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Chapter 1147 Caravan (1700 Plus)

"Northern border, I didn't expect that I could come here again..."

Anya stopped the horse and looked at the scenery on the wasteland, her eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

"Oak!Oak!"

The screams of the goblins were rising and falling among the weeds or bushes, and huge malice enveloped Anya and the convoy behind them.

If you cannot show enough force at this time, the goblins will always follow them, looking for every flaw they reveal or waiting for their accomplices.

Once the conditions are met, they will rush forward and turn every moving living creature in the caravan into delicious meat pieces.

"go!"

Of course, Anya should know how to deal with them. In fact, without her speaking, several knights rushed out.

The howling horse, the fully armed knights on it, and the shiny weapons waving, instantly turned the goblin's screams into horror.

"Haha...you little green-skinned guys!"

The knight laughed loudly, and the dragon-patterned giant sword in his hand picked out several dirty green-skinned goblins from the bushes.

Bang! Bang!

A few poor little guys were seriously injured and died immediately, and the remaining few were also wailing loudly.

The sharp voice and the terrifying tone, the howling of the same race immediately caused other goblins to escape in horror. Many weeds swayed, presenting a wave of departing wind and waves.

For caravans who really want to make a living in the north, if they can't even deal with the goblins and ogres in the endless wilderness, they will not take long to be swallowed and destroyed by other chambers of commerce, and may even be directly abandoned by the harsh struggle environment and become dead bones in the wilderness.

Several goblins with the most wailing sound were hung at the front of the convoy. Their screams were the best disperser. Although they were only useful for goblins, they could always avoid a lot of trouble, right?

Afraid of the stench on the green-skinned dwarfs, Anya deliberately avoided a distance and covered her nose with a white gauze embroidered with golden lace.

"Damn it, is there no better way?"

Her eyes quickly glanced at several servants who looked very ordinary, and there was a little resentment in her heart: "With them, even the siege of the ogre tribe, there is nothing to be afraid of, right?"

Of course, Anya knew very well that this was already the territory of the Orc Empire. Once the orc army was encircled, it would have no effect even if he had the support of the legendary strong man.

Therefore, she swallowed these words wisely and did not say them.

"Miss Anya, please come over!" A thin servant trotted over. His face was still youthful and immature, but his eyes were calm and firm in his eyes that were inconsistent with his age.

"What's the matter?" Anya asked reflexively.

"It should be a question of arriving in the Dark Forest!" The young man dressed in a servant replied immediately, which made Anya look at him more.

"I'll go over immediately..."

Anya agreed and looked at the little boy's back, and there was a rare hint of jealousy in his eyes: "What a lucky little guy... is he called Rance? He actually got the favor of my master..."

Of course she remembered the inferiority child who was hiding in the shadow when she first met the other person.

But now, not only has the other party’s temperament and body changed greatly, but he has also been brought to the North as the key target of the church’s cultivation.

"I heard that I was inspired by the divine enlightenment and even awakened the talent of the devil hunter. I was likely to be accepted as a disciple by that legend..."

Anya looked at Rance's back. Thinking about his younger brothers who were sent to the Giant Snake Church, a bitter smile appeared on his face, but he could not have any complaints.

She naturally knew the reason very well. As a family of merchants, the Bain family had not consolidated their faith and was converted to faith. Of course, they could not compare with the other party in terms of piety in faith.

Now it seems that in terms of heirs, even if they are young, it is almost impossible to be like a crazy believer.

"It can only be cultivated from the next generation of babies..."

Anya knew deeply what the basis of survival in the church was and what it was.

Give the church benefits only one aspect, and the most basic thing is whether the faith is solid or not.

You can either have no specialties or be penniless, but you can't even be crazy about the most basic beliefs!

Anya knew that the Giant Snake Church had a unique divine technique that could judge the depth of faith through the light of faith in believers. This advanced judgment method made her feel a profound crisis.

"It seems... I should also deepen my interpretation of the teachings of God... In this regard, it seems that Sister Barbara can help me!"

After thinking of Saint Barbara, for some reason, a hint of blush appeared on Anya's face.

"Sir Father!"

Anya Zhema came to Fix and walked side by side with her.

This mission was obviously very important, and even Fix joined the caravan himself.

