Chapter 54 Grassland Customs

"This Swift Wolf King is a trouble!" Zhang Debiao looked at the fiery red Swift Wolf and thought to himself.

King-level magic beasts are proficient in magic. The higher the level of the king-level magic beast, the more magic systems they can use. This Swift Wolf can manipulate both wind and fire elements at the same time. Although it is not a high-level king-level magic beast like Brother Tai, it is much stronger than ordinary king-level magic beasts.

There is no magician in this team of horse thieves. The flame that ignited the carriage just now is probably the magic released by this wolf king.

"It's an opponent!" The wolf rider leader riding on the back of the Swift Wolf King looked at Zhang Debiao in surprise, and swung the mace in his hand heavily, and suddenly a heavy wind sound came. The wolf riders who retreated immediately reorganized their formation and followed closely behind him, obviously ready to attack again at any time.

The mercenaries here were also busy, carrying corpses and throwing them out of the defense circle. Although the grassland wolf riders were quite brave, they still killed many enemies. The eyes of the Mage Jiamen and the Forrest Gump Archer flickered. They discussed in a low voice and were also preparing to counterattack.

Zhang Debiao looked at the mace in the hand of the wolf rider leader. He estimated that the mace weighed at least four or five hundred kilograms. People who can use such heavy weapons must be extremely confident in their own strength. When they swing it vigorously, one strike may have a force of ten thousand kilograms.

The weapon in his hand was a stolen saber. Compared with the mace, it was simply a toy for children. The tourmaline knife was in the space ring. Tai Ge fell into a deep sleep and he had no way to open the space ring.

Zhang Debiao jumped off Xiao Hei's back, found four or five sabers and put them together. He twisted them hard and twisted them into iron twists. Then he stretched them forward and turned them into two or three meters long iron pillars. The weight was no less than the wolf rider leader's mace!

The wolf rider leader was about to charge, but suddenly saw his actions, and couldn't help showing a fearful look. He stopped suddenly and waved his hand and said, "Let's retreat!"

A wolf rider said angrily, "Leader, why retreat? They killed many of our brothers!"

"Evil wolves don't chew stones, be careful not to break their teeth!"

The wolf rider leader said a grassland slang, turned around and left, saying, "I'm not sure I can deal with the man riding a black dog, and his mount may not be more powerful than his black dog. Besides, the group of mercenaries are prepared, and the magician and archer are also strong opponents. Even if we can chew this stone, we will lose more than half of our men!"

A group of horse thieves looked at the caravan that was already on full alert with complicated expressions, and then they realized that what the leader said was true. They rode their giant wolves into the darkness and disappeared in the blink of an eye. They really came and went like the wind.

"This horse thief leader is quite clever." Zhang Debiao put down the iron pillar in his hand, feeling a little regretful. The strength of this wolf rider leader is definitely comparable to his. If he can fight with such a person, he might be able to break through to the tenth level barbarian warrior.

"I really want to catch up with him and have a good fight with him!"

The mercenaries were relieved when they saw the horse thief leave. They were already accustomed to such things. After burying their companions' bodies, they began to talk and laugh again, and had no intention of chasing them.

Seeing Zhang Debiao's confusion, General Manager Gale smiled and explained: "These bandits are herdsmen on the grassland. They are honest during the day, but they are horse thieves at night. This kind of thing is very common on the grassland. As long as the caravan comes to the range of their tribe, they will no longer attack, but do business with you in harmony. If you chase them, the whole tribe will come to kill you."

"What a weird custom." Zhang Debiao was stunned.

"There are even more bizarre customs than this!" Chief Steward Gale laughed, "Do you know that there is a Nanjiang Barbarian tribe in the Sunset Forest? I heard that the men there don't treat their children as their own sons, and they beat them up every morning when they get up..."

"Haha, is that true?" Zhang Debiao laughed dryly.

Chief Steward Gale was very excited and talked about the customs of the Nanjiang Barbarians: "... I heard that they are considered adults at the age of twelve, twelve years old! Is the hair below fully pricked..."

Zhang Debiao had a dark face and tried hard to resist the urge to beat the old man to death with a stick. He complained in his heart: "Why didn't this old thing get hacked to death by those wolf riders just now?"

The next day, the caravan finally arrived at a small village of the Jumang tribe on the grassland, more than a hundred miles away from the main city of the tribe. The herdsmen there stopped the caravan and enthusiastically exchanged gold sand and rare specialties for the caravan's goods, including the wolf rider leader who attacked them last night.

The wolf rider leader was a 20-year-old grassland strongman named Tu Luo. He seemed to not recognize them at the moment. He was awkwardly negotiating the price with General Gail, intending to buy the goods in a carriage. The herdsmen behind Tu Luo were also familiar faces, but unlike him, they were not as nonchalant as before. Instead, they stared fiercely at Zhang Debiao, Jiamen, and Agan.

"Fuck! We entered the wolf's den!" The mercenaries were all nervous, but these herdsmen were very restrained and there was no conflict.

After leaving the village, Tu Luo followed on a red giant wolf. General Gail looked at Zhang Debiao and others meaningfully and smiled, "Tu Luo is a disciple of the Draenei Grand Shaman of Jumang City. He is going with us to see his mentor. The Draenei Grand Shaman is an elder of the grassland temple and has a very high prestige in the Jumang tribe." The implication was that they should not mess around.

Zhang Debiao said "oh" and looked at the burly man. Tu Luo also looked at him. The two of them had a desire to fight in their eyes. Tu Luo followed the customs of the grassland tribe and was unwilling to attack the caravan within the tribal territory, while Zhang Debiao was afraid that if he was injured, the Draenei Shaman would not treat Tai Ge's injuries.

But Gamenrich and Aganbrook had no such concerns. The two of them were excited to discuss how to kill this grassland barbarian, and they exchanged their views in front of Tu Luo without scruples.

Zhang Debiao also became interested and joined the discussion. All kinds of insidious tricks were thought out by them.

The wolf rider leader was originally sneering when he listened to them talking about how to deal with him, but his face became paler and paler as he listened. In a short period of time, these three bastards came up with more than a hundred tricks to deal with him, each of which was quite effective and could easily kill him!

Sweat rolled down Tu Luo's forehead, and he couldn't fall asleep at night. When he woke up the next day, his eyes were red like rabbits.

Fortunately, the caravan arrived at Jumang City the next day. Tu Luo felt relieved and said goodbye to General Manager Gale. Zhang Debiao smiled and said, "Brother Tu Luo, wait a minute, I will go to see the Draenei Shaman with you."

"We will go too!" Magister Gamen and Archer Agan quickly stepped forward and whispered in Zhang Debiao's ear, "Where are you going to kill him?"

Tu Luo was sweating all over, and General Manager Gale quickly explained with a smile, and then he was slightly relieved.