Chu Ci was a little drumming in his heart, and the same was true of the commander of the human merchant group.

As the supreme military leader of the merchant group, the great knight Cordo was constantly waving the leather whip in his hand at the moment, urging the guards to gather the convoy and form a defensive formation.

Kordo served in the Lion Infantry Regiment of the Court and was one of the few knights in the caravan who had received formal military training.

Douglas, who surrounded the water shield on three sides, walked to Cordo's side against the wind and sand.

Cordo felt that this old man was really making a fuss, and before he could figure out the situation, he summoned the elemental shield first, and the weak elementals were indeed all people who were afraid of death.

However, Cordo's face didn't show anything, the identity of the elementalist was there, even if it was just a hired elemental, it wouldn't be his turn to be a knight with many tongues.

Cordor commanded several guards and circled Douglas three times in and three more times.

No matter how unhappy Cordo is with the other party, he is also an elemental.

It is not unusual for an elemental division standing at a safe distance to annihilate an infantry team of less than a hundred men.

"Knight Cordor, have you found out the identity of the other party?" asked Douglas leisurely.

Cordo could only barely see that there were quite a few people on the other side, but he couldn't see it clearly in detail.

"I haven't found out, I've already sent someone to contact me. ”

After Kordo finished speaking, he began to calm the war horse beside him.

This horse has a keen sense of danger and has saved Cordo's life several times on the battlefield.

Because of this, Cordo always had a sense of foreboding.

Chu Ci took the silent tribal warriors and did not stand still until he came to a place less than fifty meters away from the caravan.

Even if it is only fifty meters, both sides can only see each other's silhouettes.

From a distance, the human merchant group had gathered dozens of carriages and besieged the city in a circle, and on the outside of the circle was a shield team of no less than fifty people, and the remaining samurai stood behind the shields, holding bows and arrows high and on guard.

A human ran out of the caravan procession, dressed as a guard, and shouted as he ran: "We are the caravan under the name of Count Celt Hegel, who are you?"

As the distance between them and the other party got closer and closer, the human warriors finally saw Chu Ci and his group clearly, and the words that had not been finished were choked back at once, like ducks being choked alive.

The human warrior ran closer only to find that the other party was as strong as a group of black bears walking upright, only surrounded by animal skin skirts, the upper body of ** exposed the high bulging big chest muscles, the face was painted with a variety of totems, arms thicker than their waists, and sharp fangs, which seemed to be ready to rush up at any time to pierce the enemy's chest.

The human warrior stood in place as if he had seen a ghost in the day, his eyes wide and wide, his legs shaking as if he were a large bowl.

Chu Ci looked at the human warrior who had completely frightened the stupid, and he didn't bother to care, and shouted: "Go, call your boss over." ”

"Holy Father is above!" the human warrior turned around and ran away as if he had been pardoned, very embarrassed.

Cordo watched as the samurai who had just been sent out rushed back like a ghost, his face cloudy.

"Yes, it's a barbarian!" the human warrior who passed the message ran to Cordo's side out of breath: "A group of tall and strong barbarians, a lot of barbarians, barbarians of the wasteland!"

Cordo frowned and asked, "Are you sure, you can see clearly that it's not the Bimon orcs but the barbarians, how many of them are there?"

Don't blame Cordo

If you think about it, some people who have never seen the world can't tell the difference between the Beamon orcs and the barbarians of the wasteland, both of whom are equally tall and mighty, and who are equally ugly and ugly from the sky.

"Yes, their faces are painted with totems, they are definitely barbarians of the wasteland, they don't have the physical characteristics of beasts, the visibility is too low, I can't see how many people there are, a lot. ”

Douglas interrupted, "No, Count Hegel has made a private agreement with the great chief of the barbarians, and his merchant group can walk freely in this yellow wasteland, and I have never heard of a merchant group being attacked by a barbarian." ”

Cordo was similarly puzzled and asked, "What else did they say?"

The frightened human warrior stammered, "Let the leader, the leader go over to talk." ”

"Useless waste!" Kordo smacked his mouth, slapping the messenger to the ground.

Compared to most of the other unseen merchant guards, Kordo has a detailed understanding of the barbarians.

If it was really the barbarians, and they wanted to attack the caravan, they would have been called a long time ago.

It is true that the intelligence of the barbarians is higher than that of the orcs, but it is not that high, they will not waste time communicating with the enemy, they will only rush directly after shouting two voices.

Barbarians have always said that you will do what you say, and will not confront or negotiate with you.

And with the onset of winter in the wasteland, most of the tribal barbarians would set up camp closer to the Great Chief Tribe, which would also facilitate supplies and care.

And now the caravan is at least a day and a night away from the Great Chief Tribe, and there should be no large barbarian tribes nearby.

The barbarians in the wasteland rarely leave the camp too far in groups, and before Kordo came, he had also seen the distribution map of the wasteland forces sent by the barbarian chief to privately hand over to the merchant group, and there were no barbarian tribes stationed nearby at all.

