"It's a sand bandit, hurry up, run!" Eric, the merchant, got on his horse, cut the rope of one of the carts, and then the other horses started running wildly pulling the goods.
Eric is an old desert trader. There are twelve people in his caravan, all of whom are veterans. He travels on this trade road all year round. He knows every sand dune, every outer Gobi, and every oasis. , more familiar with the habits of sand thieves on the commercial road, and can safely avoid the sand thieves every time.
There was no way, if he couldn't escape, his caravan would have dispersed long ago, and it would be difficult to keep his head around his neck.
Despite this, Eric still brought some 'tributes', which were all necessities that Sha Pirates liked, such as hemorrhoid cream, sunburn ointment, Bucha needle and thread aphrodisiacs, etc. The prices were not high, but Sha Pirates were special. like.
Such tributes are packed in a separate car. If necessary, just throw the car away and let the sand thieves fight for it.
Some sand thieves who like long flowing water stopped chasing him when they saw how good he was.
Relying on this method, Eric escaped from being chased by sand pirates several times, but the situation has changed a bit recently.
First of all, the number of sand bandits on the trade road has increased, as if most of the sand bandits in the entire desert have gathered in this area. Eric has encountered sand bandits three times along the way.
This is very abnormal. You must know that because of his rich experience, he always avoids the main roads along the way, such as between two oases or water sources. The straight line distance is the shortest. Caravans like to go back and forth on this straight line. Sand bandits also like to rob there.
So he will take a detour to avoid this straight line, which will take longer but is safer.
Of course, only an experienced old trader like him has such courage. In the long desert, there are no markers. If you accidentally miss a water source or an oasis, death is likely to be waiting for the caravan.
But now, he has taken a detour and encountered three groups of sand thieves. How much sand thieves were caught on the straight trade road?
The first two times they used the horse's speed to run away, but the third time the horse couldn't run any better and had to leave the tribute cart.
However, the sand thieves rushed to the tribute car, looked around, and then chased after it, shouting something while chasing.
Eric didn't listen carefully and kept his head buried in the horse racing. His caravan consisted of three horses and one cart. The surface of the wheels was solidified with hysteresis technology, so it would not easily sink into the sand when traveling quickly.
This is the most cost-effective desert wheel solution and is full of folk wisdom. Who would have thought that the magic originally used to delay the movement of objects can have such a magical effect in the sand.
Perhaps it was the tribute car that slowed down the Sand Bandits' movement or something else. Eric's caravan quickly got rid of the Sand Bandits. At this time, he turned around and asked his companions: "What were those Sand Bandits shouting just now?" ?”
Behind him, a companion who was wrapped in a cloak, wrapped himself tightly, and even covered his eyes with gauze, responded: "They said they don't want aphrodisiacs, but water. Give them water, and they can buy it with money. "
"Hey, I believe he is a big-headed ghost. These guys are so bad, why do they still spend money to buy things? I have never heard of sand pirates paying money to buy things. They must be trying to trick us into stopping, kill us all, and steal everything. Let's go." Eric cursed bitterly.
"There are not many of them. If you want, I can kill them all." The cloaked companion said without emotion.
"Don't, don't, don't kill at every turn. We are merchants, and we must act according to the rules of merchants. Counteroffers should be counter-offered, tribute should be paid, tribute should be paid, and profits should be divided. Money, one person There's no way to make enough money, so it's a long-term solution for everyone to make money together. Without these sand thieves, who would I sell these expensive goods to?" Eric persuaded earnestly.
Sand thieves increase the danger of trade routes and increase the transportation costs of caravans, which naturally pushes up the price of goods. A truck of goods can be sold for four or five times the previous price. We encountered so many sand thieves this time. It’s too dangerous and the price needs to be raised.
When Doupeng's accomplice heard the last part, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Profiteer."
In the distance, I saw people moving in the sand dunes in front of me. They were wearing white turbans and riding camels, the typical dress of sand people.
"Why are there sand people here? There is no oasis nearby. Are the sand bandits fishing?" Eric stopped his horse immediately and watched from a distance.
The sand people in the distance also saw Eric and his party, and immediately alerted them. Several sand people immediately swarmed up the dunes and looked over with vigilance.
Perhaps after seeing clearly the costumes and trucks of Eric and his party, they quickly relaxed their vigilance. Except for the original first one, the rest of the group returned to the back of the dune.
This reaction is a normal reaction of sand people. Eric quickly took another horse and rode there with one person and two horses. If the other party was a sand bandit fishing, he would easily run away with one person and two horses. If the other party was indeed a Shamin, that's like meeting a customer.
