As the chief of the guard of the supreme leader of the merchant group, the great swordsman Cologne Cage is constantly waving the leather whip in his hand at this moment, urging the guards to gather the convoy and form a defense.

Duff, who surrounded the water shield on three sides, walked to his Cologne against the wind and sand.

Cologne felt that the other party was really making a fuss, and the weak magicians were indeed all people who were afraid of death.

However, Cologne's face did not show anything, commanding a few guards, and surrounded Duff three times inside and three times outside.

No matter how unhappy he is with the other party, he is also a magician, it is a fragrant bait, a magician standing at a safe distance, it is not unusual to annihilate an infantry team of less than 100 people.

"Chief of the Cologne Guard, have you found out the identity of the other party?" Duff asked leisurely.

Cologne could only barely see that there were quite a few people on the other side, but it was not clear in detail.

"I haven't found out yet, but I've already sent someone to contact me, and we'll know if it's friend or foe in a moment."

Alan led the silent tribal warriors and did not stand still until he was less than fifty meters away from the caravan.

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 merchant group under the name of the prince of the Duchy of Lotral, you are... ”

As the distance between them and the other party got closer and closer, the human warrior finally saw Allen's group clearly, and the words that had not been finished were choked back at once, like ducks being choked by the throat alive.

When the human warrior ran closer, he found that the other party was as strong as a group of black bears walking upright, only wrapped around the animal skin skirt, and his naked upper body exposed his large chest muscles, and his face was painted with various totems, and his arms were thicker than his waist, and they were covered with steely muscles.

The most terrifying thing is that next to this group of strong barbarians, there is also a giant gray lion lying on his stomach, staring at himself with blood-red eyes, constantly yelling at himself, if it weren't for the constant slapping and appeasement of a barbarian, it is estimated that he would have rushed up a long time ago.

The human warrior stood in place as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide, and he stood in place.

Alan looked at the human warrior who had completely frightened him, and he didn't bother to think about it, and shouted, "Go, call your leader over." ”

"Mom!" If the human warrior is amnesty, he will turn around and run away without saying a word.

Cologne watched the samurai who had just been sent out rush back like a ghost, and his face was cloudy.

"Yes, it's a barbarian!" The human warrior who passed the word ran to Cologne's side out of breath: "A group of tall and strong barbarians, huhu, scared me to death, and a giant gray lion. ”

Cologne 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"

It's no wonder that Cologne thinks that some humans who have never seen the world often can't tell the difference between the Bimon orcs and the barbarians, both of whom are equally tall and mighty, and have a terrifying appearance.

"Yes, their faces are painted with totems, they are definitely barbarians, they don't have the characteristic appearance of beasts, and the visibility is too low to see how many people there are."

Duff interrupted: "Impossible, the prince has made a private agreement with the barbarian chieftain, the merchant group can walk freely on this wasteland, the human merchant group has not encountered barbarians for a long time, are you sure they are barbarians?" ”

Du Fu secretly complained in his heart, thinking that it was a fat trip, and it would take less than a month, and he could pocket a thousand gold coins in one trip, and he knew that he would not accept this task if he said anything.

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

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

"Rubbish!" Cologne slapped his mouth and knocked the messenger to the ground.

Compared to most of the other unseen merchant guards, Cologne knew enough about the barbarians.

If it was really a barbarian and wanted to attack the caravan, they would not waste time communicating with the enemy, and they would have taken the caravan by surprise.

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

And with the arrival of the cold winter moon, most of the tribal barbarians will set up camp closer to the Great Chieftain tribe.

The caravan is now at least a day and a night away from the Great Chief Tribe, and there shouldn't be any large barbarian tribes nearby.

And the barbarians will rarely leave the camp too far in groups, before I came, I have also seen the distribution map of the wasteland forces sent by the barbarian chief to privately hand over to the merchant group, and there are no barbarian tribes stationed nearby.

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

After putting it on, except for the eyes exposed in the helmet, Cologne's whole body was tightly protected.

After taking the great sword that was ten centimeters wide and one meter five long, Cologne shouted "Protect Lord Duff and his supplies", and walked forward with twenty guards.