Cordo hooked his fingers, and the two attendants beside him took out a set of full-body armor and put it on him.

After putting it on, except for the eyes that appeared in the helmet, Cordo's whole body was tightly protected.

After taking the broadsword, which was ten centimeters wide and one meter six long, Cordo shouted to protect Lord Douglas and supplies, and walked forward with ten guards.

Chu Ci watched the other party walk out of more than a dozen guards, led by a human warrior with a big sword, wearing a set of metal full-body armor that was very eye-catching.

He suddenly remembered the canned beef from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

After observing for a while, Chu Ci found that this full-body armor was really a good thing, although it was inconvenient, but ordinary weapons were willing to cause effective damage.

In this world dominated by cold weapons, this thing is really a good thing to resist hits, and the steel plate body armor is not so thick.

Yan Entropy snapped his fingers: "That suit of armor is surnamed Yan." ”

Ever since he knew that metal in this world was the most valuable and could be exchanged for a lot of food, Yan Entropy had been regretting all the time that he didn't pick up equipment when he killed the three human warriors.

Chu Ci was thinking about something else.

The bulky armor will inevitably cause inconvenience, but that weight will not affect the powerful barbarian warriors at all, if the warriors of the wolftooth tribe wear a set of such armor, they will be a mobile bunker in a large-scale battle, and they will definitely be invincible in the face of gods.

Chu Ci glanced at the wolftooth clan behind him, and then at Kordo, feeling that he was thinking too much.

If Cordo wears size XL, then the Barbarian Warrior needs at least size XXXXL

Cordo led the guards and walked ten meters away from Chu Ci before stopping.

Although he was prepared in his heart, seeing is believing, and when he saw with his own eyes that there were a lot of barbarians standing in front of him, he began to beat drums in his heart, and his hands subconsciously clenched the broadsword.

Yan Entropy said happily: "This sword is also surnamed Yan." ”

Cordo stubbornly asked, "Brave barbarian warriors in the Great Wasteland, why are you blocking the way?"

Old George had already handed over the command of this "robbery" operation to Chu Ci, in his words, he and Da Bell and the other clansmen were only responsible for doing it, and the work of using their mouths and brains was handed over to Chu Ci.

If it weren't for this, the fierce and warlike tribal warriors would have swarmed up long ago, and in their cognition, if they could do it, try not to communicate, otherwise it would be too much waste of time and not many brain cells.

And at this time, the tribal warriors standing behind Chu Ci, many of them had puzzled faces written on their faces, since before leaving, they determined that the goal was to rob the human race, so what else is the ink, just go up and do them directly, they are all hungry.

But they are still organized and disciplined.

"Who are you?" Chu Ci touched the stubble on his chin and shouted, "Despicable human, report your name!"

After saying the word "human", Chu Ci also felt funny.

It's a coincidence, the earth is called human, and here it is also called human.

"I'm the Knight Captain of the Third Merchant Order under the name of Lord Count Celt, the Great Swordsman Kordo Mazefak, who are you?" Kordo looked at Chu Ci, who was obviously a head shorter than the other barbarians, and his head was full of question marks.

"I am the close-fitting little cotton of the most noble chief in the Great Wilderness... Chief of the personal guard, Amad Quercre!"

Cordo breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be the person of the Great Chief, as long as it was not an eyeless barbarian tribe, after all, the Great Chief privately did not receive the benefits of the Earl.

"Master of the guard, I don't know why you led so many barbarian warriors to stop us, please explain your intentions. ”

", what do you mean?" Chu Ci, who showed a splashy image for a moment, scolded: "TMD, there is less filial piety, the big chief said, from now on, your caravan will have to pay tolls, and if you don't pay tolls, you will be!"

"Less filial piety?" said Cordo, with a bewildered face.

He was just a small captain of the guard under the Earl, and he didn't know the details of the dirty work between the upper echelons, he was only responsible for guarding the caravan, and nothing else.

"You don't play stupid with Lao Tzu. Chu Ci's foaming star sprayed Cordo in the face: "How much do you make by traveling back and forth in your caravan, are you fooling us barbarians who don't know how to count, and don't talk about damn nonsense, so I asked you if you pay the toll, and if you don't pay it." ”

Cordo looked at Chu Ci, who looked like a scoundrel, and said with some hesitation: "Why don't you let us go back first, and wait until we return to Celt to report to the Earl, and see if there is any misunderstanding with your big chief?"

"Isn't it that we have a low IQ?" Chu Ci viciously threatened: "Lao Tzu's fists don't recognize any earls, we only listen to the big chief." ”

Yan Entropy on the side rolled his eyes.

He finally knew what Chu Ci had in mind.

He had never seen a more disgusting-stirring stick than Chu Ci.

Rob people's homes, rob people's houses, and deduct black cauldrons from the big chieftain tribe.

Fifth, call it a day and go to bed.