Chapter 482 (1/2)

Team King City

There was a group of people hiding along the path Flaming Horn usually took, their patience wearing thin. While there were people tracking them in the forest, a third group took another path.

A group of people clad in golden armour marched ahead. The people in front rode on tall stallions. They were specially bred for this and well taken care of. They were energetic, their hooves clicking on the ground. Pebbles on the ground were broken into crumbs under their hooves. The crowd of horses sounded like rumbling thunder.

The people riding on these tall horses carried long metal spears, their armours glinting in the sun. With their cold faces, everyone felt a gust of cold wind as they passed. Winter had passed and the temperatures had risen. Yet the sight of these people sent chills down their backs.

Many people used this path so there were fewer weeds and trees blocking their paths. The ground was flat and it was good for carriages. Tribal trade teams often used this path. However, this path was narrow. Even large trading parties had to rearrange their formations when they passed. Two tribes would not be able to pass at the same time unless one team walked off the path on the grass.

There was a group of traders from some tribe ahead. The person on the horse urged his horse ahead, waving his spear as they sprinted ahead, his sharp spearhead piercing the wind coldly at anyone in its path.

“Move, move!” everyone shouted, their carriages and animals moving aside. All they could do was avoid these people.

The traders were scared of this group. Any courage would disappear.

These people were cold and violent.

These people were fast, Due to the abrupt turn, a wagon filled with goods was almost tipped over because of a rock on the ground. Some goods fell on the ground but the traders had to leave it behind. A young man wanted to go pick it up but an older member dragged him by his shirt.

Rumble---

The horses arrived, their spears charging with a gust of wind. A spear brushed by the young man. Every hair on his stood on end in the face of such violence. These people were ready to sweep everything in their paths. The young man stood frozen as if he was going to shatter any time.

To these people on horses, everything in their way, including people and objects, were the enemy,

Kill! Destroy!

The persin front waved his spear with a twist of his wrist. It growled like an animal about to pounce.

Whoosh!

The goods on the ground were swept aside. However, the swipe was too strong so the sack tore and its contents spilt mid-air. Pieces of fabric fluttered.

However, no one dared say a word or check on their goods. If they approached, they would be impaled with a spear. These people were strong. If they were impaled, they’d either lose a limb or die.

No one dared walk before they did. Everyone just waited until the riders were definitely gone. They’d just seen one of the riders stab his spear at a guy! That gesture meant ‘get the hell out of my way’ and ‘die’!

This was nature! If you weren’t strong enough, you’d have to make way.

When they were gone, the trading party slowly got on the path once again.

“Who were they?” asked someone.

“Didn’t you see the words on their banner?” said an elderly member. “They’re likely from King City.”

“The aristocrats? What are they going to do, all suited up like that?” Everyone shuddered. Which unfortunate tribe provoked the city? They rarely saw the aristocrats mobilise troops like that.

“Who knows.” They discussed along the way, wondering who the soldiers were going to attack. They would ask the people in the city.

On the path, there were several carriages adorned with patterned silk.

A large beast resembling a white rhinoceros with multiple horns pulled a carriage. Inside, there were several people dressed in luxurious clothing. In the middle, sitting on a cushion was a young-looking male. However, his hair was silver-white.

The young man had a square wooden board before him. There were squares and circles drawn on it, seven white jades scattered on them. Every piece of jade was shiny.

“Yi Zong, how was the reading?” asked a young girl in exquisite leather impatiently.