag flying on the distant post: "It's strange, there was no flag before."

"By the way! Didn't that guy, Lace Heilang, say that the three real dragons are going to establish a nation! Could it be the national flag?"

The two felt that they had guessed the truth, and everyone in the caravan also noticed the flag on the outpost, whispering and discussing, and everyone accelerated their pace a little.

At the same time, the caravan leader took out a money bag, frowned, took out a few coins from the money bag and put them into his small wallet.

"What is Steward Frank doing here? Could it be that he is preparing to pay taxes? Is there so much?" Feralas was surprised. He found that the money bag in the hands of the caravan steward was really big, far exceeding the Mainland routine city entry tax standard.

"Hahaha."

Merck explained with a smile: "It's the first time you come to the Triangle Plain, Feralas. It's normal if you don't know the situation. The tax payment method in this Triangle Plain is different from other places."

"Other regions in the mainland pay a tax once when they enter a city, but in the Triangle Plain, they only pay a tax once, and the goods can freely enter any town, so the one-time tax is more. However, on average, the tax collection and the mainland It's pretty much the same in other areas."

"So this is ah."

Feralas nodded, thinking about the advantages and disadvantages of the two tax collection methods in his mind. On the whole, the tax collection method of the Triangle Plain is better.

As the son of a wealthy merchant, Feralas understands how troublesome it is for caravans to enter the city.

Every time they enter the city, the tax officials guarding the city have to check once, so as to determine the amount of tax collected based on the value of the goods, which delays a lot of time, and the one-time taxation method of the Triangle Plain avoids this problem.

"What a valuable idea."

"After entering, you will find more novel places."

Hearing this, Feralas couldn't help but have more expectations for his trip to the Triangle Plain.

Gradually, the caravan got closer to the outpost.

After getting closer, Feralas realized that it was not a lonely outpost, this outpost was built in front of a rough town.

Merck introduced: "That is the gateway to the Triangle Plain - Stone Hammer Town. This town was originally a camp established by Stone Hammer Orcs for the convenience of patrolling trade routes. Later, it slowly developed into a border town and became a harvesting town. It also provides accommodation and other things for travelers like us who come from afar.”

Getting closer, everyone could clearly see the flag on the high post. The background color of the flag was red like a fire, and an abstract image of a giant dragon was outlined with simple golden lines.

"Interesting," Feralas squeezed his chin, observing the pattern on the flag fluttering in the wind thoughtfully.

This image of a giant dragon made of simple golden lines is very interesting. It is not an ordinary dragon that spreads its wings and flies, nor is it a fierce and domineering one that roars up to the sky. It is connected end to end to form a ring, which looks mysterious and rich in philosophy.

Finally, the caravan was only about 500 meters away from Shichui Town, and they could already clearly see the orcs entering and leaving the gate of the militarized town.

A signboard on the side of the road caught Feralas' attention, and he couldn't help but take a closer look, only to see the signboard read: 500 meters ahead is a toll booth, please prepare your wallet and slow down.

All the way to the toll booth not far from the gate of the town, the caravan steward dismounted and negotiated with the tax-collecting monster.

Everyone couldn't help turning their attention to the person who was negotiating with the manager. It was a green goblin, and the goblin was sitting on the shoulders of an ogre. A small chair was strapped to the ogre's shoulders.

After a while, the steward of the caravan led the goblins towards the caravan.

Accompanied by the ogre's movement, the ground made a muffled sound, and the horses were digging the soil with their hooves restlessly. The caravan man on the side quickly took the reins and stroked the horse's head to calm the horse's emotions.

While walking, the goblin ordered the caravan to open the raincloth for inspection, and he was holding a magic instrument in his hand that he didn't know what it was, but he felt tall at first glance, and the magic instrument was used to detect the packaged goods. Follow behind and apologize.

Seeing this scene, Feralas couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In the outside world, what is a goblin? !

The low-level wild monsters are weak, despicable, and cowardly. A minor child can scare away a single goblin, but now, an expensive caravan steward actually treats a The lowly goblin groveled while the rest of the caravan took it for granted.

It's not just humans and goblins that are weird, the combination of goblins and ogres is also weird.

You must know that ogres are powerful in combat, but goblins are not worth mentioning. In the wild, if you see goblins and ogres together, then goblins are definitely vassals and slaves of ogres.

But now, the goblin rides on the shoulders of the ogre, and the ogre obeys the goblin's command, and the relationship between master and servant is reversed.

Feralas couldn't help but feel more curious about the mysterious land in front of him.

Not long after, the goblin drove the ogre to Feralas.

Feralas couldn't help swallowing his saliva, feeling a little nervous. Only by facing the species of ogre in person can he feel how terrifying the pressure brought by the body that is more than four meters tall and weighs two to three thousand pounds , like facing a moving mountain of meat.