Chapter 187 Yerrit

We set off after dinner.

Modomu and Dashi Lennart also followed the caravan.

The Basha tribe is located more than 300 kilometers northwest of the gathering area, not far from the main trade route. Dashi Lennart had sent the news back to the tribe through hawks before departure.

The caravan will take a slight detour and receive the second and third conditions proposed by Lu He at a certain place on the trade route ahead.

The two people who were originally a little cautious felt cold in their hearts after seeing the earth fire soldiers wearing black armor.

Several red lines extended from the black armor, a dark red long sword was slung around the waist, and the eyes under the crystal cover behind the mask were glowing with a ferocious and cold black light.

The whole body exuded a sulfurous smell like magma.

The two could not see what rank these knights were, but they all felt a great and fatal threat, especially Dashi Lennart, whose wild intuition kept warning him.

Lu He was not worried that someone could see through his earth fire soldiers, and he always showed them openly.

His earth fire soldiers have the characteristic of hiding energy. If they don't actually take action, the knights can't see through them. I don't know if the sky knights can see through them, and it's highly unlikely.

At critical moments, they can also hide their breath and figure, because they want to launch a surprise attack.

They also saw Celya, and at a glance they discovered her identity as a half-elf, and a high-level elf.

Then the two of them became more respectful, even humble.

The high-level elves are the darlings of the forest. Their strength will be greatly increased in the forest, and they will become very difficult to deal with.

The Basha tribe is in the forest, and the deterrent power of a high-level elf on them is much greater than that of two knights.

...

The weather is very good today.

The sky is clear and light blue, with only a few white clouds dotted on the edge. There are some large pieces of gravel lying on the long business road, reflecting colorful light in the sun.

At this time, a group of strong men and women in gray linen clothes are standing in an open space next to the business road.

Their faces had different expressions, including anger, numbness, grief, indifference, and anxiety...

One of the women had a beautiful face, but with a hint of indifference. What was a little surprising was that there was a hideous scar on the right side of her neck, extending from the neck to the inside of the chest, and then covered by clothes so that you couldn't see how long it was.

The woman had long red hair like a flame, and the breeze blew over it, like a burning flame jumping.

The woman's name was Yerit, an outlier in the Basha tribe, because she did not practice the tribe's beast blood totem, but the knight practice method, and she also reached the high-level knight attendant.

The reason was simple, insufficient resources.

There were only two or three priests who could paint totems, and the men in the tribe couldn't make up for it, let alone women. Unless the blood concentration was high, the talent was particularly good, or the family conditions were rich and supportive, it would be possible for women to get their turn.

And she had none of these.

Because it was impossible to become a totem warrior without the help of the priest, she chose the knight practice method.

And she also reached the high-level knight attendant.

In a tribe lacking various training resources, she practiced knight training alone among a group of totem warriors. Only she knew the bitterness and suffering she experienced.

Yerrit was the only one in the crowd with a calm face. She had no choice before, but now she can.

After learning that the tribe was going to give five high-level warriors to the Soros family, she did not resist like others, and tried various ways to avoid being sent out.

Yerrit chose to take the initiative to stand up.

This time no one argued with her, but was very happy, praising her for her spirit of sacrifice, and the tribe would not forget her.

Facing the "praise" of the tribe, Yerrit was very calm, she had long been accustomed to it.

She was not a fool, and took the initiative to stand up. In exchange, her brother would be treated preferentially in the tribe and trained with emphasis.

She also held a glimmer of hope. Her hope of breaking through the knight level in the tribe was extremely slim.

Joining the Soros family might have a glimmer of hope.

It was not until the evening.

The convoy arrived at the receiving location.

We set off at twelve o'clock and spent four hours running more than 200 kilometers. The speed was a bit slow, mainly because the road conditions were bad.

"Yerrit, it's not too late for you to regret now. I can go to the second elder to plead for him to change someone."

Looking at the carriage approaching from a distance, Carlos asked in a low voice, with a trace of regret on his face.

