Chapter 41 Tracker on the Grassland

Boom!

The waves patted the bow of the boat, splashing countless water droplets and flying with the wind one after another.

Leon stood on the deck and looked at the vast river. The small town wharf on the bank of the long embankment in the distance was faintly visible. He would soon set foot on the land on the north bank of the Nucang River, a step closer than the Kingdom of Mongolia.

In the morning, Leon's team boarded the boat and crossed the river smoothly. Because the dock on the other side was dozens of miles downstream, the ferry had to travel down for some time to reach.

The Kingdom of Otto is bordered by the Kingdom of Bimon in the north and the powerful Farea Empire in the east. The Nucang River, which crosses half a continent from west to east, has naturally become a major transportation road.

Starting from this open river, it can be regarded as the golden route of the Nucang River. Although it is winter now, there are many merchant ships, ferries and even cruise ships that go up or down the river.

Although the relationship between the orcs and the human race is cold and hostile, and the orcs are not allowed to set foot on the territory of the human race, the trade between the two sides is still very frequent.

Mineral deposits, wood, magic crystals, spices and other resources from the northern Bimon are constantly imported into the human nation in exchange for sophisticated weapons, silk, porcelain, magic supplies and other materials. Such trade has never been cut off for thousands of years.

So there are many small caravans like Leon who go to the Kingdom of Bemeng. Every year, a large number of gray camel merchants take risks to cross Hebei. The orcs are still friendly to ordinary caravans. The only trouble is that there are endless bandits on the distant road.

"To Mond City, first of all, we have to cross the Hulun grassland. We have to cross the Muyu Mountains. The risk is not small..." The new guide of the team said on the simple map: "Those big horse thieves will not like small caravans like us, but some small bandits will not let go of anything."

Wally, a guide in his forties, is a senior reading mercenary. It is said that he has spent ten years in a famous mercenary regiment and worked alone for more than ten years.

Among the mercenary union, he has a very high reputation, and even Aklan has heard of his name.

"They are like hungry wolves on the grassland. As long as they are targeted, they will follow them all the way. After they are sure that they can eat it, they will not hesitate to rush up and kill everyone and take everything!"

The voice of the mercenary guide was low and cold. When he spoke, there was no expression on his face full of wind and frost marks, which made people feel like a stone carving clay sculpture.

Wally's words are very few, but there is not a word of nonsense.

"If they dare to come, we dare to kill them all!" Leon said disdainfully.

There are a total of five warriors in their team and Leon, plus the third-level mage Aklan and a fire hammer that can act as an archer. If they can't even deal with a small bandit, it's better to pack up and go home early.

"First of all, according to the rules and conditions of employment, I am only responsible for leading the way, and I can not participate in the battle..." The guide said lightly, "If my life is in danger, I will first choose to escape."

"Of course, I will also do my duty, try to choose a safe route, avoid danger, and let the team reach Tomond City safely!"

"Hmm! That's enough." Leon said with a smile.

Although the guide's words sound very unpleasant, the frank and professional attitude gives people enough trust.

Squeak!

A golden civet quickly rushed to Leon's shoulder and rubbed his thick neck with his little hairy head, looking flattering.

"The greedy little guy..." Leon reached out and touched his head and scolded.

He took out a handful of pine nuts from his waist pocket, and the civet mouse cleverly climbed down his arm, jumped to Leon's palm to grab food quickly, and wiped it clean in a blink of an eye.

Of course, this little pet is the silver-lined golden civet rat obtained by Leon from the thief's head. At the beginning, Leon didn't know how to tame it at all.

Fortunately, Aklan, as a magician, is well-informed and has long been ready to deal with its big killer - a bag of black pine seeds found from the thief's head.

The silver thread golden civet rat is also a mother. Give it a handful of black pine nuts and it will be obedient. When it is released, it will no longer run away. Soon, Leon, who has black pine nuts, will be regarded as his new owner.

However, the mage also said that it must take some time to cultivate enough loyalty, and he doesn't know how to make it effective

Leon doesn't care very much. He doesn't know how to ask others. For him, it's more fun to raise this little guy now.

Seeing the golden beaver that Leon was teasing, a trace of surprise flashed through Wally's calm eyes.

"Ready to dock!"

At this time, the owner at the helm shouted, reminding the passengers to be prepared.

The ferry leaned firmly against the dock.

