Red Blood Dragon Knight

~Date: ~October 07~

The barbarian warrior beat his chest with his hand, bowed respectfully, his excited voice was trembling, and said loudly, "Our tribe has been looking forward to you for a long time."

His waist was bent almost ninety degrees, and he retreated for more than ten seconds before he stood up again-this is the most solemn courtesy between the barbarians.

The goblin sitting on the back of the donkey snorted proudly, as if he deserved the barbaric courtesy.

At the same time, as a arrogant, adventurous and speculative, shrewd goblin businessman, he secretly cursed in his heart: These gangs of fools are full of oars~!

Seeing this uncle, they were so happy, which fully demonstrated their thirst for salt. Expose their hole cards.

It seems that if you don't raise the price three times or five times this time, I'm sorry that the uncle is better than their IQ~!

The goblin waved his hand casually while thinking.

The subordinates put away the leather bags containing the salt.

The savages kept looking at the side eagerly, staring at the pocket until it was put back on the back of the pack horse, and then reluctantly looked back.

Salt, for them, is extremely precious.

When eating, with this food, those foods will not be difficult to swallow, and after eating this food, the body will have strength.

Not to mention, after having salt, food can be pickled, which can keep those things for a longer period of time without decay.

But unfortunately, they don't understand how these salts are made. Therefore, it can only be imported in large quantities from human regions.

However, because of the rugged roads, the high cost of long-distance transportation, and the numerous thieves in the mountains, the risk of transporting salt is high.

Under such restrictions, the price of salt remains high, but the salt can be brought in from outside. Still very few.

Not to mention. After years of war, the Ruman Empire wielded an economic stick frantically and imposed an extremely severe trade embargo on them. As a strategic material, table salt is the number one prohibited commodity.

This also highlights the preciousness of these salt. In many places. A small bag of salt can be exchanged for several fat wives. (Because of the poor living environment, these barbarians all regard being strong and fat. If they praise someone as enchanting and charming, it would be quite a serious humiliation for them, and they even dare to be on the spot. Desperately with you.).

So on. After seeing the salt shipped from the goblin merchant. The attitude of the leading barbarians immediately changed.

He bowed respectfully and said: "Dear Mr. Yinguang, please follow me."

"Lead the way." The goblin mumbled carelessly ∧ secretly made up his mind: this time you must wave a knife, and take care of these brainless guys~!

The barbarian warrior sandwiched the goblin packhorse, happily dancing his weapons, and singing the generous and heroic savage folk song. Escort the goblin to his tribe.

The packhorse team struggled for two to three hours along the winding mountain path that only goats could identify and walk on, on the slippery **** covered with ice and snow. When everyone felt exhausted, he finally arrived at the Hanzeheim tribe.

This is because there are more than a dozen barbarian warriors pulling and pulling, otherwise the goblin can't find the way.

In a valley surrounded by mountains, the residence of the Hanzeheim tribe is exposed.

In the eyes of the goblin Silverlight, the size of this tribe is relatively medium among the barbarians, about three to five thousand people, equivalent to a human town. Simple houses built of stones, branches and fur are scattered all over the valley.

These houses have only one doorway for entry and exit, and a curtain made of animal skins hangs on the door to block the wind and snow.

In the middle of the valley, there is a stone building several times larger than the other houses. It is the residence of the tribal chief.

The barbarian escorting the goblin stopped outside the valley, blew the horn in his hand, and ran in quickly to report.

Soon the entire tribe commotion, men, women, and children ran out of their houses one after another and crowded towards the gate.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a team of thousands of people walked out of the camp to meet the goblin silver light.

The head was a short barbarian with a beard and hair like a lion. His voice was loud and loud and said: "Welcome, in the name of Rohan, welcome you and my friend. I am the patriarch Zell of Hanzeheim. Tan, they all call me the Lion Zeltan."

His voice was so loud, his ears buzzed with his voice before the goblin's silver light was prepared.

The excited patriarch ran over and hugged the goblin on the donkey with great enthusiasm, so strong that the goblin could not breathe, and then shook the goblin's hand forcefully.

Yin Guang felt her thin body almost shattered.

"I didn't die in the bad weather, and I will die in the hands of these enthusiastic barbarians, the hateful vulgar pig." The goblin Yinguang cursed inwardly, and he drove to miss his comfortable house in Ruman again.

But immediately, there was the most sincere smile on the face of goblins when lending usury, and said: "Ah, my dear Patriarch Zeltan, it's nice to meet you."

"Please, please inside." Patriarch Zeltan said involuntarily, pulling the goblin's donkey and walking inside. This sturdy big green donkey was dragged into the camp by the patriarch's force.

Along the way, the barbarians sang and danced around the goblin packhorse, as joyous as a festival.

Patriarch Zeltan cleared the entire packhorse team into the big house in the middle of the camp. A bonfire was burning on the ground in the middle of the house, driving away the ice and cold.

As soon as Patriarch Zeltan entered the door, he grabbed the goblin Yinguang's hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and shouted to the men gathered in front of the door: "Have fun, boys, Mr. Yinguang brought the salt we needed so much. Announced that we are going to hold a grand Mr. Yinguang celebration tonight."

