As a token of gratitude for the selfless help of Alpine Fort, Anne offered to give back a two-carriage of goods. Richard pretended to excuse himself a few times, but after all, he couldn't resist the other party's sincere enthusiasm and repeated invitations, and reluctantly accepted it.

In front of others, he was embarrassed to ask what he was pretending, and secretly rubbed his fantasy that it was best to be tea cakes, which was a very valuable hard currency in the wilderness.

As a result, when the second general pulled the carriage up the hill and began to unload the goods into the warehouse, he was very surprised to find that it seemed to be a little unexpected.

A dagger pierced a hole in the sack, and what flowed out was the powder, which exuded the simple aroma of white flowers—refined wheat flour. The other car lifted the hood, and it was simply a whole box of black lumps of coal. And judging by the bits and pieces scattered on the other wagons, the whole caravan was carrying both kinds of goods.

Richard touched his chin, a little puzzled.

Due to the huge demand brought by the nobility and natives, the wilderness trade has always been quite prosperous, and the goods that flow into the wilderness in spring and autumn every year are worth at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and when they return, they exchange for a large number of livestock, furs and even magical materials, which is an important trade route for the Pompeii Empire.

But the wilderness trade has always been very fixed, with tea, cotton cloth and even smuggled iron being the most popular and profitable commodities, and it is never known that refined wheat flour and coal are sold.

The wilderness people are not in the habit of eating wheat flour at all, and they can't accept the price of at least one silver coin in a sack. Coal is even less popular, and the most commonly used fuel here is dried animal manure, which is inexhaustible.

Even if wheat flour and coal can barely be sold, the profit will probably be questioned. Woya Trading House must have a lot of experience in trading, so why did you make this choice?

Richard elaborated on these speculations to the barbarians, and the contents of trade and profit made each of them look as painful as a suffocating fish, but he could barely understand that the leader was suspicious of the caravan.

"What then?" Gunther said, holding a pinch of white flour, thinking that he would use this pancake to fry until it was slightly crispy on the edge, it must be fragrant and delicious, and it would be better if he could catch a rabbit and make meat filling.

"Observe and observe. Richard waved his hand, urging the trolls to hurry up and load the goods into the cellar. Whether he's strange or not, it's mine.

"Let's make pies and eat them in the evening, and I've had enough of that black bread like a stone. ”

The barbarians let out a burst of laughter that pierced their eardrums, and expressed their demands for food. At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a sharp and piercing brass whistle at the same time.

"Alert!"

The barbarian on the roof of the building was shouting hoarsely at the top of his voice.

"Heh, it's not a peaceful day!" Richard sneered. First the goblins, then the gnolls, and now I don't know what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have come, and the prosperity and chaos of the wilderness have opened his eyes.

The relaxed smiles on the faces of the barbarians disappeared without a trace in an instant, and they picked up the weapons they had just put down and began to enter a state of imminent battle, and a kind of excitement spread silently among them.

"Follow me!" Richard drew his long sword and waved his arm, leading the barbarians to the outside of the wooden building.

The sentry standing on the high place is using a spear to guide the direction, and the view on the hills at a relatively higher altitude is extremely wide, and looking in the direction pointed by the tip of the spear, you can see a sea of boundless grass rippling blue waves, and there are vague black shadows slowly moving towards the direction of the mountain fort.

Richard squinted and counted, twenty-one.

"Can you see clearly?"

"I can't see it clearly, but it looks like cavalry. Gunther's head shook like a rattle.

There was a small commotion in the caravan camp at the foot of the hills, and they also heard the sentinel's warning, but they could not see where the danger was coming from with poor visibility. A lightly armed guerrilla tried to reconnoiter the mausoleum, but was held down by the barbarians with eyes that were worse than the blades.

Hyenas don't deserve to be with lions, and this group of five big and three rough goods can't afford to look down on these mercenaries from beginning to end!

As time passed, the shadow got closer to the mountain fort, and more details became vivid.

They weren't cavalry, but Gunther was understandably seeing them as cavalry. It has the same limbs and body as a horse, but at the base of its neck it grows the upper body of a human - this is a group of centaurs.

Centaurs are considered to be a strong fighting race, and doctors have found that most of their internal organs are distributed in the horse's body, and the human body is almost entirely composed of musculoskeletal except for the head, so the strength is far greater than that of humans in the same proportion.

Their unique anatomy gives them the impact of cavalry and the agility of infantry, and adult warriors often have good archery skills. This makes the Centaurs' tactical organization extremely flexible, and can be used as a ranger to harass with a bow, and when the time is right, they can also immediately switch to close combat.

In the northwestern part of the Pompeii Empire, the large centaur tribes have been invading even the regular legions for years.

But......

Richard clicked on the melon seeds, and the skin that fell off was swept into the grass with the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Trying to attack Alpine Fort with only twenty-one centaurs is undoubtedly the most outrageous fool's dream. Whoever had such arrogant thoughts, what he got today was only a lesson that he would never forget.

"Throw a spear. ”

Immediately a barbarian sent the spear to his lord, and Richard reached out and shook it twice, and threw it violently in the direction of the centaur.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was at least four hundred paces, and this length even exceeded the effective range of the crossbow defending the city. With Richard's ranged weapon level, if he can hit directly, it's really called seeing the undead.

The spear slashed through an unusually straight arc and slammed into the ground three hundred paces away, splashing a handful of dirt and scattering.

This is called the arrow as a boundary, and it represents a kind of warning,—— once the limit marked by the arrow is crossed, the two sides will no longer have any buffer, and will directly enter a state of all-out war.

The centaurs clearly saw this and understood the implications, but kept going, only at a slower pace.

Richard's eyes narrowed, and his eyeballs slowly turned in the footsteps of the centaur.

As he approached the spear that had landed, the leading centaur suddenly picked up a dusty rag. Then, as if he had been secured by something, he drew his spear and continued to move forward slowly.

"What are they doing?" Lee noticed that it looked like some kind of traditional witchcraft, but even that was not to be underestimated. Although the shamans in the wilderness are very primitive, there is no shortage of strong people who truly grasp the mysteries of elemental power.

This humble cloth may be some kind of witchcraft blessing.

"It looks like a white flag......," Gunther said uncertainly.