Today is the day when Ruya prepares to go to the bazaar again, compared to the last time, this time the team of the Blackstone tribe is not the same in terms of number and strength. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two brand-new motorcycles were at the front of the whole team, Lu Ya rode one alone, Xiong Da and Xiong Er rode one, and behind the motorcycle were 10 well-equipped clansmen, and they were a full 10 wrestler-level clansmen.

Five of them carried a stick wrapped in strips of cloth inside an AK47 rifle. The other five wore a simple leather holster pinned to their waists, each with a revolver in it. The 10 men were also wearing silk or steel body armor, and each of them carried a fine iron spear.

The 10 wrestlers stood motionless together, each with this indescribable spirit on their faces, and the unique aura of wrestlers was released unexpectedly, making the slaves who were pulling the carts behind tremble.

Most of the carts were empty, only two of them had something on them, and one had a few wooden boxes with pieces of fragrant soap wrapped in oilcloth.

On the other cart were hundreds of spearheads tied together, of course, much worse than the spears carried by the ten clansmen.

These spearheads are just molten iron that has been refined by two blast furnace refurnaces, and they have not been poured directly into the converter at all, let alone repeatedly beaten, but even so, they are much better than the spearhead that Ruya showed to House last time.

Having learned the lesson of the last time, this time Ruya left both Berry and Bald Qiang in the tribe to prevent any further accidents, believing that with a full 10 wrestlers and 10 long and short spears, he could save his life even if he was attacked by a whole small tribe, and there were actually no other tribes along the way.

After saying goodbye to everyone who saw them off one by one, with Lu Ya's shout, the team finally began to move slowly・・・・・・

Because of the improvement of the overall strength of the team, the speed of the team has also increased a lot, and at noon on the second day after departure, Lu Ya and his party arrived at the scope of the market.

Winter is getting closer and closer, and there are a lot more trading teams and vehicles transporting goods on the dirt road to the market than last time, although the tribal market is small, but it is indeed the only one that can be safely traded by dozens of large and small tribes within hundreds of miles far and near, so when it comes to this kind of trading season, you can see the introduction of the trading team on the road from morning to night. However, among these large and small teams, Ruya's team has clearly become the most conspicuous presence.

Since the morning, Lu Ya and the others have seen several teams one after another, from the warm conversation at the beginning, to the current barely coping, Lu Ya felt that the muscles on his face were almost stiff with laughter.

But even so, Ruya's little vanity swelled greatly as he listened to the envious, surprised, or fearful exchanges of other tribes along the way・・・・・・

"Hey work, the team in front, which big tribe is from, and those pulling the cart behind are slaves, chirp~ It's really majestic" Behind the convoy where Lu Ya was, the teams of the two small tribes came together and whispered to each other.

"Void~ Be quiet, don't you see that the 10 people walking in front of you are all warriors at the level of wrestlers, don't upset them, we can't afford to mess with these big tribes" A sturdy orc hurriedly pulled the person who was questioning, with a cautious look, and then the two lowered their heads and whispered

"You see?"

"Why, you noticed it too"

At this moment, another team came from the side, and a fat orc interjected, "Notice what? Let me tell you, they are not a team of a big tribe, but a small tribe like us."

"What? how is that possible" The two orcs kept glancing at him with the look of you lying.

"What's the good of me lying to you, hum~ They led the way to the little guy sitting in that strange car at the front, a half-blood, I saw him in the bazaar last time" The man turned his head and walked forward after speaking, obviously although he looked quite fat, but his qi was very small.

"Hey~ Hey, this brother, don't be angry, aren't we not clear about the situation, if you suddenly encounter such a situation, isn't it the same misunderstanding, come and eat a green papaya that is a specialty of our tribe, dissipate your anger, but it's sweet" The tall orc on the side hurriedly took out a fruit from the back basket behind him that was ready to be traded, rubbed it on the black linen coat, and stuffed it into the hand of the fat man who was still a little unhappy with an apologetic face.

"Ahem~ Well, how embarrassing is this, hey~ It's really sweet" As soon as the obese orc saw that there was something to eat for nothing, he immediately put on a smiling face, and took a hard bite of the fruit in his hand, the juice splashed, and the food was extremely sweet.

"Hehe, my name is Kerry, and I am the trading captain of the Falling Stone Tribe in the north, you can just call me Fat Kerry, hehe, brother, your fruit is good, how can you sell it, if it is cheap, I will bring some back to the tribe, let those little cubs taste it, I tell you, the little cubs of my tribe are all skinned, every time I come..."