The residents below suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers.

The goblin Yinguang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, my noble patriarch, let's do the business first, and we can have fun at night."

Patriarch Zeltan rubbed his thick palms, and said: "Yes, yes, what you are talking about, boys. Go and take out all the treasures you hide. The delicious salt and beautiful jewelry are beckoning to you. ."

The goblin's men unloaded the cargo from the pack horse and placed it in front of them.

The barbarian rushed away ≤ went back and took out his baby under the bed. Hurry back to the goblins to exchange salt and goods.

Due to the blockade and embargo of the Ruman people, salt is in short supply and it is now more expensive than gold. And there is still a price but no market.

When the barbarians ran back, they all held the most precious things in their homes.

The most common of these is animal fur.

Because of those barbarians hunting for many years. There are too many furs, which is already black. The goblin, who was about to exchange a piece of skin for half a catty of salt, gave his mind on the spot and decided to raise the price again: a complete bear skin was exchanged for half a catty of salt.

In Ruman, a catty of salt is only worth dozens of copper coins, but a complete bear skin is worth nearly fifty gold coins. In the middle is a huge profit of several hundred times.

But even so. Those savages still had big mouths full of yellow teeth, and kept cheating, watching the look of a goblin like a second fool.

The salt they bought before is not much different in price compared to the present. But be aware that those are all crude salt of extremely low quality. And these fine salts are available. They can mix some fine soil and sand in the salt, and then they can eat more for a long time.

Since both parties thought they were taking advantage, the atmosphere of the whole transaction was extremely warm, friendly and harmonious.

While buying fur, the goblin also bought many other things.

For example, the barbarian still has some precious herbs in his hands.

Most goblins exchange them for a pile of salt.

Although those things don't look conspicuous, they are actually precious raw materials in alchemy, with values ​​ranging from a few to hundreds of gold.

More precious are all kinds of magic crystals. Barbarians can often dig out magic crystals in caves or rivers.

When it came to the goblin, even the purest demon storage crystal with the size of a fist became a rotten product with cracks in it and impure quality, which was only worth three catties of salt at most.

In Ruman, its market price is more than two hundred gold coins.

If Lester knows the price, the dean who is distressed because of the skyrocketing price of magic crystals will have to be mad at him. The magic crystals that hurt him in Maple Leaf Danlin, there is no one to wipe his nose here. Toilet paper is expensive.

In addition to salt, all kinds of sparkling jewelry, especially huge rings and earrings, are also the favorites of barbarians. They like everything that can represent themselves.

The whole noisy trading process continued until dark, half of the goods brought by the goblin disappeared, and fur and materials were installed in the empty space.

Goblin Yinguang calculated it secretly, only these materials he acquired, transported back to Ruman, will be worth more than 10,000 gold coins.

And what he paid was just a dozen gold coins of table salt and one or two hundred gold coins worth of jewelry. Even if he paid for his employees, his net profit was as high as 10,000 imperial gold coins.

Yin Guang smacked his tongue secretly, and said in his heart: No wonder the boss likes smuggling the most. The money is really comfortable. When I retire, I can do it.

Alas, but the barbarians will probably be gone...

The goblin Yinguang thought in his heart that after he retired, there would be the best smuggling destination.

Suddenly, the shoulders of Patriarch Zeltan were strongly hugged, and the stench from Patriarch Zeltan’s mouth sprayed on the goblin’s face, shouting loudly: "Let’s celebrate, Mr. Silverlight, rejoice~! "

The barbarians seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and as his voice fell ← the camp suddenly became lively.

Barbarians don’t know what animal’s leg bones are, and they rang the animal skin drum. Two goats are roasting on the campfire. Men and women dance the most primitive dances around the campfire. From time to time, there are savages embracing. Go out of the house to do something you like.

Patriarch Zeltan looked at his subordinates excitedly, suddenly sighed, and said, "It would be nice if I had a drink at this time."

The goblin's silver eyes rolled, and he pulled out a wine bottle from his bag and stuffed it into Patriarch Zeltan's arms, and said, "I'm here for you."

Patriarch Zeltan was not welcome. He took the wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip. The whole body that was burnt by the strong alcohol suddenly shrank together. After a while, he spit out heavily. With a sigh, "Good wine~!"

"Friend. Good friend~!" He gave the goblin a big hug. Said: "Can take out such a good wine to give me, Mr. Yinguang. From now on, you will be your best friend.

Hmm~! I will let my most beautiful daughters entertain you tonight. "

Think of the thick body hair and strong taste of barbarian women. The goblin shuddered and waved his hand quickly, saying, "No, no, no."

Patriarch Zeltan patted the goblin's back vigorously. Haha smiled and said: "It's all men, don't you be shy?"

"Really no need." The goblin said with a sad face.

Chief Zeltan looked at the goblin in surprise. Then I remembered something, and whispered in a rather embarrassed voice: "Do you like men? I heard that this is popular among humans. But no one in our clan seems to like this..."

