Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 549 67 Night Battle

"Brother Hash, the old man downstairs is missing. Read М"

A simple sentence immediately aroused Old Harsh's alertness. He extinguished the holy fire and sat up like a spring.

"When did this happen?!"

"I don't know." Loki shook his head slightly. "After entering the guest room, I took a shower and went to bed. When I woke up, I wanted to go to the kitchen to see if there was any food."

"There's no one downstairs."

Old Hash got up and went downstairs, and found that just as Loki said, there was no one behind the bar. At this time, the sun has gradually put away the last few rays of its afterglow, and the sky and earth are shrouded in deep twilight.

Pushing open the hotel door, the twilight dimmed the quiet and empty streets into a deep blue-purple.

No matter in any civilization, there is a habit of gathering before going to bed, but what is suspicious is that there are no fires in the few houses around the hotel.

Loki easily jumped onto the roof and found that most of the wooden roof beams had been broken to varying degrees by the constant erosion of wind and sand.

He opened a window and entered the room.

What he saw was a bed that was almost completely corroded, and a thick layer of wind-sand on the ground.

"I was right that these houses are empty!"

“This is a deserted ghost town!”

Loki turned over and jumped back into the street. The last ray of light on the horizon had completely dissipated. There was no firelight on the entire street, which reminded him endlessly of the scene when he first entered the "Sinking City" 16 years ago.

Picking up this piece of window frame, he returned to the hotel lobby. I happened to meet Old Harsh walking out of the courtyard.

"Our convoy is still there!"

“Just the city”

Loki walked to the kitchen with a stern face, found a piece of linen cloth and wrapped it on the top of a wooden stick, then smeared it with fire oil to make a simple torch.

"Brother Hash, even though I don't want to admit it, I have to tell you that we are involved in a conspiracy!"

“The situation in front of us cannot tolerate any further delay!

"Tonight, all caravan brothers block the doors and windows! Guard the entrances and exits of the hotel! No one should sleep and don't think about going to the market to trade!"

“This city is already a ghost town!

The figures we saw when we came in and the residents in the house were all performances performed for us by this group of free people! "

The basis for Loki's words came from the house he just jumped into.

The house has been uninhabited for a long time, but most of the silk clothes are still rotting in the wooden wardrobe, and there are sets of exquisite white porcelain in the kitchen.

Porcelain pots and bowls, which can be seen everywhere in later generations, were out-and-out high-end luxury goods in the Western Continent in the Middle Ages.

For drinking and eating, thin and translucent porcelain is easier to use than gold. After many small and medium-sized nobles obtain a set of porcelain dishes and bowls, they will treasure them as family heirlooms.

No one would abandon such valuable things when fleeing for their lives, not even the free people in the Black Desert. The Hash Horse Gang looted the Hengcheng and Crescent Merchant Guild and obtained more than a hundred carriages, which only carried a dozen pieces of porcelain.

It is conceivable that these commodities transported into the desert will definitely be exchanged for unimaginable value.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"I need to finally confirm my guess."

Loki inserted the lit torch into the main entrance of the inn and turned to leave. The other members of the Hash Horse Gang have immediately begun preparations for battle under the leadership of security captain Sahe.

Although the Arab porters and laborers were not professional escorts, they entered such a strange city, even though their minds were not very clear under the stimulation of alcohol and prostitutes.

They still felt a huge sense of crisis.

"Everyone!"

"If you still want to get out of this desert, tighten your spirits immediately!"

Sahe pulled out the saber from his waist, and a cold and murderous intent belonging to a veteran made the surrounding temperature instantly drop a few points.

"Everyone takes knives and uses torches to light up all the surrounding streets! The porters take out the kerosene and coal stored in the hotel and spread them in the front yard!"

"The servants who are traveling with the team will follow Boss Hash to the backyard to take care of the horses!"

“We can lose manpower, but we can lose goods, and some of our brothers may even die!

But these horses cannot be lost!

Entering this desert is a life-threatening business. Danger is normal. We must work together to return home! "

The remaining 50 or so caravan members immediately took action.

Old Hash did not have the financial resources to support a regular group of employees, so every time he entered the Black Desert, like other caravan traders, he needed to hire people in Alexandria.

Old Hash has been able to successfully travel back and forth to the Black Desert for so many years. The greatest success of him and other merchants is that after he gathered good people, "Abdullah Sahe" conducted a 10-15 day training for them, so that Everyone in the team masters the most basic combat and transportation skills.

What's more important is to train them to obey orders absolutely.

All the porters working for a living in the port have heard the legend that "the Hash Caravan will surely return after entering the desert." Therefore, this group of desperadoes and idlers also obey Sahe's command.

Even if the training is quite hard, most people don't complain when they think of the gold coins they can get.

The training before departure finally came in handy at this point. The Hash Caravan is like a well-oiled machine, and all members start running quickly the moment they receive orders.

As torches lit up the streets around the hotel, the Fayoum Hotel was like a bright light in this tomb-black city.

The servants unloaded the goods and piled them scatteredly in the backyard.

Donglu silk, tea, jade, disks and bowls, which are extremely precious in the eyes of merchants, are piled up in the corner of the courtyard like garbage.

Given the current situation of the Hash Caravan, the supplies they had worked so hard to transport into the Black Desert were completely useless. If you want to collect these extraneous things, you can get a large number of gold, silver and porcelain by just entering any unoccupied room.

But what can these external things do?

The horses and carriage were carefully pulled into the stable. After closing the door, the servants in black drew their sabers. They would serve as the caravan's last line of defense to protect the precious horses.

Sacher has 7 years of experience in fighting on the Eastern Front, and he fought bloody battles with his cavalry, a Turkic herdsman army with superb riding skills. Sahe has extremely rich combat experience, and it only took half an hour to get everyone ready for battle.

On the roof of the hotel, Old Harsh once again took out the flaming cross hanging on his chest and placed it in his palm to feel the scorching temperature. The last rays of light over the Western Ocean are fading quickly.

(If this ambush was planned by the Stygian priests)

(after nightfall)

(They should be coming soon!)