In July, on the avenue of the northwest Monster province, a group of four knights were marching on horseback.

"Bend, you didn't say you were going to Litt Prairie." Locke, who was walking in the front of the four, said powerlessly.

"If you want to get something like blood essence, don't think about it in the empire." Bend didn't care about Locke's complaints at all.

"Yes, just treat it as a holiday." Raphael said on the side.

"It just happened to see the scenery of the Litt Prairie." This is Gauss.

The only two people who planned to get blood semen were Locke and Bend. Unexpectedly, when the two made an appointment to meet, they met Raphael and Gauss one after another on the road by chance.

The two rich children, Raphael and Gauss, did not accompany them for blood and essence at all. Just like the trial missions I participated in before, simply to understand the boredom.

The four of them had developed good friendships in the Kingdom of Osdale for several months, so after meeting halfway through, they decided to go to the Litzerland together.

The Gorite Prairie is located outside the northwestern border of the Omor Empire. It was originally a barren land, but from what age, a group of nomadic people settled there. After being raising and ploughing, it gradually developed into a large prairie.

Now, in addition to two or three nomadic kingdoms, most areas are dominated by countless barbarian tribes.

The destination of their trip was a barbarian tribe who had some friendship with the Bend family on the Litz Prairie.

"Are you really sure that that barbarian tribe has blood essence?" The person who spoke was Raphael. He was the best family of the four. A treasure like blood essence is optional to him, but if he can really get it, it would be a good thing.

No one thinks that the money is too much.

"Well, my father is Chief Shabilli's life-saving benefactor, and a little blood sperm can be traded." Bend smiled.

Raphael nodded. It was indeed true that on the Litz Prairie, some powerful tribes would raise giant beasts, and blood essence was produced by these giant beasts.

"Do you want to call some guards to accompany you?" asked Gauss. His family was in a province northwest of the Omor Empire. With a command, it was easy to pull two or three hundred guards.

"Forget it, it's not good to arouse suspicion." Locke said. Although he didn't know what the relationship between the Bend family and the barbarian tribe was, taking soldiers with him would definitely arouse the fear of the leader of the tribe, especially if the tribe was not big.

The four knights are all of the strength of mid-level attendants, so they are not weak in combat power when they go out, so it is not very dangerous to just go to a tribe on the Litt Prairie.

A group of four people walked through the northwest Gobi Desert and walked out of the Imperial Border Army Station. A green grassland appeared in their sight.

"Wow, it's more beautiful than the grasslands in the empire." Raphael exclaimed. He has traveled a lot, but this is the first time he has come to Litt's Prairie, which is also the main reason why he joined this team to trade blood sperm.

"Let's go, Chief Shabilli and his tribe are two weeks away from the grassland border!" Bend held a rough map in his hand and rode his horse in front.

Two days later, dozens of yurts appeared on both sides of an emerald green river valley.

Locke has seen a lot of this lifestyle of the grassland people in the past half month, but as soon as the tribe approached, Locke looked at the huge shadow by the riverside and was stunned.

"That's it?" Locke pointed to the strange creature that looked like a like a deer, a deer, a huge body and a one-horned one.

The yurt of seven or eight meters is only at the neck of the giant beast. In terms of body length, the giant beast is probably close to ten meters.

This is the physical body that Locke has seen so far second only to the existence of the two-level monster scorpion dragon in the Mofi Forest.

"Truemon, have you never seen it!" Bend smiled and patted Locke's shoulder. He was very satisfied with Locke's expression, which was exactly the same as his first time seeing the Lockemon.

Raphael and Gauss were also amazed. They had only seen advanced monsters like Trumont in the book archives of the Imperial Academy Library, and this was the first time they had faced them personally.

In the afternoon, four knights from the Omore Empire were warmly welcomed by the people of this tribe. Bend should have been here several times before. These savages were not unfamiliar with him and welcomed Bend's arrival with their special courtesy.

When the chief of the tribe appeared, the strong man, who was nearly 2.5 meters tall, surprised Locke again. This was probably the strongest man Locke had seen at the moment, no doubt.

The arm alone was about to catch up with the thickness of his thighs, and he was just a human-shaped monster.

The personality of this chief Sabili is as rough as his appearance.

"To thank you for your arrival, our tribe will hold a bonfire party tonight!" Chief Shabilli said to Bend with a smile.

