In July, on the road of the northwestern province of Munster, a group of four knights marched on war horses.

"Bender, you didn't say you were going to talk to Litt Prairie. Locke, who was at the forefront of the four, said weakly.

"If you want to get such a thing as blood essence, don't think about it in the empire. Bender didn't pay any attention to Locke's complaints.

"Yes, it's time for a holiday. Raphael on the side said.

"Just to see the scenery of the Litt savannah. "This is Gauss.

Originally, there were only two people who planned to get blood essence, Locke and Bend, but when the two made an appointment to meet, they met Raphael and Gauss one after another on the road.

Raphael and Gauss, the two rich children, did not join them for the sake of blood essence at all, just like the trial missions they participated in before, purely to relieve boredom.

The four of them developed a good friendship during their months in the kingdom of Ostale, so after meeting halfway, they decided to go to the steppe with Lit.

Located outside the northwestern frontier of the Omoor Empire, the Grass Prairie was originally a barren land, but since what era, a group of nomads began to settle there, and after captivity and cultivation, it gradually developed into a prairie.

At present, in the steppes of Lit, except for two or three nomadic kings, the vast majority of the area is dominated by countless barbarian tribes.

The destination of their trip was a certain barbarian tribe in the Litt prairie that had some friendship with Bend's family.

"Are you really sure that barbarian tribe has blood spirits?" it was Raphael who spoke, he was the best of the four, and the treasure of blood spirits was dispensable to him, but if he could get it, it would be a good thing.

No one is disgusted with money.

"Well, my father is the lifesaver of Chief Sapele, and a little blood essence can still be traded. Bender laughed.

Raphael nodded, it is true that there are some powerful tribes in the Litt steppe that will raise giant beasts, and the blood essence is produced by these giant beasts.

"Do you want to call some guards to accompany you?" asked Gauss, whose home was in a certain province in the northwest of the Omoor Empire, and it was easy to pull two or three hundred guards at the sound of an order.

"Forget it, it's not good to arouse suspicion. Locke said that although he didn't know what the relationship between the Bend family and the barbarian tribe was, taking the soldiers with them would definitely cause the leader of that tribe to be jealous, especially if the tribe was not big.

The four knights are all mid-level squires, and they are not weak in combat when they go out, so if they just go to trade with a certain tribe on the Litt steppe, the danger will not be very great.

A group of four people passed through the Northwest Gobi and walked out of the imperial border military station, and an emerald green prairie appeared in their sight.

"Ho, it's prettier than those grasslands in the Empire. Raphael exclaimed, he had traveled a lot, but it was the first time he had come to the Litt Prairie, which was the main reason why he joined the team that went to trade blood essence.

"Go, Sheikh Sapele and their tribe, two weeks from the border of the steppes!" said Bend, with a crude map in his hand, and rode to the front.

Two days later, dozens of yurts appeared on either side of an emerald green river valley.

This kind of life pattern of the grassland people, Locke has seen a lot in the past half a month, but as soon as this tribe approached, Locke looked at the giant shadow by the river, dumbfounded.

"That's?" Locke pointed to the strange creature that looked like a deer, a deer and a deer, huge in size, and had a single horn.

The yurt of seven or eight meters is only up to the neck of the giant beast, and in terms of body length, this giant beast is probably close to ten meters.

This is the existence that Locke has seen so far in physique second only to the two-level demonic beast scorpion dragon in the Murphy Forest.

"Troumon, haven't seen it!" Bender grinned and patted Locke's shoulder, he was pleased with Locke's expression, the same as the reaction he had when he first saw Troumon.

Raphael and Gauss were also amazed, Trumon was a high-level magical beast that they had only seen in the library of the Imperial Academy, and this was the first time they had faced it in person.

In the afternoon, four knights from the O'Moore Empire were warmly welcomed by the people of this tribe, and Bend must have been there several times before, and these barbarians were no strangers to him, and welcomed Bend's arrival with their special courtesy.

When the chief of the tribe appeared, this strong man who was close to two meters and five meters tall surprised Locke again, this is estimated to be the strongest man Locke has ever seen, and there is no one.

The arm alone is already about to catch up with the thickness of the thigh, and the whole is a humanoid demonic beast.

The Shapeli chieftain's personality, like his appearance, was rugged to the extreme.

"As a thank you for coming, our tribe is hosting a bonfire tonight!" Chief Sabrile said to Bend with a smile.

