Chapter 207: Trumon

In July, on the avenue in the province of Munster in the northwest, a group of four knights marched on a horse.
"Bend, you didn't say to go to Little Prairie." Locke, who was at the forefront of the four, said weakly.
"Blood essence, if you want to get it, don't think about it in the empire." Bend's complaint to Locke didn't care.
"Yes, it's time for the holiday." Rafael on the side said.
"Just to see and see the landscape of the Little Prairie." This is Gauss.
Rock and Bender were the only ones who planned to get the blood essence. Unexpectedly, when the two agreed to meet, they met Raphael and Gauss on the road one after another.
Rafael and Gauss, two rich children, did not join them for blood sperm at all, just like the test task they had participated in before, just to understand boredom.
The four developed good friendships in the months of the Kingdom of Ostdale, so after meeting midway, they decided to go to the prairie together.
The Prairie Prairie is located outside the northwestern frontier of the Omor Empire. It was originally a barren land, but I don’t know from what time, a group of nomads began to settle there, and after captivity and cultivation, it gradually developed into a prairie. .
In the Prairie prairie, with the exception of two or three nomadic kingdoms, most areas are dominated by countless barbarian tribes.
And the destination of their trip was a barbarian tribe who had a little friendship with Bend's family on the litte prairie.
"Are you sure that the barbarian tribe has blood essence?" It is Raphael who speaks. He is the best among the four. The treasure of blood essence is nothing to him, but if it can be obtained, it is also a good thing. A pile.
No one thinks there is much money.
"Well, my father is the life-saving benefactor of Chief Sapele, and a little blood essence can still be traded." Bender laughed.
Raphael nodded, and indeed there were some powerful tribes on the litte prairie that would raise giant beasts, and the blood essence was produced by these giant beasts.
"Do you want some guards to accompany you?" Gauss asked. His family was in a province in the northwest of the Omor empire. With one order, it was easy to pull two or three hundred guards.
"Forget it, it's not good to arouse people's suspicion." Locke said. Although he was not clear about the relationship between the Bend family and the barbarian tribe, but going with the soldiers would definitely cause the tribe leader to be afraid, especially It’s a small tribe.
The four knights are all mid-level servants, and it is not weak to go out, so just going to trade with a tribe on the litte prairie is not dangerous.
A group of four people walked through the northwest Gobi and out of the Imperial Border Station. A green prairie appeared in their sight.
"Oh, it's prettier than the grasslands inside the empire." Raphael exclaimed that he traveled a lot, but it was the first time to visit the Little Prairie, which was also when he joined this to trade blood essences. The main reason for the team.
"Let's go, Chief Sapele's tribe is two weeks away from the grassland border!" Bend held a rough map in his hand and walked to the forefront.
Two days later, dozens of yurts appeared on both sides of an emerald green valley.
In the past half a month, Locke has seen a lot of life styles of this grassland people. But as soon as this tribe was approaching, Locke looked at the giant shadow on the river bank, stunned.
"That's what?" Locke pointed to the elephant-like, deer-like, deer-like, huge body, and a bizarre creature with a horn.
The yurt of seven or eight meters is only at the neck of the giant monster. The length of the yurt is probably close to ten meters.
This is Locke's physique so far. He has only seen the existence of the two-headed Warcraft Scorpion Dragon in Morpheus Forest.
"Tru Beast, haven't you seen it!" Bend smirked at Locke's shoulder. He was very satisfied with Locke's expression, exactly the same as the first time he saw Tru Beast.
Raphael and Gauss also marveled at the high-level Warcraft beast Tru, which they had only seen in the books of the Imperial College Library. This was the first time they faced it in person.
In the afternoon, four knights from the Omor empire were warmly welcomed by this tribal people. Bend should have been there a few times before. These barbarians were no strangers to him, and they welcomed Bend with their special courtesy. arrival.
When the chief of the tribe showed up, this strong man, who was nearly two and a half meters tall, surprised Locke once again. This is probably the strongest man Locke has ever seen.
With that arm alone, it is already about to catch up with the thickness of the thigh, and the whole is a humanoid Warcraft.
The personality of this chief Sapele is as rugged as he is.
"To thank you for coming, our tribe will hold a campfire party tonight!" Chief Shabilee said to Bender with a smile.