The grassland language always has a serious dialect twist. Locke has experienced it these days. Fortunately, Chief Shabilli's voice is loud, and Locke is not worried about not understanding what it means. Only then did he feel that Bend seems to be very important to Chief Shabilli's tribe.

Before the bonfire party started, Rock took the opportunity to call Bend out alone and asked.

"Oh, Chief Shabilis' tribe experienced three wars last year. They urgently needed new supplies to appease the people and intimidate other tribes. This time I represent our family and trade with Chief Shabilis' tribe!" Bend said directly.

"Did you bring the Golden Moore I asked you to bring?" Bend asked.

Locke then remembered that Bend had asked him to bring enough money before.

"There are quite a lot." Locke hesitated and agreed. He actually didn't have much money, but there were many things in the space ring that were quite valuable. Whether it was the fur and blood of the monster, some potions, or disposable magic props purchased from Bili's house, I believe they were quite popular in this tribe.

"Then don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory amount of blood semen!" Bend squeezed a smile at Locke.

"Our top priority now is to enjoy tonight's dance!" He has been to Chief Sabilli's tribe many times before, and the exotic party always made him, the Imperial Knight, obsessed with it.

The night bonfire party did not disappoint Bend. The guy disappeared when it was dark. Locke noticed that he had been mingling with two tall female barbarians before this.

In fact, it is a bit discriminatory to call these grassland people a barbarians, because except for being a little taller than ordinary people in the Omore Empire and slightly yellower in their skin, there is no other difference overall. Even from Locke's aesthetic point of view, female grassland people are healthier and more beautiful than most Omore women.

This is probably the main reason why Bend is addicted to it.

Raphael and Gauss are not much worse than Bend. Perhaps the people of this tribe saw that they were with Bend and their attitude was extremely enthusiastic. Three or four grassland women had already thrown their arms and hugged them.

These two noble guys did not refuse, and Raphael was already touching him.

"Hello!" A crappy Omor Empire greeting appeared in Locke's ear. Locke turned his head and saw a grassland woman who was not much taller than the others was standing in front of him.

"Hello!" Locke replied in imperial language. He had not learned a lot of grassland dialects yet, so he would not be ugly.

This woman knows a little bit of the Omor Empire language. After chatting for a few casual words, Locke already knew that she was sent by people from the tribe to make friends with him, the imperial nobleman, but Locke was not interested in doing things like Raphael and others.

"Can you tell me about that big guy?" Rock pointed to the giant black shadow in the night.

"Oh, that's Trumon, the guardian of our Ameda tribe." The woman introduced, her voice was a little more solemn than before. It seemed that Trumon was really important to their tribe.

"Is it provided the blood essence?" Locke asked bluntly, pointing at the big guy.

What are the four of them here? I believe that the people in this tribe know it well, so Locke didn't go around the corner and asked directly.

The woman gritted her teeth and said hard, "Yes!"

The producer of blood essence must be a creature with strong qi and blood. In one afternoon, Locke looked at the hundreds of people in this small tribe. Apart from the Chief Sabili, the only one left was the True beast.

He had never heard that humans can produce blood and sperm, so it must be a Truemon, but Locke was curious about this woman, also called Truemon as the guardian.

Because blood essence contains the source of qi and blood of a creature, the more it loses, the more it is not far from death. Generally speaking, it kills powerful creatures and then seizes the blood essence in its atrium. It is really rare to raise it like this.

"Our True beast is almost at the other side." The woman sighed and stopped talking.

After staying in the grassland for half a month, Locke knew that people in this place were used to calling the place where people went after death the other side. From this we can see that the True beast was probably not good.

Judging from the daytime, although it was far away, Locke did not notice any signs of weakness in the True Beast. If this was about to reach the other side, then how strong the True Beast would be in its heyday? What happened to Locke.

I don’t know if I felt the surprise in Locke’s heart. In the darkness, the True beast lying on the riverside suddenly raised its long neck and a long sound of "Iwoo~" sounded so loud that it caused the water in the riverside to fluctuate.

The grassland people who were playing around the bonfire stopped laughing and crawled on the ground with devout expressions.

Careful Locke found that there seemed to be a tear in the corners of these grassland people's eyes.

He looked at the huge figure not far away thoughtfully, lowered his head again, and curled up into a ball.

It took a long time before the bonfire party around the yurts rekindled laughter and joy.
Chapter completed!