"For my god, we must do things well this time and we cannot make any mistakes!" At this time, Fix's face, as if he was middle-aged, was full of seriousness.

"I understand, father!" Anya took a deep breath.

After Leilin descended a miracle and captured the Black Moon Chamber of Commerce, Earl Eric, and even the legendary Grand Duke's family, the huge rock that blocked the Nean Chamber of Commerce disappeared in an instant, and the transaction with the Black Blood Tribe was put on the agenda.

But no matter how Fix and his daughter think, the Giant Snake Church's actions this time also looked a bit unwilling.

Unfortunately, I had already boarded the pirate ship, so I could only follow Lei Lin to the end.

Fix, who knew how terrible the struggle between gods was, and how miserable the innocent people who were caught in it, could only bite the bullet and go on the road even if he was unwilling to do so.

"My father, I found the cavalry of the Orc Empire in front of me!"

Suddenly, a commotion came from the front, and Anya whispered in a low voice to Fix's ear.

"It doesn't matter!"

Fix looked at the flag raised by himself. It was a pass given by the Orc Empire, which was enough to protect the safety of his caravan.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Accompanied by the desolate howling wolf and war smoke, the appearance of those cavalry finally entered Anya's eyelids.

Two heads taller than ordinary people, with green eyes, green hair, and werewolf with twilight muscles, and their giant wolf mounts that sit on.

"It's the elite wolf cavalry of the Orc Empire!"

Anya's face changed slightly. She had a very deep impression of this kind of army that could compete with the human heavy cavalry. Not only that, the wolf cavalry was also a nightmare for all the residents of the North.

"Ahhhh!"

As the wolves peeked, the horses in the caravan began to feel anxious, digging the ground with their hooves, and thick white air spurted out from their noses.

"Ahhhhh..." Fortunately, the wolf cavalry commander with a golden helmet waved his hand after seeing the flag on the caravan. The numerous wolves dispersed and gave way out, causing the caravan to continue on the road tremblingly, and even sent two cavalry to follow and protect them.

"Ah... Compared with the Silver Moon Alliance, the various policies of the Orc Empire are actually..."

Fix, who looked at this scene, sighed softly, but still didn't continue.

Anya knew his father's meaning, the emperor of the Orc Empire, Saladin was a wise and visionary orc. After seeing the prosperity of human society and the advancement of technology, he was interested in learning in this regard.

In order to obtain sufficiently sophisticated weapons and advanced technology, underground chambers of commerce such as Neon and Black Moon were issued protection orders, ordering that no orc army could rob them and could only trade fairly to attract more merchants and increase the power of the orc empire.

In comparison, Silvermoon Queen Elaszor and the executive office bureaucrats have done a little inadequately in this regard.

Unfortunately, they are human race and the other party is orcs, and there is an innate opposition.

Even if there are lubricants for trade and interests, they may not be able to bridge the shadows brought by previous wars.

On the contrary, through this period of time, the orcs' desire for refined weapons and magic scrolls, Fix judged that the other party's preparation for war had already begun.

"What do you think?"

In the caravan, a tall and thin figure with slightly dark skin looked at the little boy Rance in front of him: "Are you scared?"

"No! With the protection of my God, I am fearless..."

Rance grabbed a thick hemp rope on his neck, and something was tied under it.

"So, what do you think of the other party's policies to protect the chamber of commerce, absorb human society, and carry out civilized development?"

The other party seemed to be intentionally examining Rance's ability, and this kind of problem was more difficult for adults.

"I think..."

Rance lowered his head and thought for a while, and when he lifted it up, there was no confusion in his eyes: "The orcs gave me the feeling that they were barbaric and bloody. This kind of culturalization and technical learning must be beneficial to their empire, but I always feel... something is not matched!"

Although Rance has not gone deeper, he has already looked satisfied with the tall and thin figure.

"You said it very well! Gnush is the god of barbarism and orcs, and the transformation of the entire orc empire is simply inconsistent with the orc god system. This involves a very serious issue... How many gods are willing to start changing their essence, from barbarism to order and civilization!"

"Is this difficult?" Rance scratched his head. He felt a little incredible just by thinking about it.

"It's very difficult! Sometimes, even the gods themselves cannot choose from the changes in their camps and nature..."
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