The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491 Traffic Jam

The road was becoming busier by the minute, to the point that by noon, it almost felt like they were back in the city, with a wagon caravan passing every minute or two. There shouldn't be that many people in the cities nearby, according to the maps that Bruse Temple had shown them. They had seen hundreds of merchants just this morning, and there should have only been a few thousand people in the fifty-kilometre radius around the city. Certainly, not enough to need this many merchants.

In fact, there shouldn't be that many people with merchant as a trade in the entire region.

Then, suddenly, there were no more merchant wagons coming.

[Hawk, what is going on out there? Was it just a morning rush?] Karl asked.

If it was some sort of regional event, like a major market day, it might explain all the people on the road.

[There are more stopped in the distance. I don't know what they're up to. Oh, I see it now. There are Orcs coming from the east. If you keep going, we should meet up with them.]

Hawk didn't see any reason to fear Orcs. They had been quite pleasant every time he had seen them, and they didn't use water magic at all. Not even one little bit.

Karl kept the wagon rolling. If they were going to get delayed, it might as well be chatting with the Orcs, not waiting for an entire tribe to pass by. They were nearly in front of the Orcish tribe when their scouts reached the road.

"You're a merchant?" The young Orcish man asked.

Karl nodded. "We have mostly tools for the Trolls, farming tools. We've got a bit of cleric made food as well, if your tribe wants a trade." "Wait here. Chief Nantucket will speak with you."

Karl nodded, and behind him, he felt the surge of power as the clerics started to make the promised food.

They were creating dry rice and beans, which would keep for a long time, along with some fresh vegetables and a single pie. They had hidden the rest, but they left out one of the sweet potato pies from the market and even heated it so it would still seem fresh, even after being in the wagon all morning.

The Chief and his group were already running their way as Karl stopped the wagon and climbed down to greet them.

"Chief Nantucket. I am Karl." He extended his hand, and the Chieftain shook it with a smile on his face.

"The scout says that you had a Dragon Cleric make you food to trade. How much do you have?" The Orc asked.

Karl took out the rough burlap sack to set on the ground, then carefully took the pie and handed it to Nantucket. "That is a first meeting gift from me to you. Fresh from the markets in Halsearing."

The Chieftain smiled. "Still warm. You know about Orcs."

His tone was approving, and Karl chuckled softly.

"That's the same thing that Chieftain World Smasher said yesterday. His clan is just west of here. The Gods granted them a dungeon trial for one of their boys who wasn't strong enough to claim his mate."

Nantucket laughed. "How can an Orc be too weak to claim his mate?"

Karl smiled and leaned in to stage whisper, as if it was a secret. "He had earned his spot as a warrior, but she very publicly called him out and then beat his ass in a wrestling trial. Quite the woman, he set his sights high."

The Orcs that came with the Chieftain's group were roaring with laughter, and the big Orc clapped Karl on the shoulder.