If the Ogre tribe really exists, then it must have migrated recently!

Humans will not allow large populations of highly threatening wild creatures in their territory, let alone near roads, where a certain number of wolves are already at the limit of what they can hunt and clean.

Unless humans are scared and take the initiative to avoid this area, clear out wild creatures in other areas, and then open another road.

The lords of the Ferreton Golden Lane Empire have such a duty - to expel and clean up dangerous creatures in their territory, and protect the peace of the inhabitants of the territory.

Under the regular cleaning of the lords, most of the wild creatures near the main road are not gathered, because the large groups that originally occupied the area near the road have all been cleared by them from generation to generation, and this is how the original pioneers bloody opened the road in the wilderness.

Creatures in the wild will remember a lesson, even if they migrate, they will avoid key points of the road, it is a lesson soaked in blood!

It stands to reason that an ogre tribe will not migrate at will, they have already occupied a piece of land as their own tribal territory, and have multiplied in it for a long time, and they are already the overlords of a region.

Such a hegemon-level existence, not the entire tribe is facing the existential crisis of extinction of the entire tribe if it does not leave, it will never abandon the place where its ancestors sleep, give up the land where they have lived for many years, and leave their hometown and migrate!

Not to mention migrating to human territory and fighting with humans for control of the land!

But the facts are in front of us, and I can't help but Mr. Green and Mr. Lindemann don't believe it!

Just thinking about the horror of the ogre tribe, they couldn't help but turn pale, an enemy of this level is not at all something that a caravan can defend against, and usually only a regular legion can fight against it!

When Mr. Lindemann's subordinates reached the caravan, the resting people quickly packed up their things, and left without even bothering to take some rough benzene with them.

The only thing the caravan can do in the face of the Ogre Horde, a possible terrifying enemy, is to leave before it is discovered by the Ogre Tribe and send enough men, just to be able to leave the Ogre Horde's territory in time.

At most, the caravan could bring the news to the city of Aemon that held the Angolo Grand Canyon, and then let the city of Aemon send a legion to expel the ogre tribe.

At this time, it is only in the afternoon, and if you don't stop on the road until midnight, it will take nearly ten hours, which means that everyone must bring dry food, and you may suffer losses after exhaustion!

Because most of the time the caravan rests for a while after walking for a while, if it keeps walking, the oxen and horses pulling the carts and the camels and beasts carrying the goods will not be able to stand it!

This leads to excessive consumption of animal power, and cows, horses, and camels may die of exhaustion from exhaustion, so the order to walk without rest is given only in very special circumstances.

But apparently this is the very special situation at this time!

In the midst of the trepidation, a plausible situation was soon fed back by the caravan guards scattered around to scout - they had found fresh footprints of ogres!

"The ogre's footprints were found, according to the mulled wine, the traces are very fresh, it should have been half an hour ago, and then we must be ready to encounter each other at any time......"

Riding along the edge of the caravan, Green was silently thinking in his mind about what Sweet Wine had said to him a few minutes ago, and after thinking about it for a while, he shouted to the members of the caravan who were faintly stirring, "Don't panic!"

"The most people who appear around us are the sentinels of the ogre tribe!"

"It's not a horde of ogres!"

"They don't dare come up and attack us!"

"The fact that they don't dare to show up now is the best proof of that!"

“......”

Listening to Green's reasonable analysis, many of the caravan members who were nervous breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Green's words full of a sense of crisis made them all excited.

"But if we don't travel fast enough!"

"By the time the ogre sentinels get the word back to the tribe and they send enough men to come, we may not be able to escape any of them!"

“......”

Deathly silence.

For a moment, only the slight rapid panting of cows, horses, and camels, and the small sound of various goods rubbing against each other due to the jolting of the carriage were transmitted in the air.

Then, Mr. Lindemann's voice suddenly came from a carriage in the center of the caravan: "Everyone, throw away a third of the cargo at once!"

"Then the itinerary remains the same, go until midnight and then rest!"

"If anyone doesn't want to, they can leave the caravan on their own!"

"Otherwise!"

"Just do as I say!"

After Mr. Lindemann's voice fell, his man climbed to the top of the cart without the slightest hesitation, picked up the top wooden box and threw it out!

Bang Bang Bang!

The solid planks that make up the crate have retained their integrity even after the crate flies straight down and hits the hard gravel on the side of the road, but there are faint cracks.

However, after the entire wooden box rolled several times due to inertia, and then hit a tree, it still broke very unwillingly, and then the entire wooden box shattered.

Suddenly the wooden box that burst into a pile of wood chips threw out a large black beans, and suddenly a very special smell filled the air, like a spicy smell, but with a slight fruity aroma.

I don't know what it is, but it's obviously worth a lot!

And Mr. Lindemann's buddy did not change his face, and without looking at it, he continued to lift the other wooden box under his feet and threw it!

The veil covering the carriage in which Mr. Lindemann was riding was also a little unfurled, and he was supervising the abandonment of the goods!

The audacity of Mr. Lindemann in giving such a resolute and decisive order simply astonished everyone, knowing that they had received a lot of goods and made considerable profits because of the sale of goods by a large number of merchant ships!

If you abandon one-third of the goods, then counting the expenses and losses, the income of this trip will be at least half gone!

Suddenly, many ordinary merchants in the caravan became a little hesitant.

But Mr. Lindemann did not say a word, nor did the caravan stop, and his men resolutely complied with their master's orders, and threw a third of the goods out of the wagon.

In the end, in the balance of life and money, the balance in everyone's hearts was undoubtedly in favor of life, and the caravan, which had abandoned a third of its goods, seemed much lighter.

At least, the cows, horses, and camels were a little lighter.

But even in such an acceleration, what you have to face is ultimately ......

"Ogre! It's an ogre!"

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