From the trading capital to Lane, if you take the main road, you must pass through a sandy Gobi on the way.

It's just that this Gobi terrain happens to be located in the middle of the trade capital and the former Duchy of Lane, which belongs to a buffer zone, so it has naturally become a three-way zone that neither side wants to touch. Naturally, many problems arose from this, the most serious of which was the group robbery of robbers and bandits.

In this Gobi, even if it is under the banner of the top ten chambers of commerce, those robbers also dare to attack directly.

So in fact, the reason why Lane is so expensive in terms of the price of foreign goods is largely because of the extremely high cost of goods shipped from the trading capital. After all, this journey can take nearly a month, and even a rapid march will take nearly ten days, so there is no guarantee that there will be any accidents along the way, and it is always right to be careful.

However, this time, when all the bandit groups saw this caravan crossing the Gobi, they all tacitly chose to retreat, and no one came up to seek death.

Because, this is a huge caravan group that cannot be seen at a glance.

"Teacher, the horse thieves have retreated." A young man in light riding costume rode up to a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't look very tall, but sitting on the sandhorse, his back was as straight as a javelin, and his short flaxen hair made him look unusually energetic. At this moment, only this young man in light riding uniform approached within ten meters of him, and the others kept a distance of more than ten meters even if they were close to him. And the gaze that looked at him was also full of awe.

The reason for the awe of this middle-aged man is the murderous aura on his body that even if it is deliberately suppressed, it still makes people feel like being pricked by a needle.

Such a terrifying murderous aura naturally means that his past is extremely amazing.

Of course. The eyes of the others looking at the young man were equally extraordinary.

Being able to turn a blind eye and move freely in such a strong murderous aura, no one would underestimate such a young man. What's more, this young man is still the middle-aged man who has been carefully training the closed disciple for two whole years, and this time he will take this disciple out, the significance of which can be imagined.

Facing his disciple's words, the middle-aged man nodded slightly. He didn't seem to be happy or otherwise emotional, and his face remained as calm as ever.

In fact, for him. If the bandits dared to attack, that would be the real surprise to him.

Because although this Gobi region is a three-way area, the trading capital has never relaxed its monitoring of this area, so what groups are there for bandits and robbers in this area. Who is the strongest among them, and so on. Naturally, I know it all over the place. Therefore, even if he was not accompanied on this trip, those bandits and bandits would definitely not dare to attack at will, unless all the bandit groups in this area were united, then there was still a little possibility.

This time, however, the goods they were transporting were all slaves, and there were no other goods, and most of the goods they carried with them were grain.

These things are naturally not very attractive to the bandit groups.

Unless it's a bandit group with great ambitions. Then it is possible to attack the slave caravans, as they are eager to expand their ranks. But this way. There are a lot of new issues involved, such as stability and unity within the team, as well as a whole host of issues related to food and strongholds, so the size of the team is not necessarily better. And there is an even bigger problem, that is, more than half of these slaves they transported this time are Northland barbarians, and slaves like this are almost money-losing goods, and no bandit group will rob such slaves.

In fact, it was not without robbers who took a fancy to the barbarians in the ranks.

It's just that after assessing the strength of both sides, it is not an easy task to eat these barbarians. And even if all the bandits in the entire Gobi region were united, it would be a question of how many groups would remain after the First World War, and after that, of course, there would be bloody killings and fights with each other - for the bandits, they would always trust only the interests they could get their hands on.

And once their strength is weakened, if they can't suppress those barbarians, no one can guarantee what the outcome will be.

Looking at the unruly momentum and eyes of those barbarians, we know that this is a group of slaves who have not been completely domesticated and cannot be sold at all.

The robbers may be ruthless, but they are not stupid.

This middle-aged man will appear in the team, not to fight against the bandit group that may take risks.

His real purpose was to prevent all the other problems that those fifteen demons might cause.

As for the disciple who brought him, it was only a middle-aged man who thought that two years of retreat and teaching was enough, and it was time to let him out and sharpen his actual combat experience.

"Teacher, why are those old men of the Chamber of Commerce so generous this time?" The young man asked with some confusion, "You actually sent all the fifteen monsters out of the city together." ”

The fifteen monsters that the young man spoke of naturally meant the fifteen demon descendants.