Prairie language is always accompanied by a twisted dialect of serious dialects. These days, Locke has a deep experience. Fortunately, Chief Sapele's voice is loud. Locke is not worried about what it means to understand. He only felt that Bend It seems to be important to the tribe of Chief Sapele.
Before the campfire began, Locke glanced at Bend and asked him alone.
"Oh, Chief Sapili's tribe experienced three wars last year. They desperately need new supplies to appease the people and deter other tribes. This time I represent our family and trade with the Chief Saphir's tribe!" Bend said directly.
"I asked you to bring Jin Moore, did you bring it?" Bender asked.
Locke just remembered that Bend told him to bring enough money.
"There are many." Locke hesitated and promised that his money was actually not much, but there were many things in the space ring that were very valuable, whether it was the blood of Warcraft, some medicine, or from the Bili family The one-time magic props purchased are believed to be very popular in this tribe.
"Then rest assured, absolutely give you a satisfactory number of blood sperm!" Bend squeezed a smile at Locke.
"Now our priority is to enjoy the ball tonight!" He had been to the tribe of Chief Sapele many times before, and the exotic party always made him imperial knight addicted.
The campfire at night did not disappoint Bender. This guy disappeared in the dark. Locke noticed that he had been mixing with two tall female barbarians until then.
In fact, calling these prairie people barbarians is a bit discriminatory, because these people have no difference except for the height of the ordinary people of the Omor Empire and the skin is slightly yellow. Even from the perspective of Locke, female prairie people are more Most Omor women are also healthy and beautiful.
This is probably the main reason why Bend is addicted to it.
Raphael and Gauss are not far worse than Bend. Perhaps the people of this tribe see them as coming with Bend, and they are also very enthusiastic. There are already three or four prairie women in their arms. Go up.
The guys of these two nobles did not refuse. Raphael, who was in a hurry, had already moved a foot.
"Hello!" A grungy greeting from the Omor Empire appeared in Locke's ear. Locke turned to look at it, and a prairie woman who was not much worse than the others was standing in front of him.
"Hello!" Locke replied in imperial language. He hadn't learned a few of the prairie dialects, so he would not ugly.
This woman speaks a little bit of Omor's empire language, casually chatting a few words, Locke already knows that she was sent by the people in the tribe to be his imperial noble, but Locke is not interested in being here like Raphael and others Engage.
"Can you tell me about the big guy?" Lock pointed to the giant dark shadow in the night.
"Oh, that's the Trumon, our guardian of the Emida tribe." The woman introduced, the voice was a little more solemn than before. It seems that the Trumon is really important to their tribe.
"Is the blood essence provided by it?" Lock asked outspokenly, pointing at the big guy.
The four of them are here to do it. I believe that people in this tribe know the truth, and Locke will not turn around and ask directly.
The woman gritted her teeth and said "Yes!"
The producer of blood essence must be a powerful creature with qi and blood. Locke spent an afternoon, looking at the hundreds of people in this small tribe, who could reach the level of powerful qi and blood, except for the chief Sapele That Trube.
He had not heard that humans can still produce blood essence, so it must be the Tru Beast, but this woman also called the Tru Beast as the guardian, and Rock was curious.
Because blood essence contains the source of qi and blood of a creature, the more you lose, the creature is not far from death. Under normal circumstances, it kills powerful creatures, and then seizes the blood essence in its atrium. Is really rare.
"Our Trube is already on the other side." The woman sighed and stopped speaking.
After spending half a month in the prairie, Locke knew that the people in this place were used to calling the place where people went to the other shore after death. From this, it can be seen that most of the Tru Beast was no longer good.
Judging from the daytime, although it was far away, Locke did not find any signs of weakness of the Trou Beast. If this is the state that is about to reach the other shore, how much the Trou Beast is in its heyday Strong, Locke stunned.
I don’t know if I felt the surprise in Locke’s heart. In the dark, the Tru Beast lying on the bank of the river suddenly raised his long neck, and a loud sound of "Yi~" sounded loudly, causing the water in the river to burst. Volatility.
And these grassland people playing by the bonfire also stopped cheering and laughing, and prostrately prostrate on the ground.
Careful Locke found that the eyes of these grassland people seemed to have a tear in their eyes.
Looking at the huge figure not far away thoughtfully, he lowered his head again and curled up into a ball.
It took a long time before the bonfire around the yurt reignited with laughter.
Locke touched the space ring in his hand and had made a decision.