There was something strange about the atmosphere at the head of the village.

Lawrence, who had a keen sense, noticed that the people in the caravan on the other side did not look like ordinary people.

These people were wearing heavy leather armor and clothes, and they could still smell the stench of not taking off their clothes for a long time.

Lawrence was pretty sure that these people had at least three days in a row, without undressing and going to bed!

This seems normal, but it is not normal with other behaviors.

These unfriendly-looking men and women were staring at them all the time, and some of them had their fingers clenching on the weapons they were holding, showing a sabre-rattling aura that would be ready to move at any moment.

Lawrence quietly took a step back, "There are enough of these goods, and I like the whale oil and wheat you have sent." ”

Lawrence turned to the group, "Show them our stuff." ”

Uribe also chose to give up temporarily under Delen's gaze, and smiled: "It is very important for us to be able to trade normally, we need your playing cards and Ao Runzhi powder very much. ”

Lawrence didn't want a fight, and it would be best if he could trade peacefully.

"Me too, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy."

Lawrence unleashed his kindness, and the caravan in front of him was clearly led by this woman.

Usually this kind of woman will be very powerful, but seeing that she can also negotiate with him normally, Lawrence feels that there is a great possibility of cooperation between the two parties.

In order to win this partner, Lawrence took the initiative to say: "Our playing cards are very cheap, and you are welcome to come and trade at any time. ”

"If you can bring more furs, I can sell you more of the powder, and I can give you ten cans instead of the two now."

More fur is needed for winter, it is simply impossible to count on sheepskins, and now there are too many of them, and more than a hundred people need at least a hundred blankets.

A blanket requires at least two furs, sometimes more.

Linen and feather hay are just substitutes, while fur is a must.

Not only the hides needed for bedding, but also thick hides and clothes for working in winter, and the fact that there are many fragile children born nowadays makes the demand for fur very large.

More than thirty children were born this year, and Lawrence had to think more about them.

Lawrence wanted the caravan to bring furs, not just this caravan, but the rest of the caravans as well.

Exchange orange peels, playing cards, or more for more hides.

Ulribé sensed Lawrence's kindness and smiled, "Of course, we don't lack this there, next time I'll bring more furs." ”

Lawrence smiled with relief, "As a thank you for your kindness, I have decided to kill a sheep to entertain you and invite you to taste our food here!" Lamb potato flour! ”

Uribe licked his mouth and said, "I've already eaten, and now I don't want to eat, I just want to do something more intense." ”

Lawrence looked at Uribe in surprise, "What's more intense?" ”

Uribe and the men and women around him smiled.

Their presumptuous expressions made Lawrence feel as if he didn't understand their business.

But doesn't feel like a bad thing?

Uribe laughed: "I have always been looking for a man who can conquer me, and it is not easy to be the leader of a caravan, so when I meet men stronger than me outside, I want to compete with them." ”

"Mighty Prophet, can you take on me?"

The female warrior beside Uribe shouted, "If you can crush the leader to the ground, then you can pull out her clothes and let her bear you a baby!" ”

Whether it was Uribe or the men and women around him, they all looked at Lawrence with a smile.

Lawrence thought it might be a barbarian custom, remembering that the Vakiri had a similar tradition.

"I'm not good at fighting." Lawrence said honestly, "I'm a prophet here, and I need to be calm at all times. ”

Uribe took off the axe on his back and threw it into the distance, looking at Lawrence with a smile, "Come on, don't you even have the courage to fight a woman without a weapon or a shield?" Soft eggs! ”

The female warriors near Uribe all looked at Lawrence with a look of contempt in their eyes.

"Coward!" The female warriors scolded Lawrence with emotion.

"Come on! Coward! ”

"Coward!"

"Eggless boy!"

The men laughed and laughed together.

"Hit! Beat! Fight! ”

Lawrence squinted, always feeling that something was wrong.

Freesson looked at Lawrence with a smile, "Lawrence, you go up and fight her and press her to the ground!" ”

Uribe raised his hand and said to his subordinates behind him, "Stand back and get out of the way!" ”

Soon the surrounding people retreated a few meters, giving way to a large clearing area.

Uribe had no other weapons on his body, even his legs and arms were bare, and he was wearing normal hardwood leather armor.

Lawrence would love to throw in the towel, but there was no such option right now, so he had to go up and compete.

After feeling like it was just a normal competition, Lawrence thought about the future and the importance of maintaining cooperation with this large caravan, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll accept your challenge."

Even if you lose, you have to lose with backbone.

After being mentally prepared for the beating, Lawrence also hoped that he had a slight chance of winning.

Delenn and Saliel are both Wonder Witches outside the norm, Lawrence feels that he can lift more than a hundred pounds of stone grinding, and he usually insists on exercising every day, even if it is a hundred or sixty or seventy pounds of Kharan, he can carry it, in fact, it should not be weak.

