Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 548 66 Mbia Oasis (3)

The Hash caravan continued walking along the empty city roads. ReadМ

The breeze blows up waves of yellow sand, leaving the city almost permanently shrouded in a thin layer of yellow sand. The visibility on the street is only a little over two hundred meters. Beyond this distance, the scorching sun will cause the light to become distorted like steam.

Seeing this huge and exquisite city transformed into what it is now, the excited porters and laborers along the way fell into silence.

No one was discussing which family's women were fair-skinned and beautiful. Everyone lined up closely, looking around vigilantly, while guarding the remaining goods in the convoy.

"Boss, actually this is not the first time this has happened."

"Five years ago, I could already feel that the population of this city was gradually decreasing, but every time I asked, the high-level priests said that this was due to the war with the group of dark crazy warlocks in the southern plateau. "

The person who spoke was the secretary of the Hash Caravan.

Like Abdullah Saah, the secretary named "Gurga Rashid" is also one of the indispensable backbones of the Hashema Gang. Rashid was born in Tochara, the middle node of the Silk Road. His biological mother is a Hu and his biological father is an Arab.

Since he was a child, he has been working in a business owned by people from the Tang Dynasty, which allowed him to develop proficient abacus skills.

In addition, he also mastered fluent Tubo and a small amount of business-related Tang Chinese.

Relying on these abilities, he successfully established a foothold in the Hash Caravan.

All accounts in the caravan, including purchases, shipments, and logistical supplies, all rely on Rashid's abacus. Relying on his natural ability to observe details, he had already begun to notice the strangeness of the free people of the Black Desert as early as five years ago.

But during that time, the population of freemen declined as significantly as it does now. After breaking through the yellow sand with all kinds of difficulties and dangers, the joy of entering the city was enough to dilute this little worry.

Over the next four years, the prices of goods in the hands of freedmen soared in Constantinople.

Old Hash was keenly aware of the hidden dangers and did not enter the desert again for four years.

This trip was due to the outrageous prices of the freemen's goods and the demands of the Byzantine academics.

Old Hash knew that the journey would not go smoothly, but he never expected that it would turn out like this.

After arduous journeys through the desert, they entered an empty city that looked like a ghost town.

If it weren't for the two Styx priests standing in front of the Temple of Anubis, he wouldn't be sure whether the figures that occasionally shuttled through the yellow sand were alive.

The Hash Caravan approached the Fayoum Hotel where they often stayed in an almost panic manner.

All the familiar faces in the hotel have disappeared, and there are no guests in the spacious dining hall on the ground floor. There is only an old freeman lying on the bar and taking a nap.

Old Hash would stay here every time he entered Mbia Oasis.

He was sure that he had never seen this old man before.

The napping old man obviously didn't expect that there would be guests at his door today. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure that the group of people who appeared in front of him were not an illusion.

Then he stood up unsteadily.

"Businessmen who want to stay in the hotel can just go upstairs. We have enough guest rooms. You can freely choose the room you want to live in."

"Old man, I'm sorry for the lack of manpower. The war in the south is tense, and all the young people have gone out of the city to defend against the enemy. I'm just a watchman.

If you want to eat, you can only use the kitchen to make a fire. "

The caravan members were standing in the hotel lobby, completely unaware that such a situation would be here. Old Harsh casually wiped the long table next to him and found that a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the long table.

He once again recalled the advice given to him by the owner of the Sand Lake Inn in Memphis.

"In the recent period, it would be good if three of the 10 caravans that went out returned safely. Most of the three returning teams were blocked by the Liusha River."

"None of the teams that crossed the Quicksand River returned to Memphis."

Now it seems that the words of the old shopkeeper are not necessarily false.

Now it seems not surprising that freedmen were missing from Memphis. The Mbia Oasis is still empty, and the travelers visiting each other among the several oases have all disappeared.

They won't go all the way north and cross the desert.

"Where is Bushmi Fayoum, the original owner of Fayoum Hotel?"

"Haha, for those who go out to fight the mad warlock, I don't know if they can come back safely!" The old man mechanically explained all the answers and continued to slump on the seat drowsily.

"I was last month, oh no, it seemed to be last month, I can't remember the specific time.

High-ranking priests entered my home and asked me to come and look after the shop for them. Give me food, clothes and blankets.

I didn't dare to refuse, so I came over. "

"If this brother hadn't mentioned it today, I wouldn't have even known that the original owner of the hotel had a surname of 'Fayoum'."

"Boss, this old man's breathing is disordered and his legs are weak. He is just a weak mortal, not a warrior or a chosen one."

Sahil leaned into Harsh's ear and whispered.

"Everyone in the team has left. I suggest that we don't take a rest today and go straight to the market. Don't worry about what is there and exchange for whatever you can!"

"You go clear the carriage, and I'll replenish the food and water. You guys should leave this ghost place immediately before the sun rises tomorrow morning. This city is full of weirdness, and we'd better not stay for a minute!"

"As for the group of bachelors and Byzantine merchants, I led three brothers to stay here and wait for their return."

"I will still take the road from Mbia Oasis to Lante Oasis. You can wait for us in Lante Oasis and meet us."

The two went upstairs while talking. After walking to the second floor of the hotel, they found a few rooms to stay.

Old Harsh then recalled that it seemed that when he entered this hotel five years ago, there were not many people living here. Some of his subordinates even complained that there were cracks in the walls and that wind and sand would seep in at night.

Two gay men who like to live in the attic discovered that the attic was in disrepair and full of holes five years ago.

You know, this is the extremely wealthy Mbia Oasis!

How could a hotel dedicated to hosting foreign caravan traders make such a mistake? !

(The danger is clearly right in front of me, but I never noticed it.)

At this time, Old Hash truly felt what it meant to be in a dilemma.

He could feel every cell in his body warning him about the weird city, the dilapidated hotels, and the deserted streets.

There was no psychological burden on him to leave Heath Blanche behind, but he could not leave the Byzantine bachelors behind either emotionally or rationally.

Especially "Mergwin Waldorf" from the Waldorf family.

"There is no free lunch in the world. I want to climb up to the rising school city, but I didn't expect to have to endure such a test."

Lord Xin Wang, I thank you for testing me. "

Taking out the oil lamp and lighting the flame, Old Harsh clasped his hands and prayed devoutly towards the flame.

Time passed by, and before the sun was about to set, he opened his eyes.

Loki appeared in front of him again.