The sailors quickly laid the boards to help send the camels to the shore.

Leon and others rode the gray camel again, passed through the dock town under the guidance of the guide, and entered the Hulun grassland.

Hulun is the only grassland area in the north of the mainland. The many tributaries and abundant water of the Nucang River nourish this fertile land and become a natural site for many orc tribes to graze.

But in the large marginal area of the north bank of the Nucang River, although it is nominally the territory of the Kingdom of Bemon, out of vigilance and vigilance against the human race, there is almost no trace of orc tribes.

The stranded bandits have become the masters of this place. In the vast area of hundreds of miles from west to east, large and small horse thieves have emerged one after another, becoming the biggest enemy of caravans and business groups.

Among the bandits, there are orcs and human races, wanted criminals, homeless wanderers, blood-lickers, down-and-headed adventurers... It can be called a mixture of fish and dragons.

According to the guide, it is winter now, and there are relatively few caravans coming and going, so the general large horse thieves are not coming out of the camp in the mountains. Only those small teams that do not have enough winter supplies will travel around looking for prey in the frost and ice.

Such bandits are also the most ferocious.

The guide hired after spending 50 or 60 gold coins is definitely worthy of his worth. Although it is a grassland, there are actually many mountains, forests, rivers and swamps here.

The long green grass is not over the knees, and there is no ready-made road to walk. If you are not familiar with the terrain environment, you will not know when you will enter the lost mud.

And Wally is always able to quickly find a safe path, avoiding the area that may trap the gray camel, all the way north.

They were lucky. It was sunny for three days and they didn't have any trouble.

But on the fourth day, the trouble still came.

"That's the scout of the horse thief..."

Wally's expression was a little solemn. He looked back behind him: "He will follow us all the way and find a way to test our reality. The real team should be nearby."

At the rear of the team, I don't know when there was an additional horse-riding tracker, who followed all the way from afar.

Because the distance is too far, Leon can't see the other party's appearance clearly, but it can be sure that the other party has bad intentions.

"What should we do?" Leon asked in a low voice.

Wally thought for a moment and said, "If they are strong enough to determine us, they don't need to test at all and rush over directly. This is obviously a small team."

"So we don't need to pay attention to it for the time being. If they sneak up and test, as long as we can teach them enough lessons, I believe they will leave wisely."

As soon as they arrived at the Hulun grassland, Rock Hammer and others no longer hid themselves and quickly took off the cloak to cover their appearance.

He found that four people in his team were orcs. Wally, who had a lot of experience, was not surprised or afraid, but was more confident in the strength of the team.

"Do you want me to put a spell to scare him?" Aklan is eager to try.

"That's a good idea..." The guide nodded and praised: "Knowing that there are mages in our team, I think they will have a lot of scruples."

"I don't think so..." Leon sneered and shook his head: "Let them come over. Do you dare to come and think about us and want to leave without paying a price? It's not that easy!"

"Yes!"

"Let them come and do it!"

"Let them taste the power of our Tomahawk!"

Several bear hammers shouted. The long journey and the previous shrinking and hiding have long made these idle guys feel bored for a long time.

Now that I have finally encountered something exciting, how can I be willing to let it go?

Even the little hammer raised his bow and arrow, shouting that he wanted to shoot the thief on his face!

Leon laughed - this is the bear man he cultivated. He can fight and will never be afraid of any challenge!

Aklan and Wally smiled bitterly and did not object.

So the team continued to move forward as if they didn't see the tail behind.

However, at dusk, the stalker gradually changed from one ride to five rides, and slowly shortened the distance between the two sides.

This psychological tactic made Leon sneer and more and more determined Wally's judgment that the other party was a small team.

The sun sets below the horizon, and the prairie ushered in a new long night, which became much colder.

Reon set up the camp on the edge of a low hill, erected three tents and lit a bonfire.

And the tracker disappeared, as if it had melted into the night.

"Normally, they will attack us at night or in the early morning, at least a tentative attack." Wally turned over the dried meat and said, "Once we find our weaknesses, they will all jump up, just like wolves on the prairie!"

"Then let's wait for him!" Leon swallowed the dry and hard bread, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his eyes, the senior mercenary who had experienced countless dangers trembled in his heart, and suddenly felt that the person sitting opposite was not a person, but a tiger who was choosing someone!

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