"Hehe, it's very cheap, three copper coins each, Brother Kerry, don't worry about the fruit, you can talk about it first, the matter of the tribe in front" The tall orc leader saw that if he didn't stop this guy again, he was about to be pulled to the edge of the sky, so he quickly interjected.

"Why, brother, you are in a hurry, what is the matter, the tribe of the team in front is called the Blackstone Tribe, just west of the bazaar, a day or two away, the reason why I know that they have to talk about old Henry first, hey~ Old Henry, you know, that's a profiteer, I want to ・・・・・・・ at the beginning" Kerry began to ramble again for a few minutes before he finished talking about Ruya's last time in the tribe, glancing at the tall orc's back basket and swallowing his spit, but he was enjoying it, and the others didn't want to listen to this nonsense.

"You haven't said how they have such strong strength, our small tribe doesn't have the strength to send ten wrestlers to pull goods casually," an orc next to him couldn't help but interject and said, and the others also echoed after hearing this, and there were no less than ten people around for a while, and for a while, Fat Kerry became the focus of attention.

Fat Kerry saw that the people around him were gathering more and more, and he couldn't help but sweat on his head, how did he know how Lu Ya and they could have such strong strength, he usually chattered a little, and he liked to chatter non-stop when he saw people.

The last time Old Henry framed Ruya and them, he really watched, but at that time, this Blackstone tribe was all ordinary people except for a trainee wrestler.

Otherwise, with their current strength, Old Henry estimated that even if he was really robbed, he would definitely not even dare to let out a fart at that time, and at most he would go to someone to cry afterwards.

Although these people were gathered together, they did not stop moving forward, and Fat Kerry, who was scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry, suddenly twitched his nose, and his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something, and then he raised his hand slightly and coughed and said.

"I remember that there was something called soap in the last bazaar, and it is said that that kind of soap can not only easily wash away those stubborn oil stains and dirt, but also make the body smell very fragrant when you use it to bathe, but that kind of soap is not cheap, half a palm is the size of a hand, and it costs dozens of silver coins, but it is not something that a small tribe like us can afford to use casually" Fat Cree paused, and after feeling everyone's eager gaze, he continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, that kind of soap is a specialty of the Blackstone tribe, just now I smelled that special fragrance in their car, suck~~ If that's the case, does it make sense to spend money to hire some wrestlers to press the goods" After Fat Kerry finished speaking, he took a deep breath with an intoxicated face, and made up a self-satisfied answer to the origin of those wrestlers.

"What else?"

"Yes, there's more."

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"What else?" asked Fat Kerry, a little confused.

"Who asked you what kind of soap, we asked about the cart of iron," one finally couldn't help it, and interjected on the side.

"Ah, what iron," Fat Kerry looked at the man with a blank expression.

"Spearhead! The one in the car between them is the same as the spearhead, it turns out that you don't know it for a long time, you have blinded me for a fruit, and let so many people listen to you for a long time" The tall leader gave Fat Kerry a big roll of his eyes, turned his head and walked away.

"Uh, it's still a first-class spearhead, what are you kidding, how can that kind of thing be easily taken out and sold, and a cart, you're all crazy~ uh... It's true" Fat Kerry said as he approached the convoy of the Blackstone tribe, and when he saw a cart full of spearheads pushed by a few slaves, he stood there stunned and couldn't say a word.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to him, let's follow, and when the time comes, let's see if it's suitable, try to buy as many back to the tribe as possible, I haven't seen such a high-quality iron tool for a long time" After a few people finished speaking, they quickly followed the convoy of the Blackstone Tribe.

"Hey~ Together, together, hehe, I won't tell you, our tribe hasn't changed weapons for a long time, and the spearhead has been ground to the point that there is only so much left, and we are still persisting, and we don't dare to use force. The man next to him stretched out his hand and gestured a palm-length distance, and said with a sad face.

"Yes, now those big tribes have restricted those iron tools that can be handled, small markets like ours, there is no iron that can be used, those bronze weapons are brittle if they are made a little bigger, and the hunting teams don't dare to provoke those slightly larger beasts, these days are getting more and more sad."

"Who's to say it's not..."

In this way, a large and small group of people all followed behind the team of the Blackstone tribe, and there was a tendency to gather more and more, and a large area of black pressure walked towards the gate of the market・・・・・・