After learning that the giant dragon ruling the central prairie was about to be founded, the caravan launched a frenzy of discussion. Merchants, buddies, mercenaries, and everyone was talking about the Triangle Plain, and the atmosphere was warm.

The same is true for Phelas in the team, listening to the mercenaries bragging while looking forward to the trip to the Triangle Plain.

It seemed that even the horse pulling the cart was infected by everyone's emotions, and the pace of progress became a little lighter.

As we walked, the clouds in the sky gradually became thicker, the sun became more and more dim, and the wind with a hint of coldness wiped out a lot of enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.

Mercenary - Merck looked up at the dark clouds in the air, and couldn't help feeling a little irritated: "Oh! It's so unlucky! It seems that it's going to rain!"

"I hope the rain won't be too heavy," Ferras frowned.

It will cause many inconveniences to pedestrians outside on rainy days. The roads and wet clothes are soaked. If you accidentally catch a cold, it will be even more deadly.

Compared with passengers and mercenaries on the carriage, merchants dislike rainy days because many of the goods on the carriage cannot be wet, such as cloth and silk from the south. If they get moldy in the rain, it will greatly reduce the merchant's income.

However, for rainy days, passengers and caravans are prepared.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

After shouting for a stop to the caravan, the caravan manager waved to the clerk: "You, you, you, you, come here and put all the rain cloth on me."

The experienced businessmen immediately started the action. They skillfully took out the folded rain cloth from under the cart. They spread the rain cloth in groups of two, covered the cart tightly, and fixed the edges with ropes to prevent the rain cloth from being blown away by maples.

On the side, Fellas, who got off the car, smelled a scent of leather. Given that the merchant's family was born, he knew this caravan.

These rain cloths are cowhide soaked with special potions. Several cowhides are sewn together with fine needles and threads, and some neat holes are inserted at the edges. Fixed ropes are put on the holes. A sturdy, durable and not too expensive rain cloth is made.

As a traveler, he was naturally prepared and skillfully took out a raincoat from the dimension bag and put it on.

On the side, the bearded mercenary also took out the raincoat from his backpack and put it on. Seeing Phelas put the dimension bag in his arms, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he looked up to his fellow villager a little.

Even the lowest-level dimensional bag requires one or two hundred gold coins, which is almost the price of half a house in ordinary towns.

Being able to own a dimensional bag and be so young means that Phelas has a superior family background and a superior family background is one aspect. He dares to take out the dimensional bag and use it openly, which is another aspect.

After all, wealth is moving, and it is either stupid or confident in your own strength.

Through the conversation just now, Merck naturally would not regard the young man in front of him as a fool, so there is only another explanation.

Wow!

The caravan tied up the rain cloth for less than half an hour, heavy rain fell from the sky, and the entire grassland was covered by hazy rain.

Given that it was noon, the caravan rushed to the road in the rain and walked forward on the road that had become muddy due to the rain. The wheels were occasionally trapped in mud pits, and the horse could not pull them out, and everyone had to push the cart.

Of course, all this is the caravan's business and has nothing to do with the passenger Phelas.

The heavy rain and mud made everyone's mood less beautiful, and everyone was rushing silently in the heavy rain.

Until evening, the heavy rain finally stopped, and the clouds dissipated and exposed the setting sun.

The fragrance of the soil after the rain drilled straight into his nostrils. Phelas raised his hand to look at the setting sun. The sun shone on the grassland after the rain, and the raindrops on the grass were shining with a glimmer of light. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful~."

Not far away, the caravan manager also looked at the setting sun in the sky, but he was completely different from the passengers and felt a little annoyed.

Because the heavy rain just now caused inconvenience to camping, the grass after the rain was wet and uncomfortable.

But no matter what, after a day of travel, all living things, including people and horses, were very tired, and it was dangerous to walk on the grassland during darkness, so camping was necessary at this time.

“Camp and cook.”

With the order of the manager, the caravans who had been looking forward to it for a long time immediately became busy and found a flat open space beside the road, untied the rope connecting the horses and the chariots, and surrounded the chariots full of goods into a large circle, and everyone started to make fires in the circle to cook.

This is a common defense method for grassland merchants. When camping at night, put the cart in a circle, and people and horses stay in the circle. This can effectively prevent night attacks by grassland predators, and also facilitate everyone to react quickly. Relying on the cart to counterattack the attacking robbers.

Tents were set up one by one, and the fire was also set off. Everyone surrounded the fire and ate the dry food they carried with them. They prepared to eat noodles and jerky with sufficient funds.

Although the dry noodles and jerky meat are not as delicious as the hot rice in the town, they taste particularly fragrant after a day's journey.

Phelas followed Merck and the mercenaries, ate and chatted around the fire, drank and toasted, talking and laughing.

When a group of men gather together, they inevitably bring the topic to women, brag, tell dirty jokes, and burst into laughter from time to time.

In a joyful atmosphere, everyone ended the day's dinner and went to bed early.

Of course, overnight vigils are absolutely inevitable on the grassland, but this is the business of the mercenaries responsible for safety.

Passenger - Phelas lying down in the tent, without taking off his clothes, bows, arrows, quiveres, long swords and other weapons were placed beside his pillow, and he closed his eyes.

The night on the grassland is very quiet, with only the low chat sounds of night watchmen.

Suddenly, Phelas, whose ears were sleeping on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, bounced from the tent, picked up the bow and arrow and sword on the ground, opened the tent door and looked east.