When the other party saw that he was coming, he also put down his hand from the handle of the knife. Especially when he saw Eric raising his hands, the sand people also raised their hands in the same way, which meant that there was no hostility.
The two sides soon got close enough to talk, and the sand people asked loudly: "Caravan?"
"Caravan!" Eric responded loudly.
"Where to go!"
“Oasis of Hope!”
"We just, what did we bring?"
"Tea oil iron pot, acupuncture and medicine book cloth."
"Are there any seeds?"
"What? Seeds? What seeds? What are you doing with that thing?"
"No, no, no, it's nothing. It's just that the children at home are curious and want to see the plant seeds that are not available in the oasis. Forget it if they are not available."
What is Eric? The treacherous desert trader could see at a glance that the sand people were not telling the truth, so he immediately paid attention and asked: "What about you? What are you doing here?"
"You are lucky to have the road repaired. Once the road is repaired, you will be able to reach the oasis much faster in the future." The sand people responded.
"Building roads? You..." Eric wanted to beat the sand people's heads on the spot. He was talking nonsense. Building roads in the desert? Who is so stupid as to come up with such a reason? If you lie to others, you can lie to them. Can you respect the person who is being lied to? Would anyone with a brain believe this kind of lie?
"You don't believe it?" When Sha Min saw Eric's expression, he immediately became anxious: "If you don't believe it, come and see for yourself."
Eric cautiously leaned toward the edge of the dune and looked down.
I saw a road extending from the end of the distant horizon to the bottom of the sand dunes. At the front of the road, two 'human' magicians were casting spells, constantly shooting magic into the sand. After reaching the saturation level, it suddenly sank. The sand just collapsed into a flat, solid sandstone road.
On both sides of the sandstone road, sand people carried strips of straw mats, spread them on the sand at regular intervals, and poured water on them.
On the paved road, one carriage after another came and went, constantly bringing water and straw mats, and spreading them on both sides of the road. Judging from the skillful movements of the sand people, it was obvious that they had repeated the same action many times.
"It's...really paving the way. Are you crazy?" Eric said in disbelief.
Sha Min pulled out half of his saber with a clang and cursed: "Who are you scolding!?"
"No, no, no, misunderstanding. I mean, if you build a road in the desert, it will be covered by sand dunes in a few days." Eric apologized quickly and changed his mind.
He also realized that he had said the wrong thing, because the two magicians who were casting spells and repairing the road were obviously extremely powerful. A long stretch of road could be completed without even taking a breath. He actually called such a magician a lunatic. He really didn't want to live long.
Sand Min also knew that he had made a mistake, otherwise the knife would not have been drawn out only half way.
"Then you don't understand. Have you seen those straw mats? If they are laid at certain intervals, the sand dunes on both sides of the road will not be able to climb over." Sandman introduced proudly.
"But if you just lay it out like this, aren't you afraid that it will die in the sun tomorrow? The roots won't even have time to take root." Eric said worriedly.
"Don't be afraid, we have the immortal god here, these grasses won't die in the sun." Sha Min said proudly, patting his chest.
"Ah? Immortal?" Eric reacted immediately. Is it the immortal he thought of?
"Yes, it's the immortal that makes plants thrive and survives no matter how hard it is exposed to the sun." Sha Min said.
Hey hey hey, are you mistaken? Is this what 'immortality' means? This is what you call 'the sun won't die'.
The word immortal was a bit sensitive. Eric didn't even dare to argue with the sand people. He just asked the sand people if he could let his caravan come over. After receiving permission, he gestured to his companions in the distance and then continued to look at him. Throw it onto the road.
"Huh? Baby dragons? Four?" Only then did Eric notice that three baby dragons and a little girl were fighting back and forth on the road. The fourth baby dragon was quarreling with the one of the two magicians who had his nostrils turned upward. .
"You said you sold yourself for two years. Did you just lie around and eat and drink for free during these two years without working?" Nigris scolded Bruske confidently.
Bruske was panting from exhaustion, and said a little less forcefully: "I thought when you said selling yourself, you just moved your mouth like you, and a strong enemy came and beat the enemy away."
"What do you mean? You're mocking me for only using my mouth, right? Do you believe that I let Diphtheria beat your son." Nigris glared.
Diphtheria was naturally the silver dragon egg. It inherited its mother's characteristics and had a few white scales on its throat, so according to custom, it also inherited its mother's name, but the little diphtheria was male.
The silver dragon is a melee dragon, and the golden dragon is a magic dragon. If they are of the same size, the golden dragon will always be the one who gets beaten.