Having been to the human city and experienced the gentle and lovely young lady, Carlos looked down on the rough girls in the tribe more and more, but for the purity of his blood, he had to choose a tribal woman to marry, not to mention that he was the son of the big family.

Yerrit was his first choice. She was prettier than the young lady in Lilith's Secret and a high-level knight attendant.

It was a perfect match for his choice.

It was a pity that he had to watch her leave now.

Carlos was very upset, and his heart was full of resentment towards the Soros family, especially the Count Soron.

"Your idea is stupid." Yerrit said lightly, with undisguised contempt in her tone.

"Yerrit, don't be like this..."

Carlos looked at her with a guilty look on his face. He felt that Yerrit was expressing her dissatisfaction with the tribe.

Yerrit frowned and ignored this idiot.

She looked at the black convoy getting closer and closer, and her heart, which was as calm as water in the past, began to feel uneasy.

There was confusion about the future, but also expectations.

It was a pity that from the arrival to the departure of the convoy, she did not see the new object of loyalty, the Count of Sauron.

Carlos gnashed his teeth in hatred. He wanted to see the enemy Sauron clearly. He dreamed that one day he could take back Yerrit and avenge the endless humiliation suffered by the tribe today.

But he didn't even see the person. He was ignored.

The priest elder Modomu accompanied a bald man carrying a war bow and briefly introduced a few words.

They followed the man and rode behind the caravan.

Yerrit was a little disappointed, but more uneasy, and so were the other four.

They thought they were all high-level warriors and would be valued by the Soros family, but they didn't expect to be treated as real goods. No one in the entire caravan cared about or asked them.

No one even said a word to them.

They followed the caravan and hurried on their way until late at night, when they stopped to set up camp.

The five people had no idea of ​​escaping. The heavy bow of the bald man and the energy aura that leaked inadvertently made them dare not move at all, and they didn't even dare to look around.

...

The bright moon was hanging high.

Behind a small hill, several yellow bonfires were not far apart, emitting several pale yellow circles of light.

Yerrit was busy.

She was assigned to cut down trees as firewood for the night. The other four were not idle either, doing odd jobs such as boiling water, cutting meat, feeding horses, and setting up tents.

"Sister, the young master is calling you."

A crisp female voice came from behind. Yerrit put down the axe and turned around. It was a delicate silver-haired and blue-eyed girl.

Yerrit smiled unnaturally.

"Don't be afraid, sister. The young master is very gentle." Seeing the nervousness of the red-haired girl, Nicole smiled and comforted her.

"Thank you, little sister." Yerrit thanked softly.

Then, following the girl, she walked anxiously to a tent in the middle built with exquisite silver curtains.

Lift the tent curtain.

The tent was gorgeously decorated, and a blazing fire was burning in the small fireplace, emitting a faint warmth, dispelling the cold.

A young man with black hair and red eyes sat at the desk.

Under the faint light of the yellow oil lamp, he was staring at an extremely black gem in his hand.

His delicate thumb gently rubbed the gem.

The gem gave people a strange and vague feeling. Yrit only took a sneak peek, and her brain instantly felt a faint dizziness, and she could no longer look away.

Lu He put down the magic gem that sealed the Naga illusion particles in his hand and came to the heroic female warrior.

Looking at the female warrior's blurred eyes, still immersed in the illusion caused by the particles, he chuckled.

The Naga illusion particles are really scary. Just the breath released unintentionally can make a high-level knight attendant addicted.

Lu He murmured a few words.

After a while, his whole body bloomed with a peacock-shaped soul brilliance, and the peacock brilliance gradually shrank and converged at the center of the eyebrows. After a moment, a pale little hand covered with black weird lines slowly emerged.

The next moment.

The pale hand flashed slightly, sank into the female warrior's brow, and disappeared.

The pale mark had been planted deep in her soul.

"Call the next one."

Yrit walked out of the tent in a daze, and the biting cold wind blew in her face, waking her up instantly.

She subconsciously looked back at the tent behind her, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy and reverence rose in her heart.

A black-haired, red-eyed boy clearly appeared in her mind.

That was Count Sauron.