Chapter 482 - Team King City
Chapter 482
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.
“Alright, I understand. You may go.” The girl waved him away like she was swatting at a fly.
He took a deep breath and leapt out of the carriage.
When he left, she frowned. “He’s lying!”
“I told you the Flaming Horns aren’t as scary as the rumours tell. They’re just exaggerated for the sake of sparking anger against them. As for the incident at the city gate, it must be some secret technique. That Shao Xuan guy shouldn’t be that strong.” The young man leaned sideways, crossing his arms. “So what if the Fox chief is lying? As long as we obtain our goals.”
Whoosh!
The sound of fluttering wings could be heard outside the carriage.
The people inside perked up and opened the curtains. A striped bird flew in. There was a thin leather scroll on its claw.
They opened the scroll carefully and read it.
After reading, Yi Zong said, “Qingfeng failed. They’ve given Flaming Horn’s location to the Night Tribe.”