Bruske was so angry that he stared at him. Faced with the rogue ancestor of the dragon clan, he, the leader of the clan, had no other good solution except blowing his dragon beard and staring.
Grandma Neali is already old enough, and Nigris is even older. Besides the legendary dragon god, he is the only dragon in the dragon clan that can light the divine fire. His prestige is frighteningly high.
If Nigris is willing to return to the dragon clan, there's really no telling who the dragons will listen to.
After being angry for a while, Bruske said helplessly: "Then you shouldn't lie to me."
"Why did I lie to you? Did you say so yourself? You will do as much work as Ange does. Did you say so yourself?" Nigris said confidently.
"I..., I..." Brusque was choked and speechless. Yes, these words were said by him, but who would have thought that Ange was a pervert.
I originally thought that I was a powerful person in truth, but if others had to work hard for a year, it could do it with one or two magic spells. As long as others could do the work, it would definitely be able to do it easily.
Who would have thought that this Master Ange could do it from morning to night, from night to morning, 24 hours a day without stopping, and he could do it better than those disposable slaves.
Ange will do as much as he does. Oh my god, why would I say such a stupid thing? !
"Eh? A caravan is coming?? Come on, come on, call them down and let them try this road. Is it good?" Nigris spotted Eric and his party on the dunes and gave instructions quickly.
Nealli is the god of the sand people. Although she failed to ignite the divine fire, everyone is no less devoted to it. And as Negris's nominal spouse, what does that mean? Divine husband?
After hearing the priest's instructions, the sand people quickly invited Eric and others down.
As soon as he stepped on the sandstone road, Eric was keenly aware that the desert might be changing. If the people who built this road in front of him did not have enough strength and time to guard this road, then in the future, the people around this road would There will definitely be no shortage of bloodshed.
This road will greatly shorten the time for caravans to go to the oasis. The journey that originally took twelve days may only take two or three days after the road is completed.
In the future, detours like his will be impossible. Others only need two or three days to complete the journey, but it takes him more than ten days. It is impossible for the caravan to survive.
Walking along the road, you must face the sand pirates. These two powerful magicians have the ability to build such a road, but do they have time to protect it?
For a moment, thousands of thoughts surged into Eric's mind, but when he looked up, he found that everyone's attention was not on him, but on the tightly wrapped companion behind him.
Eric's heart skipped a beat. The secret was not good. Apparently, the two powerful magicians had seen through the identity of his companions.
However, the two magicians didn't seem to be very interested. They looked at it for a few times and then continued their work. The one with his nostrils turned to the sky shouted loudly: "I don't care, I will do another two kilometers and then go to sleep. Don't wake me up." Me, when I wake up, I will make up for whatever is missing."
After saying that, it strode forward and ran directly into the sand. When it stepped down with its bare feet, the sand seemed to be stepped on by invisible big feet, and a large area sank a little.
Step by step, I took the prototype of the road and ran all the way up the sand dunes. When I reached two kilometers away, I turned around and ran back again. The ground was stepped on and sank a little. Repeated this several times, a two-kilometer sandstone road was hardened. It was stepped out alive.
Bruske finally couldn't hold it anymore. Panting, he found an open space, plunged in, and soon sank into the sand.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Bruske has given up. It is more efficient, but consumes more magic power. Although Ange is slow, it is durable. Brusque wins in a short period of time, but as time goes by, Brusque is exhausted and becomes a dead dog. .
Nigris stretched his neck, snorted, turned around and shouted: "Lisa, there is a lich among the guests, please come and entertain him."
Eric and his cloaked companions froze, their hearts in their throats: they have been seen through, what should they do?
What can be done? In the sight of two powerful magicians, he did not dare to do anything. He could only watch a young woman in a black gauze dress coming to them.
"Hey, she's still a little girl?" Lisa said in surprise when she saw the cloaked figure at first sight.
Just die. Anyway, he didn't dare to do anything. Eric took the risk and said openly: "Madam, it may not be good for you to call her a little girl. This lady is already very old."
"Oh, how big is it?" Lisa asked curiously.
"This lady is two hundred years old," Eric said.
"Huh?! That's really not good. I'm over a thousand years old. Calling you a little girl makes you old." Lisa said worriedly.
Phew, you look so tender and tender, how dare you say that you are over a thousand years old? Eric almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Forget it, don't worry about it, kid, take off your towel and let grandma see it." Lisa said enthusiastically.
The cloaked girl hesitated: "No, I don't look good, I'm afraid I'll scare you."
"Haha, haha, business is here. I'm not afraid of your ugliness. Let's learn about the facial cleansing technique." Lisa was as excited as the tauren auntie pulling people in at the door of the temple.