He heard the movement from the east from the surface!

Two seconds slower than Phelas, the mercenary leader also walked out of the tent. He was also well-dressed and fully armed.

Seeing Phelas faster than him, the mercenary leader was slightly stunned, then nodded, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Captain Mofu, can you tell what the sound is?"

Mercenary leader - Mofu stared at the darkness of the east, his tone was full of solemnity: "Centaurs may also be the wrath of horses on the grassland, but I hope it is the latter."

Phelas's face was as deep as water, and the mercenary leader's words were more self-comfortable, because the herd of horses on the grassland would not run on a large scale at night, so the visitor was most likely the famous grassland robbers - the centaur tribe.

It's really unlucky, I didn't expect that such a thing would make me bump into it!

He couldn't help feeling a little depressed. After years of attack by Sanlong, the number of centaur bandits on the prairie decreased sharply compared to before, and the probability of centaur attacking the caravan was not as high as that of wild beasts.

No matter what, if you bump into it, you will bump into it.

At this time, the mercenary watching by the fire had not yet understood what was going on. When he saw the leader suddenly running out of the tent, he came over to ask.

"Chief, why are you..."

"Call everyone up," Moemo growled.

"Yes!" Seeing the leader's solemn expression, the mercenary suddenly realized that something bad was about to happen.

He quickly called everyone up. After a while, everyone in the camp got up, including the chamber of commerce mates, were holding weapons.

In this magical world, there are too many dangers in the wild, and most of the people walking in the wild have two tricks, and the caravans are no exception. Most of them have received combat training from their bosses.

Usually, they are caravans, hiding the blades under the cart. In critical moments, these loyal and combat-trained men are also an important combat power.

The fat businessman looked at the mercenary leader with a nervous look on his face, and looked at the darkness around the camp, and couldn't help but wonder: "Captain Mofu! What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Mofu said in a deep voice: "It may be a centaur, I hope I guessed it wrong."

When he heard it was a centaur, the fat businessman turned pale, and sweat appeared on his forehead, feeling anxious.

Centaurs, grassland robbers, these barbaric grassland natives are very cruel. In addition, they are four legs coming and going like the wind and are good at riding and shooting. Grassland merchants cannot beat centaurs and cannot escape, and often only end up with death.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the merchant was anxious: "Damn it, where did these damn robbers emerge from!"

"Captain Moefu, we're all up to you this time."

"Don't worry, since I have collected your money, I will do my job for you," Mo Fu felt bitter in his heart.

In fact, he was helpless. If he faced orcs, gangsters and other robbers, he could still run away if he could not defeat them, but when facing a four-legged centaur, escaping would be a dead end.

The only way to survive is to rely on the board cart to fight defensive battles, and maybe you can defeat the centaur.

"I hope it's the grassland horses passing by," he prayed silently in his heart.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, obviously coming for their own group. Everyone also heard the unique and wild shouts of the centaurs, giving up the last trace of fantasy in their hearts.

Mofu's face froze and he shouted loudly: "Everyone is here! Get ready for battle! You two! Burn the fire more!"

The reason why we ordered the addition of firewood was because the centaur had a glimmer of light, while humans were not good at night battles. The vigorous bonfire could add some hope of victory to everyone.

The two caravan guys who were named quickly added firewood to the fire, and the flames suddenly surged, illuminating the large area around them and shining on everyone's solemn faces.

With mercenaries as the main force, everyone relied on the chariot to prevent the centaurs from shooting.

After a while, the centaurs approached, and these barbaric grassland bandits made upset and wild shouts, while running around the caravan camp, looking for weak points in their prey defense. The sound of horse hooves put great pressure on everyone.

Everyone in the encirclement was nervous, and as the leader of the mercenary, Mofu judged the number of people on the other side by the sound of horse hooves.

There are about thirty centaurs.

It’s not too much, it doesn’t mean it’s hopeless, but it’s not too little. It’s hard to say who wins and loses when it really fights.

"Which tribe is outside?"

Relying on the carriage, the leader of Mofu shouted loudly: "I am Mofu of the Tiger Mercenary Group! We have a friendship with the two chiefs Urakel Xieyan and Mudahas Black Spear of your Centaur clan! Give face! Take one hundred gold coins to sell wine! Just treat it as making friends!"

Everyone was nervously waiting for the other party's reply. If both parties knew each other, or if the centaur felt that this bone was not easy to chew, then there was a high probability that they would receive the gold coins and retreat.

In this way, everyone can avoid a tragic battle with unpredictable outcomes.

The merchants naturally agreed to spend money to eliminate disasters. After all, if they really want to fight, even if they can win, the loss of goods will be a considerable amount of compensation for the deaths paid to the mercenaries and the servants, let alone whether they can win or not.

"Bah! The evil eyes and the black spear cannot control my blood tail! Those who know the truth will call out all the weapons! I can spare you all the death!"

A hoarse and vicious voice came, and everyone felt a chill.

Moefu also wanted to continue to work hard to avoid bloody conflicts: "It turned out to be the Blood-tailed Chief! The first time we met! One hundred and fifty gold coins! Let's make friends!"

"I'll just say it once! Hand over all the weapons! I'll spare you all the death!"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

Seeing that the Centaur was determined to eat his group, Mofu was furious and shouted: "Don't think you will definitely eat us! Our Tiger Mercenary Group has been in the North for seven or eight years! It's not a vegetarian! I'll give you a chance in the end! Get out with two hundred gold coins!"
To be continued...