But the Evil Dragon named Land has not yet returned!
Black Mist Grassland, a gentle breeze blown by, yet the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
The Elf with the incarnation of a Silver Dragon frowned attractively, looked at the Little Black Dragon displeasedly and said, "How come your brother Land hasn’t come back yet?"
"Maybe he’s encountered some trouble outside, just wait a little longer, he’ll definitely be back soon! Don’t worry! He would never abandon Fiona and me!" The Little Black Dragon said with an unwavering face and a determined tone.
"Then we shall wait a bit longer."
The Silver Dragon showed understanding.
Again, three weeks passed.
The Silver Dragon’s gaze towards the Little Black Dragon became slightly odd: "Are you sure you haven’t been abandoned?"
"I swear! Land would never abandon us! The bond between him and me is akin to that between Metal Dragons and their kin! Can you understand that?" The Little Black Dragon persisted as always.
"Alright! Then let’s wait a bit longer."
The Silver Dragon took a brief rest and said this.
Again, three weeks passed.
The Silver Dragon looked at the Little Black Dragon without speaking, but the gaze was very sharp.
"Trust me! It’s really soon! He really just ran into a minor, insignificant trouble..."
Again, three weeks passed...
"Silver Dragon sister! We’ve been waiting for so long, and it’s no problem to continue waiting! Leaving now is something I won’t accept, not just me; I’m afraid even Miss Viss would be unwilling! Isn’t that right?"
The Elf with the incarnation of a Silver Dragon clenched her fist, and from her small nose, due to her emotional excitement, some white cold mist erupted.
The Little Black Dragon on the side watched his corner of the eye twitch, feeling cowardice, fearing that the opponent might suddenly explode and beat him flat.
But fortunately, this Silver Dragon still had some integrity, and stubbornly held back.
Thus, time will continue to slowly pass.
...............
On the edge of the Haisen Kingdom.
On the flat grassland.
Six or seven strong Half-Beastmen holding wooden clubs patrolled the grassland.
One of the Half-Beastmen said somewhat depressingly:
"Gelo! Do you think all Giant Dragons are as strange as the master?
Said to eat antelopes, we caught a few for him, but he didn’t want them, insisted on the smaller ones, and they must be younger than one year?
What is this about? They’re all antelopes!
Could it be that the master is now inclined toward those Elves, and wants to make things difficult for us?"
"Hmm, I’m not very clear, but I asked the elder of the clan last night.
They say that humans prefer to eat tender food, it tastes much better that way.
Maybe it’s the same for the master." Another Half-Beastman explained.
"The same? How could it be the same, the master is a Giant Dragon, can humans be like him? Are you an idiot?" The previous Half-Beastman retorted.
"Idiot? You fool really dare to say that! I’ve already told you the answer, if you don’t believe me, then go ask the master yourself!" The other Half-Beastman was displeased.
"You two idiots! Shut up! Quickly search for food! If we fail to find food before sunset, you should know what awaits us back home, right?"
Other Half-Beastmen hurriedly stopped the potential conflict.
The three Half-Beastmen shivered thinking of the fate of the previous batch responsible for finding prey, immediately becoming obedient.
Beginning to diligently search for prey on the grassland.
But at this moment.
A group of unexpected guests arrived on the trade route of the grassland.
This is a group of thirty to forty men clad in Leather Armor, carrying Iron Swords, predominantly guards.
And a dozen adventurers with diverse attire.
Their appearance was somewhat odd, compared to ordinary humans, either shorter or slimer, skin rougher, eyes mostly yellowish-brown.
They weren’t humans, but a large group of Sub-humans.
Descendants of humans and dwarves, gnomes, elves, beastmen, and other races interbred multiple times.
Their status in this world generally was relatively low, disliked by humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, et cetera.
However, their cost was extremely low, usually cheaper than other races with similar power capabilities, hence being a business’s favorite objects to hire and exploit.
Among their encirclement were several carts carrying thick cargo, and one cart specifically decorated, with a coachman controlling the direction upfront.
Clearly, this was a caravan.
"How much further to reach the Laine Kingdom, Viscount Ireland’s Domain?"
The curtain of a cart was lifted, a rather plump and round head poked out from the window, asking a guard beside him.
He was the person in charge of this operation, one of the leaders in the commerce, Aganfu.
"Master Aganfu, it’s about another twenty to thirty kilometers to reach, honestly, I’m not quite sure why you insist on taking this road.
The Half-Beastmen ambush event two years ago, you’re aware of it, nearly a whole battalion was wiped out, hearing from the survivors, there were as many as a hundred to two hundred Half-Beastmen here...
If encountered..."
The Sub-human guard’s expression was quite tense.
"If possible, I wouldn’t choose this road either, but Viscount Ireland needs the cargo urgently! The main issue is, the price they offered is something the commerce cannot easily refuse.
Also, in this operation, we brought those treasures! Would you still fear a bunch of Half-Beastmen?"
Aganfu seemed somewhat displeased towards the end of his words.
The Sub-human guard responded by straightening up and closing his mouth, after Aganfu sank back into the cart he surveyed surroundings, shouted:
"Everyone, stay alert!
The Half-Beastmen ambush two years ago, I believe everyone has heard of it! This is a domain where Half-Beastmen have appeared, everyone must be ready for battle! Be cautious of getting ambushed!
Mage, be attentive to casting that Guard Skill!"
At this moment, a rough-featured, relatively young-looking Sub-human warrior laughed heartily:
"Don’t worry, Guard Captain! With us, the Blood Hammer Adventurer’s Guild here, what are mere Half-Beastmen?
Our leader fought a Level 10 Warrior Wasted Giant single-handedly!"
"Indeed! A Wasted Giant is a Challenge Level 8 monster in the Book of the Adventurer! Possessing a power easily annihilating a unit of dozens, a fearsome powerhouse!
Compared to it, Half-Beastmen are nothing more than feeble insects! Facing the leader, they’re lambs awaiting slaughter!"
"Hahaha~ The leader is super strong!"
The members of the Adventurer’s Guild spoke in turn, laughing nonstop.
Everyone at this moment couldn’t help but direct their gaze toward a dwarf with disheveled hair, scruffy beard, approximately forty years old, facially scarred, clad in grey armor, extremely muscular but barely 1.4 meters tall.
The same person, the leader of the Blood Hammer Adventurer’s Guild, Haku Blood Hammer.
A person with nearly twenty years of adventurer experiences.
Just seeing him, everyone felt instinctively at ease.
"Hahahaha! Everyone, don’t say that! That was pure luck defeating the Wasted Giant! Honestly, the creature was injured back then! Nonetheless, I paid quite a cost!
This time, if the Half-Beastmen dare come, we’ll rely on everyone’s strength.
I have heard of the strength of the Havier Commerce!
This time, you must’ve brought those treasures, didn’t you? With those treasures present, the need for us, the Blood Hammer Adventurer’s Guild, is negligible."
The dwarf chuckled upon hearing this, took a gourd from his waist, pulled out the plug, took a sip of wheat beer then laughed heartily, his eyes flickering slightly at the mention of those treasures.