In addition, all kinds of sophisticated weapons and equipment were placed in conspicuous places, making everyone look more like bandits than businessmen.

These are all suspicious enough, but they are also scary.

The outposts of the Sashan tribe all ride a kind of mount called "Moa", which is an omnivorous bipedal chocobo that lives in the desert. Because it has wide forked claws, it can move in the sand.

It won't collapse when walking on the ground and its steps are as fast as flying.

In just a moment, the SaShan wandering sentry arrived in front of the caravan. Seeing the people who were dressed slightly strangely but obviously difficult to get along with, the leader of this group of SaShan elf warriors made a hidden gesture behind his back, and he asked the team to

A few of them left first and asked more people to come over, and then they opened their mouth for questioning.

The language of the desert elves is quite different from the lingua franca of this world. Ques, who was too lazy to use the art of glib, simply asked Brachi in the team to come forward to negotiate.

The young blue dragon looked at the dozens of moa knights who vaguely surrounded the caravan in the center. He found that the weapons used by these desert elves were quite primitive. Not only the arrow clusters of bows and the tips of spears, but even the weapons in the hands of some knights.

The scimitars he held were all polished from flint.

This is actually the norm. Except for the human city-states of the Medici Empire, which have the ability to smelt iron and forge steel, other tribes in the desert rarely see steel weapons.

Often only those with extremely noble status or particularly brave and skilled warriors are qualified to obtain an iron scimitar. Like the three ogre brothers that Ques met in the first place, equipped with relatively sophisticated equipment, it can be said that

It's very few.

As a desert elf, Brachi naturally had no problem communicating with those Sashan wandering sentries. Under his careful concealment, the other party did not notice that the words of this fellow tribe had some accents from the Salem tribe, the sworn enemy of the Sashan tribe.

It was very clear that I and others were not like the "tongue pullers" of the caravan at all, and they did not bother to explain this problem.

In fact, he also repeatedly emphasized that this team is not a businessman, but a group of mercenary warriors who rely on their true skills and are extremely honorable. This is a job often done by wandering warriors in the desert, but they occasionally make guest appearances under special circumstances.

Some are just sand bandits. The desert elves do not reject the warrior order, and some small tribes themselves are also engaged in this kind of work.

After receiving a reasonable explanation, the leader of the outpost recognized the identity of Ques and others. Of course, this was also due to Brachi's secret handing over a small bag of broken silver. After the alert was lifted, the outpost team dispersed one after another, leaving only the leader, including

The two riders included "escorted" the team to the oasis.

Brachi told him that after replenishing water and buying food, he and others would bypass the central lake and go to the other side of the oasis to camp and rest for a night, and then leave immediately to ensure that there would be no trouble.

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In order to show his sincerity, he once again gave the outpost captain a small bag of broken silver as a reward for serving as a shopping guide for the team.

With money to clear the way, the six-headed sand rhinoceros carried everyone smoothly towards the oasis where the Royal Court of Sashan was located.

At this time, the blazing sun on the horizon almost completely disappeared. The prisoners who were released from the prison fence were pushed by the warriors towards the outskirts of the oasis. If they resisted at all, they would be beaten with scabbards.

A dozen vultures that are already familiar with this place are already circling in the sky, waiting for the opportunity to land and taste the dinner given by death.

Unlike them flying in the sky, the sand hyenas who were also attracted to the "dinner" and came uninvited were ruthlessly expelled by the samurai because they considered the presence of dignitaries and the children who might come to join in the fun.

Riding a black six-legged horse, the chief of the Sashan tribe came here from the golden tent with his attendant warriors. This desert elf nobleman cherished this opportunity to appear in front of his tribe. He was over seven years old.

He was still sitting on the horse with his back straight.

The carefully groomed gray-white beard highlights his wisdom, and the tall and solemn guard warriors highlight his majesty.

But what makes him most satisfied is the rusty ancestral armor on his body. But as long as a knowledgeable weapons expert like Ogre Nalu comes closer and takes a closer look, he will find that the rust is actually a kind of

The waxy texture took quite a while to render.

"Put on this armor, the future King of Sashan." These were the words of his grandfather teasing him. Looking back now, it made the desert elf chief have endless aftertaste: "Seeing my poor appearance, the people of the tribe will love me.

Me, this is my flag."

Of course, if you want to become a qualified king, it is not enough just to be loved by the people. Respect is also an indispensable helper for the ruler. At this time, he came to personally execute the execution, just to harvest the reverence and chop off other people's heads.

The way.

This harvesting method is simple and efficient. Just say a word and someone will do the work for you, but this is only for Chief Sashan himself.

For Epicurus, who was tied to death and kneeling on the hard gravel, this method was not easy. After all, no one would be willing to use his or her head to make a wedding dress for others. He was just being controlled by others, and was

Wearing a chew, the big businessman couldn't even speak a complete word, let alone raise his own objections.

In fact, this is indeed Chief Sashan's over-worry. At this time, the big businessman did not have any courage to curse his unkindness. If Epicurus were to speak, the first sentence he said would definitely be to praise Chief Sashan.

, and then he will immediately ask for a donation agreement, and he will dedicate all his assets to Sa Shen, a great desert elf tribe, to fight against the fierce and cruel Salem invaders.

"Elves of SaShan, what should we do in the face of insults from others?" The voice magician serving beside made the voice of the king of SaShan amplify a hundred times, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every tribesman who stopped to watch.

middle.

"Answer with a machete!", "Let them apologize with blood!"... one after another, the voices came together.

Chief Sashan, who was riding on his horse, continued to ask: "Is this a just move?" "It's extremely just!" The desert elves present cheered in unison.

Shaking off the saddle and dismounting, the old elf showed off his still vigorous skills. He took two steps, grabbed the scimitar from the hands of the warrior who was about to execute him, and raised it high above his head: "Let the Sashan tribe's

Chief, the nemesis of the Sand Lizards, the Killer of Salem, your king, can I personally ask for an apology for you?"

"Excellent!" "Excellent!" "Extremely correct!"...

"I'll lend you your head, my old friend."
Chapter completed!