For humans living in the Superficial Realm, any creature in the Underground Realm, even a human being, can be considered a monster. In fact, this is the same for both the surface world and the underground world, and the humans of the two worlds will not recognize each other's human identities, and the records in any books and materials are called humanoids or human subspecies.

Almost as soon as the young man's words fell, a fierce murderous intent erupted from behind him.

It was so strong that it was completely undisguised, pointing directly at the young man.

The young man seemed to notice, and turned his head to look at the spot where the murderous machine had erupted.

This is a converted prisoner car.

The iron cage on the prisoner cart has obviously been thickened, and it can almost be said that it is the level of an iron column, which naturally adds weight and pressure to the prisoner cart itself. Therefore, it is not an ordinary horse that pulls the cart, but a gentle and docile monster that eats grass.

There were seven of these prisoner carts in this caravan.

However, the other six prisoner cars were covered with a large shade cloth, which completely blocked out the sunlight, ensuring that the area covered by the shade cloth was in a dark and somewhat cool environment. Only the prisoner car at the front did not have a shade cloth, and was completely exposed to the high temperature and sun exposure of the Gobi.

This killing machine comes from the prisoner cart without a sunshade cloth at the front.

Following the young man's gaze, he could clearly see that a fair-skinned young man was imprisoned in this prison car.

The young man's skin was pathologically pale, even his hair was a sub-white color, and there was an unhealthy aura all over his body, much like the so-called albinism on Earth. Because of the fact that he was almost naked, he could clearly see that this person had intricate black textures on his body, which looked like some kind of tattoo similar to totem writing, which looked a little weird and terrifying.

But his eyes were unusually bright, and the expression on his face showed a kind of mad rage.

Even if he was exposed to the sun, he had already shown slight symptoms of dehydration, and even his skin began to reddened slightly, and he could almost see the blood vessels under the skin, but the young man's expression was still fierce and abnormal.

"Monsters." The young man looked at the people in the prison car and sneered.

The killing intent is stronger.

"Luke." The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly and whispered.

The young man stuck out his tongue, and then no longer looked at the young man he called a monster, but gently whipped his horse and galloped out.

In this team, he is also responsible for reconnaissance and vigilance, and he has only come to report on the progress of the mission. Now that the report has been completed, of course there is no need to stay, even if he is curious about what this time the Chamber of Commerce Alliance will directly send out these fifteen "monsters" that have been captured with great difficulty, but this actually has nothing to do with him.

In fact, what really cared about the young man named Luke was the lord who was said to be the new master of the fifteen demons.

Seeing his apprentice return to his post, the middle-aged man's serious face finally showed a slight smile, but this smile quickly disappeared on his face. Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the young man who was about the same age as his disciple imprisoned in the prison car, there was no negative emotion in his eyes, but just such a casual glance still made the young man in the prison car tremble slightly.

Only the dislike and hostility on the face, as always.

"Your strength is indeed very strong, even if even if your strength is weakened by nearly half in the Earth World Realm, you still have the qualifications to win the strongest silver." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "If it were in the Underworld Realm, that disciple of mine would definitely not be your opponent. …… But I want you to remember one thing, this is the Earth Realm, no matter how strong your Demon Descendant's bloodline is, you will not be the opponent of my disciple. ”

"Hmph." The young man in the prison car let out a cold snort, fully expressing his disdain.

"The reason why I stopped my disciple just now was that I didn't want to tell the seller that there was a demon descendant who didn't hold up on the road and died." Facing the disdain of this young man who seemed to have albinism, the middle-aged man was not angry, "But if you insist on still wanting to provoke my disciple, then I can't help it, anyway, the chance of your demon descendants surviving in the surface world realm is only seven percent, and it doesn't matter if you die one or two on the way." ”

Speaking of this, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth raised slightly, but his face, which should have been smiling, looked unusually hideous at this time: "However, the rest of your clan doesn't seem to be as powerful as you." What would I think would be like if I made them all like you and didn't use shades? ”

The face of the demonic young man, who was imprisoned alone in the prison car, changed in an instant. (To be continued......)