The people brought by Valhalla were well-trained soldiers, but they were not panicked at all after being hit like this.

Those who dressed as mercenaries immediately surrounded the convoy, while others quickly pulled their weapons and equipment out of the truck, and instantly set off to face the enemy.

Valhalla crawled out of the pit while stepping on the horse, and spitted a mouthful of blood and a gold tooth on the ground with a "smack". A soldier handed him the sword, and he pulled it out "brushed" and wanted to rush up to teach the group of ignorant robbers a lesson.

But when he saw the number of people on the other side, he immediately retreated. The robbers surrounding them were roughly calculated to be around four or five hundred, nearly twice as many as them.

If it were ordinary bandits, the number of people would be fine. But the group of robbers surrounding them, except that their clothes were too unrestrained, were like the army of professional troops. If this was a fight, although it could not be said to be defeated, it would always be a fierce battle.

The two sides confronted each other. At this time, the group of robbers suddenly heard the conversation between two women behind:

"Haha! Finally caught a caravan! I knew that if I put the Hamburg City in vain, they would run out by themselves! But I waited so hard! Hurry up, see how much money they brought!"

"Your Majesty! Why do I feel like you have become a bandit king!"

The robbers dispersed from the middle, and the two women walked through the crowd one after another. From the robbers' respectful attitude, we can confirm that the woman walking in front was the leader of the group of robbers.

"The trained robber... is certainly from the Pirate Kingdom. Then the leader is still a woman. Could it be... the legendary 'Triumph'???"

Valhalla almost knelt down for Ella on the spot. It is said that the true body of this "Triumph" is a black dragon. Two years ago, Ragna besieged her with thirteen elves-level magicians, but she easily defeated her. Not only that, she defeated the sword saint on Antilia with one hand, and slaughtered the city of Bryces in the Seven Hills Empire alone, and the crowbar in her hand weighed 103,500 pounds...

"Listen, after I give my order, we will all rush outwards. We will not want this goods!" Valhalla whispered to a companion beside him. Valhalla is a quarantine officer, mainly responsible for trade and preparation of materials. Although that companion is nominally an adjutant, he actually manages the soldiers.

Unexpectedly, the adjutant shook his head repeatedly: "Just give up the goods directly? Duke Otto will punish us!"

Valhalla whispered: "What do you know! As long as we can survive from the 'Triumph', it will be a huge miracle!"

Seeing that the adjutant still shook his head, Valhalla turned his eyes and said, "The Triumph appeared outside Hamburg City. Do you think it's really just here to rob? We must convey this important news to Duke Otto! For this, we must rush out alive!"

The adjutant was finally convinced. He made a gesture to the soldiers around him. The soldier understood it and made the same gesture to another soldier around him. The gestures were passed one after another, and soon everyone knew the content of Valhalla's command.

Ella walked all the way to Valhalla, cleared her throat, and was about to say something, but Valhalla seized the opportunity of her soldiers being relaxed and waved her hand. The soldiers under his hands shouted loudly and protruded in the same direction!

The soldiers under Ella received the order that they could not hurt people. Valhalla led his troops to break through, and they were at a loss and were soon torn a hole. Valhalla and the others ran out of the hole, leaving Ella in a daze as they watched the goods left behind.

"...I've finished listening to me. I'm really here to trade. Hello! Just run away, just bring your goods with you! Are the merchants of the Almany Federation protected by geckos?"

"Your Majesty, these goods are filled with some weapons and equipment. They were almost the same when they were in the port before. Is there a famous weapon origin nearby?"

"Don't bother with it! I don't want to continue to help them manage the goods, so I'll throw it here and ask whoever I love! Go and catch the next caravan, and I must sell the goods this time!"

The second one to suffer was the caravan of Freavone, the number one rich businessman in Hamburg.

When he first found himself surrounded, Freman, the head of the caravan, stood up arrogantly, trying to send Ella and her soldiers at the price of one hundred fins per person, that is, Nomisma.

"Don't be too greedy, one hundred fin, that's 2.25 grams of gold, you can almost buy a pig. There's a lot of it." Freman said, "Think clearly, this is Freavone's caravan. If he angers him, a large number of mercenaries will come to uproot your base!"

This is not the first time Freman has encountered a robber. In this world, even the vicious robbers will give in when they hear Freavone's name.

Unexpectedly, the robbers in front of him seemed to have no idea of ​​Freavone at all. One of the irritable men grabbed Freman's neckline and picked him up, cursing: "Our boss said he is here to trade. Are you deaf or didn't hear it?"

“Trade, trade?”

Freman could judge his origin at a glance by his appearance. But the man was wearing a precious Toga, but there was a scar under his eyes. He kept spitting saliva while talking, which made Freman unable to tell who he was.

"Damn, don't you understand human words, do you? Trade! How much money do you have? Answer me!"

Freman wiped the saliva that had been sprayed on his face, thinking that he was over, afraid that he would not have met a group of madmen. He had no way to reason with the madmen. He was really afraid that his life would be lost. Thinking of this in his heart, his voice began to tremble: "Probably... there are about two thousand, no, two thousand four hundred Nomisma!"

"Two thousand four hundred Nomisma? I bought eight hundred cows. I didn't bring so much goods." Ella pondered for a while, and suddenly clapped her hands, "Why do you come to our camp to see our goods?"

When Freman was even more panicked when he heard Ella wanted to tie him to their camp, he shook his head and shouted, "No...no, I have an urgent matter, I will give you all 2,400 Nomisma! Sell me some goods at will...No, no, I don't want any goods!"

The strong man carrying Freman shook his hand and slapped him in the face: "What are you shouting? The boss is here for trade! What does it mean to not have goods? Then we are here to rob?"

Freman was about to cry: "Please rob me, I really have something urgent to do, I can't go to your camp..."

"Well, let's forget about it if there is an urgent matter." Ella said, "We only have enough goods to sell 200 Nomisma, so we only trade these shares."

Hearing Ella say this, the robbers immediately used a cart to push out a cart of goods. Seeing Freman standing there motionless, they pried open Freman's cash box on their own, counted out two hundred Normysmas from it and handed it to Ella.

"It's all good fur and honey wine. If you think it's good, come to Stadt to have a look. There's still a bunch of them there!"
Chapter completed!