Eren watched as more than twenty warriors walked out of the other side, led by a human warrior with a large sword, wearing a set of metal full-body armor, which was very eye-catching.

He suddenly remembered the canned beef he used to eat in the army.

After observing for a while, Alan realized that this full-body armor was really a good thing, although it was difficult to move, 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 attack.

The bulky plate armor will inevitably cause inconvenience, but that weight will not affect the barbarians with infinite strength at all, if the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe, on the basis of the original semi-petrified skin, and then wear a set of such armor, in a large-scale battle, it is simply a mobile bunker, absolutely a god to kill, invincible.

Alan glanced at the Bloodhoof behind him, and then at Cologne, thinking about it, how much steel does it take?

Cologne led the guards and walked ten meters away from Allen before stopping.

Although he was prepared in his heart, seeing was believing, and when he was sure that there were a lot of barbarians standing in front of him, he couldn't help but be nervous, and his hands couldn't help but hold the big sword tightly.

The accompanying warriors couldn't help but tremble a little when they looked at the giant gray lion with a snort and fierce eyes.

Cologne stubbornly asked, "Barbarian warriors of the Great Wasteland, why are you blocking our way?" ”

Old Zach had already handed over the command of this "robbery" operation to Allen, and in his words, he and Babylon the Great and the rest of the people were only responsible for doing the work, and the work of moving the mouth was handed over to Allen.

The tribal warriors also received instructions from old Zach before leaving, and everything was based on Allen, and they could not act rashly without being instructed.

If it weren't for this, the fierce and warlike tribal warriors would have swarmed up long ago, and in their cognition, they tried not to communicate if they could.

And at this time, the tribal warriors standing behind Allen, many of them had puzzled faces written on their faces, since before leaving, it was determined that the target was to rob humans, so there was no need to talk crookedly, just go up and do them directly, why do you need to talk so much nonsense.

However, they were incomprehensible, and the old chieftain repeatedly told them that they could not disobey.

"Who are you?" Alan touched the stubble on his chin and shouted, "Tell me your name, human!" ”

After saying the word "human", Alan himself found it funny.

"I am the head of the guard of the third merchant group under the name of the Prince of the Duchy of Lotral, the great swordsman Cologne Cage, who are you?" Cologne also looked at the fellow, who was obviously a head shorter than the other barbarians, and looked confused.

"My name is Alan, the chief of the guard of the tallest and most honorable Great Chief in the Great Wasteland."

Cologne's face was a little calm, it turned out to be the person of the big chief, as long as it was not an eyeless barbarian tribe, after all, the big chief privately did not receive the benefits of the prince.

"Respect the Guardian Chief, I don't know what you mean by leading a large number of barbarian warriors to stop us here?"

", what do you mean?" Allen, who showed a splashy image in an instant, scolded: "Fuck, 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 cleaned up." ”

"Less filial piety?" Cologne was stunned, he was just a small captain of the guard under the prince's command, and he didn't know the specific details of the dirty things between the upper echelons, he was only responsible for guarding the caravan, at most he was teaching some blind little thieves, and he didn't know anything else.

"You don't play stupid with Lao Tzu." Allen's spitting star blew Cologne's face downwind: "How much do you make by going back and forth in your caravan?" Fool us barbarians who don't know how to count? Less fucking nonsense, just ask you if you pay the toll? ”

Cologne looked at Allen, who had a pimply on his face, and hesitated a little: "Why don't you let us go back first, and wait until we return to the Duchy of Lotre to report to the Prince, and see if there is any misunderstanding with your big chief?" ”

"Playing with us, we have no culture and no IQ, right?" Alan threatened viciously: "Lao Tzu's fists don't recognize any princes, we only listen to the big chief." ”

Dina, who was ambushed at the back of the convoy, had very sharp ears, and she could hear Allen's shouting from a distance of hundreds of meters, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

If she was next to Allen, she would definitely remind her second young master: Why don't you know Lord Lotter's Prince, not to mention that people have hugged you since childhood, and that is Thackeray's father!