Prairie languages always have a twist of severe dialects, and Locke has experienced it these days, but fortunately, Chief Sabrile has a loud voice, and Locke is not worried about not understanding what it means, and he feels that Bend seems to be important to Chief Sabriel's tribe.

Before the bonfire began, Locke took an opportunity to call Bend out alone and ask.

"Oh, Chief Sabrie's tribe has been through three wars last year, and they desperately need new supplies to pacify their people and deter other tribes, this time I'm representing our family, trading with Chief Sabrie's tribe!" Bend said directly.

"Did you bring Kim Moore that I asked you to bring?" Bend asked.

Locke then remembered that Bender had told him to bring enough money.

"There are quite a few. Locke hesitated for a moment and agreed, his money is actually not much, but there are many things in the space ring that are quite valuable, whether it is the fur and blood of the monster, or some potions, or the disposable magic props purchased from Bili's family, I believe that they are quite popular in this tribe.

"Then don't worry, I'll definitely give you a satisfactory number of blood essences!" Bender smirked at Locke.

"Now our top priority is to enjoy tonight's ball!" He had been to Sheikh's tribe many times before, and the exotic evening party had always fascinated him, the knight of the empire.

The night's bonfire did not disappoint Bender, the guy disappeared as soon as it got dark, and Locke noticed that he had been mingling with two tall female savages until then.

In fact, it is a bit discriminatory to call these steppe people barbarians, because these people are no different except for their height is a little taller than the ordinary people of the Omore Empire and their skin is slightly yellower, and even in Locke's aesthetics, female steppe people are more healthy and beautiful than most Omoor women.

This is probably the main reason why Bender is obsessed with it.

Raphael and Gauss were not much worse than Bend, and perhaps the people of this tribe saw that they had come with Bend, and their attitude was extremely enthusiastic, and three or four prairie women had already thrown themselves into their arms.

These two guys from aristocratic backgrounds did not refuse, and the monkey-anxious Raphael had already made a move against one.

"Hello!" a lame O'Moore Empire greeting appeared in Locke's ear, and Locke turned his head to see a steppe woman who was not much taller than the others standing in front of him.

"Hello!" Locke replied in Imperial Chinese, and he hadn't learned a few of the steppe dialects, so he wouldn't be ugly.

This woman knew a little O'Moore Imperial Chinese, and after a casual conversation, Locke already knew that she was sent by people in the tribe to befriend him, an imperial nobleman, but Locke was not interested in messing around here like Raphael and others.

"Can you tell me about that big guy?" Locke pointed to the giant black shadow in the night.

"Oh, that's the Trumon, the guardian of our Amida's tribe. The woman introduced, her voice was a little more solemn than before, it seemed that the Trumon was really important to their tribe.

"Is it what the blood essence provides?" Locke asked, pointing at the big guy.

What are the four of them doing here, I believe that the people in this tribe know it, so Locke didn't go around the bush and asked directly.

The woman gritted her teeth and said with difficulty, "Yes!"

The producer of blood essence must be a creature with strong qi and blood, Locke in one afternoon, looking at the hundreds of people in this small tribe, those who can reach the level of strong qi and blood, except for the chief of Shapeli, there is only that Tru beast left.

He hadn't heard that people could also produce blood essence, so there was no doubt that it must be a Trumon, but this woman called Trumon a guardian, and Locke was curious.

Because the blood essence contains the blood origin of a creature, the more it is lost, the more the creature is not far from death, under normal circumstances, it is to kill a powerful creature, and then seize the blood essence in its atrium, like this kind of raising, it is really rare.

"Our Trumon is almost on the other side. The woman sighed and said no more.

After staying in the grassland for half a month, Locke knew that the people in this place were accustomed to calling the place where people go after death the other side, so it can be seen that most of the Tru beasts are not good.

Judging from the daytime, although it was far away, Locke didn't find any signs of weakness in the Trumon, if this is the state that is about to reach the other side, then how strong this Trumon must be in its heyday, Locke was speechless.

I don't know if I felt the surprise in Locke's heart, in the dark, the Tru beast lying on the riverside suddenly raised its long neck, and let out a long cry of "Yi Wu~", the sound was so loud that the water in the river also fluctuated.

And these grassland people who were playing around the bonfire also stopped laughing and laughing, and crawled on the ground with reverence on their faces.

The careful Locke found that there seemed to be a tear in the corner of the eye of these steppe people.

Looking thoughtfully at the huge figure not far away, he lowered his head again and curled up in a ball.

It was a long time before the bonfires around the yurts rekindled the laughter.

Locke touched the spatial ring in his hand and had already made a decision. ()

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