NovelEnglishChapter 1057 ---- 73.
THE HIGH PACK OF THE SOUTH NARRATOR MEANWHILE...
Still far from the royal pack, Lyra, Drakkar, and their people were struggling to survive.
"Use the oars!" Drakkar shouted to the other warriors, following his mates lead.
"Dont raise the sail, the winds too strong!" Before Lyra could warn him, the animal skin acting as a sail slipped from Lorenzos hands and flew off with the wind.
Lyra was starting to regret crossing this stretch of sea just to reach the High Packs' lands faster.
"I'm sorry," Lorenzo muttered, frowning as he watched the leather drift away, but his hands were bleeding from the cuts caused by the hemp rope.
Nana quickly pulled medicinal herbs from her satchel to help him.
She was now serving as Lyras assistant and healer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as Drakkar was thinking of countermeasures, something happened that changed the course of everything. ---- "What the hell is that?!" Lyra heard the wolves shouting and looked ahead to see a ship far more sophisticated than the simple logs tied together with rope that they were using. "Who are you and what are you doing in the waters of the High Pack of the South?!" They had reached their destination! "We're merchants here to sell our goods!" Drakkar stepped forward, hiding his mate behind his broad back.
He didnt like the way those males were looking at his Lyra at all.
There was movement on the ship, murmured words, and then a decision was made.
"Follow us to solid ground!" So they did, using their rustic oars.
Just by comparing their pitiful boats to that sturdy shipand the warriors clothes, accessories, and aurathey realized how outmatched they were.
Lyra noticed something worse.
Those men had hidden intentions.
Hide the daggers under the furs and shoes without drawing attention, everyone stay alert.
Drakkar, theres going to be ---- trouble.
she warned her man, spotting the shore in the distance.
Right away, she noticed the massive difference between the land they had washed up on before and this part of the continent.
Why would those wolves want to trade with a more primitive pack? Their boats ran aground on the beach and they began unloading the two wagons they had wrapped and covered.
The women stayed in the rear, protected by the men.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want to trade with us?" a warrior approached Drakkar, eyeing him with disdain. But his greedy eyes were subtly checking out Lyra in a different way.
"We brought hides and meat.
We want to buy goods from your pack." "Hides?" He looked at the tribes clothing, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.
"Sure, letinvite you into our special guest wagons.
Lyra looked further and saw a stockade, from which two large wheeled cages were emerging.
These assholes really thought they were stupid.
Apparently, slavery was still a thing on this side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm---- But worsemore warriors cout from inside. Things were getting dangerous.
"We're not getting in your special wagons.
We'll walk.
We'll camp on the edge of the forest." Lyra answered, stepping into her role as the healer.
"Let it be known I tried to be nice..." With a simple hand signal from the warrior, guards feapt at them.
With sharp spears and steel blades but they had no clue these pitiful e folks had hidden weapons. Drakkar lunged at the leader, catching him off guard, no tto react.
He drew a black dagger and shoved it into the mans neck, using him asa shield.
<<Cut off the snakes head» as Lyra had once told him.
Back off or III slit his throat!" he growled at the men who froze in m place, Listen to him damn it, this NO weapons no joke!" the leader yelled, suddenly not looking so brave anymore. The blade pressed into his pulsing vein and cold sweat broke out.
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