Hold on for at least a few rounds and then throw in the towel.

The two sides quickly got closer, and after getting each other ready, Uribe gave Lawrence a punch straight away.

Lawrence's eyes were quick, and he raised his hand and grabbed Uribe's fist, and slammed his kick into Uribe's stomach.

The knee hit Uribe's stomach, but Uribe had already held his breath, and his originally weak abdominal muscles tightened in advance, easily resisting Lawrence's knee impact.

Uribe's outstretched right fist was blocked, and his left fist was thrown back, striking his raised elbow directly on Lawrence's chin.

Lawrence, who gritted his teeth in advance, didn't bite his tongue, but his head was still dizzy, and his body staggered back two or three steps.

Uribe showed an excited expression, quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lawrence's collar, then grabbed the other party's body and crashed into himself, slamming Lawrence's head with his sturdy head!

Lawrence was completely unable to adapt to this savage battle, and hurriedly grabbed the opponent's forehead with both hands, trying not to collide with the opponent's head.

"Die!" Uribe smiled fiercely and cruelly, and raised his foot to shoot Lawrence under the crotch.

Lawrence lifted his leg to protect his vital point, gritted his teeth and slapped the woman in the face.

Syllable!

Uribe's hands gripped Lawrence's throat tightly, and even after being slapped by Lawrence, he didn't let go, and the fierce and cruel killing intent in his eyes and face could no longer be hidden.

"Die!"

Lawrence was grabbed by the throat and couldn't do it if he wanted to shout loudly, and at this time, Uribe tripped Lawrence's leg and pressed Lawrence to the ground!

Lawrence struggled to adjust his posture from backwards to sideways.

Under Uribe's strong hostage, the two sides quickly fell to the ground, and Uribe sat on Lawrence's body, using his weight and the strength of his hands to hold Lawrence's neck tightly and press down.

Lawrence's hands grabbed Uribe's hands, and with all his strength he tried to move hers.

The body became more and more uncomfortable, the strength of the whole body became smaller and smaller, and the head was red because of the accumulation of a large amount of blood.

At the last moment, Lawrence spat sharply into Uribe's eyes with his mouth and the last of his strength.

Uribe felt something flying towards him, and instinctively tried to block it with both hands.

Lawrence quickly pulled out the dagger hidden at his waist and stabbed Uribe in the throat.

At the last moment, Uribe's hands were still tightly gripping Lawrence's neck, trying to strangle him.

But Lawrence's raised arm had already stabbed a dagger into her throat.

Like a ruptured water pipe, Lawrence's body was soon stained with a large amount of blood.

Lawrence got up and pushed the dead woman away, trying to stand up and look at the men and women in disbelief.

"Kill them!"

Then came the battle between the barbarians, with Delenn and Saril quickly picking up axes and rushing out, while the raiders rushed up with shields and iron knives.

Lawrence's men soon joined the fray, as did the Burisians such as Friesn.

By the time reinforcements from the village came out, Saril and Delen had already eliminated most of the Vakiri.

The female warrior roared at Lawrence, "The Count will not let you go!" You killed the Count's daughter! All the Vakiri will kill you! ”

Lawrence lifted the axe he had picked up on the ground and walked over to the Vakiri warrior whose hands were clutched.

"That's why there are so few talents in Vakiri, and there will be fewer and fewer of them."

After the battle, Lawrence found that the battle was a loss, not only did five people die, but Sariel's back was also slashed by someone, but fortunately she was wearing pigskin armor, leaving only a knife mark on her back.

Friesn and a few Bhumithes were also wounded, and the Vakiri were much more powerful than the average bandit, and seemed to be less afraid of death.

The Count had many more and more elite Wakiri under his command, and there were probably a few fierce men like Redbeard.

As soon as he thought of this, Lawrence felt that this battle was even more lost.

"Can't you do business well? Why do you have to fight? Lawrence stomped on Uribe's head, more irritated than ever.

Obviously, I was able to exchange orange peel and wood for something, but I paid more lives and got into trouble.

Lawrence sighed.

Friesen came up and said, "Mr. Lawrence, please let our family go to live in the mountains, I don't want to be killed by the Vakiri." ”

After killing the Count's daughter and men, the Pumixiu people under the mountain no longer had a foothold.

If you don't take refuge in the mountains at this time, you may die at some point.

Lawrence nodded, "Okay, pack up and go to the mountains to live, just leave a few people here to entertain the caravan." ”

trouble, so that everyone becomes more united.

Whether it was Friesen or the blacksmith in the village, there was no more luck in front of the Vakiri people at this time.

The clothes of the Wakiri were taken off and collected together for use as winter clothing, while the corpses were buried in the ground to nourish the earth.

Lawrence had three more wild boars to mount, a dozen sheep, and three long-haired oxen pulling carts.

(End of chapter)