Yinguang almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood—changing the subject: "Patriarch Zeltan. Have you had no merchants here for a long time?"

Patriarch Zeltan sighed and said, "It's been more than a year. Damn Ruman, I heard that they have built a wall on the border. Whoever enters the wall will kill anyone. In other words, how did you get in?"

"This is a secret." The goblin Yinguang smiled mysteriously and said: "I want to go further in. But I heard that something went wrong inside?"

Chief Zeltan sniffed the scent of the bottle, and said, "They say there is a tribe chosen by gods. Its warriors are invulnerable, and even the dragons are not afraid of them. They are killing other tribes everywhere.

But I think it is nonsense. If there were such powerful fighters, they would have gone to fight the Ruman people a long time ago. "

Seeing him, the goblin couldn't say anything. He sighed in disappointment and said, "It looks like I have to continue walking inside."

Patriarch Zeltan slapped his chest and said: "No problem, our warrior will **** you to the border, what **** warrior, shit, we Hanzeheim are **** warriors, hahaha..."

The celebration of the barbarians lasted until late at night, and finally, including Patriarch Zeltan, the people of the tribe lay all over the fire to sleep.

As the most honorable guest, the goblin Yinguang was invited to the patriarch's own room, and fell asleep with a pillow on his head.

In the middle of the night, when people sleep the deepest, the goblin is suddenly awakened by a strange sound.

Yin Guang turned over and jumped up vigilantly, clenching the short knife in his hand and looked around.

At this time, another scream came, and the goblin froze for a moment, and said to his heart: "This is a scream. Damn, something happened~!"

Yin Guang ran out of the inner room, and the barbarians in the big room were also awakened by the screams. They roared and rushed out of the room holding their weapons.

"Someone attacked~!"

"The **** of that tribe?"

"Kill them for me, kill them~!"

Yinguang kicked his attendant angrily, and said anxiously: "Something has happened, get up."

The followers immediately jumped up, drew out their swords, and looked around in panic. Obviously this is the first time I have experienced such things.

"I know you fools are unreliable." The goblin yelled at them and said, "I'm optimistic about the goods."

Goblin Silverlight followed behind the barbarian, lying on the door frame and carefully looking out.

With the moonlight in the sky, the scene in the camp is clear.

The black silhouettes fought in the camp, and there was a high-pitched cry for killing.

In the dim moonlight, it was not clear how many people had killed into the Hanzeheim tribe, but the goblin heard the roar of barbarians fighting from all directions, and obviously the scale of the enemy was not small.

"It's impossible~!" The goblin murmured in a low voice. The Hanzeheim tribe was surrounded by high mountains and cliffs, and there was only one access road, which was really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Who can come in silently and suddenly.

"Is it Ruman Legion?" Goblin Yinguang said inwardly, then shook his head and rejected this guess.

The mountain was sealed by heavy snow, and the Ruman Army would not choose to attack at this time.

It can only be a war between barbarian tribes.

I thought that there was a lot of carefulness and determination here, and the war between barbarians was nothing terrible to him, a smuggler.

The black silhouettes and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer to the big house, and it was clear that the Hanzeheim tribe was losing to the attackers and was losing ground.

Several houses were set ablaze during the battle, illuminating the barbarians fighting nearby.

I saw that all the attackers were upper bodies, only a piece of animal skins wrapped around their waists. They were unafraid of tens of degrees below zero and wielded weapons to fight against the barbarians of the Hanzeheim tribe.

Patriarch Zeltan roared with a loud voice and exclaimed: "It's the **** who is not afraid of death, children, kill them all for me."

After speaking, carrying a tomahawk as big as a pot lid, he strode up.

All the people of the Hanzeheim tribe moved into action, men, women, and children all participated in the battle.

Men blocked the enemy frontally, women put arrows on the roof, and children threw stones at them. It has always been a barbarian tradition that all the people are soldiers.

But still unable to stop the attacking naked man.

The goblin was surprised to see that these half-naked barbarians were not afraid of injury.

The sword slashed on them and made a long wound. The half-naked barbarians didn't care, and this pain did not affect them in any way, so they struggling to kill.

Even some were stabbed and worn, and the injured person pulled out the long sword that was stuck on the body and threw it on the ground.

A thought came to the goblin's heart: God Warrior.

The ancient myths and legends of barbarians have several powerful warriors~www.wuxiaspot.com~ One is the mountain giants, they can fight the gods evenly. One is the dragon, and the other is the **** warrior of the barbarian **** Rohan.

Legend has it that they are invulnerable to weapons and fire, just like the half-naked barbarian warriors seen before them.

"No, that's a myth, it can't be true." The earth carefully said secretly, just like mountain giants, they are all myths.

The goblins are completely atheists, and if they believe in, they only believe in the omnipotent gold coin god.

"So these people are?" The goblin Yinguang searched his stomach, thinking about what these monsters suddenly appeared.

After thinking for a long time, the goblin Yinguang suddenly thought of something similar to them-the dark knight.

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