Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 537 55 Poisonous Scorpion Tribe (3)

The convoy of the Hash Caravan drove in from the gate of the Poisonous Scorpion Tribe like a silver stream of water.

The life of free people in the Black Desert is very safe compared to the outside world.

Unlike the city of Memphis, which borders Mediterranean civilization, the free people gathering place deep in the Black Desert does not need an army or even a city wall.

Because animals in the desert also rely on this oasis.

Over thousands of years, free people have discovered that leaving a gap in the oasis is far better than sealing off the water source with a wall.

After losing the water source, the desperate creatures will attack the wooden walls built by the free people even more crazily. This is completely worth the loss.

When the porters, laborers and bachelors in the team, who were walking in the desert for the first time, were wandering around and marveling at the exquisite architectural murals of the desert residents, a trace of worry appeared on the brow of security captain Abdullah Sahe.

"Boss, have you noticed?"

"I know."

"Don't make any noise yet."

Before Sahe could finish what he said, Old Harsh interrupted him directly. The problems that Sahe can find cannot escape his eyes. He had already noticed the clues when he approached the Lante Oasis.

(Where have all the young people in the Poisonous Scorpion tribe gone?)

(How come the remaining members of this tribe are some old people?)

21 years ago, Harsh had the privilege of witnessing a war between free people. The followers of Anubis living in the Mbia Oasis and the followers of Amun living in the saltwater basin launched a bloody war for the right to rule the free people.

The outbreak of the Free People's War was a blessing from heaven for caravan traders like Old Hash.

In the months that the war lasted, the prices of steel, cotton, medicine, and food increased 10-20 times.

When the killings were complete, a small number of free people even began to engage in activities that violated the precepts of their ancestors. They went deep into the tombs of the elders, took out ancient relics and sold them to caravan merchants in order to obtain the capital to win the war.

Before the outbreak of this war, the Hashma Gang had been in a state of indifference. Taking advantage of this opportunity to make money, Old Hash jumped between the two major forces. He entered the Black Desert three times in a row for the first time in a year, and exchanged a total of more than 6,000 dinar gold coins.

It was with this pot of gold that he was able to buy a shop on the busiest commercial street in Constantinople, and gradually began to gain a foothold in the aristocratic circle.

Profits are usually directly linked to risk.

Selling war supplies in the cracks between the wars between the two sides can certainly make huge profits, but after all, it is also a business of walking a tightrope with your head up.

Once the free people discover that he has provided weapons to both forces at the same time, this duplicitous behavior will definitely arouse the resentment of the high-ranking priests.

Abdullah Sah, who was born in the military, had just entered the village and couldn't help but recall the war ten years ago.

The freedmen's village during the war was exactly what they saw at this time, with young people disappearing in large numbers and the streets empty. Occasionally, a few faces poked out from the door panels and windows on the left and right, all of them were elderly people or young children.

"Brother Sahe, cheer up," Old Hash whispered.

"Don't forget that in the city of Memphis, Batulu said that no caravan traders have successfully returned from the depths of the desert in the past three months.

There's been so much weirdness along the way that I feel a little numb now

Eyes widened, ears perked.

Don’t be eliminated by this piece of yellow sand! "

Along with the sense of crisis, there was a faint excitement in my heart that came from unknown sources.

Even though he admits it, after many years, he actually began to enjoy the feeling that was always full of slight crisis.

The vast majority of caravan merchants only care about how much profit they can make from a journey.

However, for Old Hash, the huge excitement brought by successfully leading the team into the desert, discovering problems, and solving them was far more attractive to him than hundreds of gold coins.

If he can be the first caravan to return from the Black Desert in half a year.

If he could sell all the large quantities of goods he carried

The merchants of Memphis would worship him as a god, and they would tell his story when they returned to Constantinople.

Old Hash couldn't imagine how much his reputation in the business circle would increase.

Maybe he could even try to run for Chamber of Commerce!

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Among the caravan traders, the only ones who may be worried at this time are Lao Hash and Sahe. In sharp contrast to them are the porters and Byzantine scholars in the team.

The excitement for both comes from completely different perspectives.

Within the academic city, the bachelors can only rely on ancient scrolls, relics, and the oral reports of a few free slaves to study ancient civilizations.

According to a commonly used saying among scholars in the Eastern Land: What you learn on paper will eventually make you realize it, but you will definitely know that you have to do it in detail.

If you want to thoroughly understand your research direction, taking a field trip is always the best way.

Lunt Oasis is the first free people city that the bachelors entered during this journey.

Even before entering the city, the presence of the Scorpion Shepherds had already ignited the long-suppressed passion in their hearts. When they walked to the outskirts of the city, they saw the pyramid standing silently by the river. They had already begun to discuss what price they would have to pay to get the high-level priests to let them in and take a look.

This slightly naive idea was immediately ridiculed mercilessly by the caravan members around him.

The "Pyramid of Menes" is the tomb of the Scorpion Emperor.

The existence of all the residents in this oasis has only one meaning, and that is to protect this pyramid and prevent outsiders from entering and destroying the remains of the Poisonous Scorpion Emperor.

The high priests allowed them to trade as long as they paid enough food, steel and spices.

If they pay a little more, the merchants can buy their clansmen.

If the materials paid were particularly large, they would even allow merchants to sleep with their own wives and concubines!

But no matter how much you pay, "entering the tomb of the Poisonous Scorpion Emperor" is absolutely impossible to happen.

After all, the founding emperor of the "Menes" family was the first established king to unify Upper and Lower Egypt. The free people in the black desert are still waiting for the Great Emperor to wake up from the underworld and return to his body left in the mortal world.

At that time, he will lead his people to reunify the desert and drive out all foreigners.

In a sense, the Scorpion Emperor represents the will to resist deep in the souls of the free people.

No one is allowed to desecrate it.