Chapter 504

Chapter 504: The Blue-Horned Tribe

In the early morning, on the ancient Guafia grassland.

“Should Leesia continue going forward? Further north, there are only these ancient tribes.”

Between the two caravans, Meir and Loran Hill stood together, bidding farewell. After traveling together for some time, the Lamia Trade Caravan was gradually filled with goods and ready to return.

“Yes,” Loran Hill nodded, then asked,

“What about those ancient tribes?”

Meir twirled her hair around her finger, thinking, “I heard from my elders that these tribes are numerous and powerful, even having specialized combat groups. But they are also hard to deal with; sometimes they don’t follow reason, and if they see you have money and goods, they will just take them directly.”

“So our transactions usually only involve familiar medium-sized tribes, so we can have the strength to defend ourselves and resist, rather than being at the mercy of others.”

“Further north, those primitive ancient orc tribes are not something our kind of caravans can resist, so we generally turn back after acquiring enough goods.”

“Do they need supplies like food and everyday items such as needles, combs, mirrors, etc.?”

“They do need them, but they don’t buy them. They just ‘take’ them from nearby small tribes. Other medium-sized tribes also send tribute to seek protection or avoid disturbance.” Meir released her hand, letting the strands of hair that were wrapped around her face fall naturally.

“I understand roughly,” Loran Hill nodded.

“It seems you’ve made up your mind.” Seeing that Loran Hill still had no intention of changing, Meir didn’t try to dissuade her anymore.

“On the road, try to hire more guards. Also, Leesia might be better off wearing a veil; you attract too much attention.” After a brief pause, Meir looked seriously at Loran Hill and said.

“Okay.” Loran Hill blinked, looking at this worried young lady, then comforted her,

“I’ll be careful. Besides, our caravan’s guards are quite capable, so there’s no need to worry so much.”

“Alright. If you come to the new Vergha Alliance in the future, you can find me to play. I usually stay in the castle under the Deep Oak Mountain. There, in summer, there grows a light purple flower, which I really like.”

After bidding farewell, Meir got on the carriage, took off her hat, and leaned out of the window to wave at Loran Hill. Finally, she disappeared over the distant horizon with the caravan.

Lifting her arm, Loran Hill returned to the carriage. They would continue heading north, directly visiting the oldest and strongest tribes on the grassland. There, they would meet several high-ranking shamans they had previously spoken with.

As the carriage moved forward, in another part of the caravan of the Lamia Trade Guild.

The wheels rolled over the roots and small stones on the road, causing slight jolts. Inside the carriage, Meir looked at her brother, noticing he still seemed somewhat dispirited.

“Is Brother still thinking about Miss Leesia?”

Holant lifted his chin from his palm, shifting his gaze from outside the window to the girl inside the carriage.

“Yes. Brother has really made a fool of himself this time.”

“It’s because Brother doesn’t understand girls’ hearts. What you did was too rough.”

“But, I don’t know how to pursue a girl. Isn’t this the most genuine way? If I learn those sweet words, wouldn’t I become a playboy?”

“But—”

Meir pursed her lips, unable to think of a rebuttal, so she pouted at Holant.

Seeing his sister’s expression, Holant realized belatedly that he might have said something wrong.

“Does Meir want candy? I bought a lot from the Lagertis Trade Caravan before, many flavors, very fresh styles…”

As Holant spoke, he had the maid behind him take out a beautifully packaged box filled with colorful candies, neatly arranged like gems.

Seeing this, Meir finally turned her attention to him.

“When did Brother buy these? I didn’t know. But before leaving, Leesia also gave me a few boxes, which I haven’t opened yet.”

“How could Brother forget you, Meir? You are the cutest sister in my heart. Whenever there’s something good, I will definitely save a portion for you.” Holant affectionately rubbed Meir’s head, but was pushed away by her.

Soon, the carriage echoed with the joyful cries of the young lady, followed by a lively commotion and arguments, as the carriage moved forward, growing further away.

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Five days later, Loran Hill finally arrived at the territory of the Blue-Horned Tribe, where the Great Shaman of the grassland came from.

Before the trade caravan could get close to the tribe’s settlement, a group of orc riders riding giant-horned elk rushed over. They wielded greataxes and had red war paint on their faces, giving off a fierce and ancient aura.

The horses neighed loudly, and ten or so guards of the caravan urgently turned their horses around, holding long swords and shields to block their path, preventing them from rushing towards the wagons and disturbing the girl inside the carriage.

But these orc riders did not stop. Seeing someone blocking them, they became even more excited, shouting various sounds, then charging over at a faster speed.

Upon seeing this, the rabbit-eared riders also had to ride back to counterattack.

The two groups charged toward each other like two black dots on the green earth, the heavy greataxes and sharp swords reflecting cold glints in the sunlight.

“Stop!” A rabbit-eared girl rode out of the horse carriage, shouting loudly.

The advancing rabbit-eared riders slowed down, slightly retracting their swords, and instead concentrated their magic power onto the left shield.

In the brief charge, they gathered again, 17 people shoulder to shoulder, horse to horse, moving in unison. Their shields formed a continuous wall, with silver-blue metal patterns appearing on the shields, resembling a straight steel wall.

This ‘wall’ then collided with the axe-wielding orcs opposite, a dense and dull sound rang out, some axes were dented, and some were knocked down along with their riders, trampled by the hooves, rolling on the ground and wailing.

Although these greatax orcs were strong, each around Sequence 2-3, the guards of the Lagertis Trade Caravan all came from the Iron Sun Knights, with the lowest being War Sequence 4 Burnt Iron Knights. In terms of discipline, individual strength, battle formations, and fighting spirit, they comprehensively overwhelmed their opponents.

This was still under controlled force; if not for the rabbit-eared girl’s intervention, these greatax orcs might have been killed on the spot.

Mira wore black and white nun robes, wielding a staff, riding over to check one by one. Seeing that none of the greatax orcs were dead, she slightly relaxed.

She ordered the rabbit-eared knights to gather these orcs, treated them briefly, then returned to the caravan to inquire the young wise woman’s opinion.

Meanwhile, the guards on the lookout tower of the tribal camp saw this scene, blew the horn, and struck the great bell. The entire tribe began to boil like boiling water.

(End of Chapter)