Chapter 529 8.47 Macedonian Fortress (3)

Chapter 529 47 Macedonian Fortress (3)

Old Hash finally understood why he had not seen a single group of bandits along the way.

The interior of the abandoned stone chamber had now turned into a bloody hell, with nearly 200 scattered human corpses and dozens of horses piled up in this small space.

The desert was extremely dry, and with few microorganisms, the bodies did not rot quickly.

Based on the rough judgment of the blood and flesh in this pool of Luo Ji, this group of bandits may have been dead for seven or eight days.

The dry and hot wind from the desert continued to blow in from the door, causing some of the blood to form dark red dried marks on the ground.

The person who committed this massacre seemed to have calculated the destination of this group of bandits in advance. He deliberately waited until everyone rushed into the stone chamber, and then used some unknown evil magic to almost instantly blow everyone in the room into a pool of blood foam.

At this time, only the weapons, saddles, and hard horseshoes scattered at the corners could roughly identify their identities.

Old Hash resisted the discomfort in his abdomen and used a wooden stick to pick up several bloody clothes floating on the bloody pulp. Through the clothes and weapons, he could identify that there were 4 different groups of sand bandits in the room.

The killer should have used some means to gather these 4 different forces together, and then cleanly and neatly caught them all.

So the question is,

Who would have done such a deadly hand?

The first person Old Hash ruled out was the Arab governor in Memphis.

At this time, the Arab Empire extended to the Pamir Mountains and the Caucasus Mountains in the east, and to the west across the Eurasian Continental Bridge, all the way to the Mediterranean. With such a vast land, no noble would be willing to be exiled to the Sahara Desert in the northern continent where no one lives.

The consequence of the high mountains and the distant emperor is that the governor becomes an unsupervised mountain king. The groups of sand bandits outside Memphis have been repeatedly banned, and 90% of the credit should be attributed to this group of inactive officials.

When each governor left, he returned to a civilized society with several carts of gold and silver treasures. Although there is no direct evidence, Old Hash guessed that a considerable part of it must be the black money that the sand bandits paid to the archon.

The targets of the sand bandits are not only the caravan merchants, but also the free people who go to the city to buy goods.

Even though Old Hash has been walking on this route for 40 years, he has not seen many true believers of the ancient gods.

The limited combat power of the few people is extremely limited. Most of the stories he told in the shop in Constantinople were false, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed after being exposed by the bachelor.

The reason is still the same old reason.

This world will never treat the powerful people with strength badly.

Only in strange stories can there be powerful hermits who eat coarse food and live in the mountains.

In the real world, which of the God's chosen ones with a little strength does not wear gold and silver, live in the luxurious pavilions provided by the nobles, and enjoy the soft hands of the maids and the fine clothes and food every day?

So when Heath Blanche mentioned the ghost marriage ceremony to him, he didn't feel strange at all.

If he were a Styx priest with powerful magic, he would definitely try to make friends with dignitaries.

Whether in life or practice, these officials would make his life smoother.

He was able to slaughter more than 200 sand bandits at a time, and smashed them to pieces with their horses. Old Hash was sure that a strong man with such strength would not linger in the center of the Black Desert.

Unless they were carrying out a task arranged by a big man.

But then again, who would be so annoying as to go hundreds of kilometers deep into the desert to find trouble with a group of sand bandits?

Was it done by wild beasts?

This is impossible.

Wild beasts kill people for only one thing: to fill their stomachs.

No wild beast would drag all the corpses into the room without eating a single bite after causing such a large-scale killing.

Desert beasts are always hungry, and after obtaining prey, they must swallow it with skin and bones.

In extreme hunger, even the linen clothes worn by mortals will be eaten clean.

After eliminating the answers one by one, "caravan merchants" seems to have become the only answer.

But this is exactly the most unlikely thing to happen.

All merchants living in Memphis can feel the strange decrease in the number of free people in the desert in recent months.

There are only a few camel caravans that entered the desert, and none of them crossed the Quicksand River. After August, the Hash Caravan was the only Western Continent merchant that advanced from Memphis into the Black Desert.

After thinking for a long time without any clue, the thick bloody smell in the closed stone chamber stimulated his scalp numbness. This feeling of powerlessness from the depths of his soul made Old Hash feel more and more upset.

Especially the blood on the ground has mostly lost moisture and dried into dark brown oily skin.

So many corpses piled up here, and no creatures in the desert came to forage. Not to mention the sand fox hyena, even the omnipresent desert marching ant room could not see a single one.

This seems even more doubtful.

"Forget it, let's do it this way today!"

Since leaving the city, Old Hash only felt that there was no inch of skin on his body that was comfortable. After thinking for a long time, he decided to close the door of the stone chamber and force himself to forget the scene in front of him.

"There is no need to waste energy burying their bodies. No beasts have come to hunt for food for so many days, so I guess they don't need to waste one night."

"No matter who killed this group of sand bandits, we can at least determine two things.

1. This person has disappeared.

2, he is not our enemy.

Otherwise

Old Hash did not say the second half of the sentence.

If this mysterious man wanted to attack them, he could hide in the ruins of the city and wait for the Hash caravan to fall asleep at night and then kill them without anyone noticing.

"Lord of Fire, thank you for taking care of the believers holding flames in the wilderness. I will continue to carry out your will wholeheartedly and spread the fire of faith to the end of the world."

On the way back to the habitat, Old Hash stared at the torch in his hand and kept muttering.

The scholars knew that they didn't know when they would go deep into the desert next time, so they cherished this hard-won archaeological opportunity. Although the night fell and it was pitch dark in the ruins of the city, they still chose to light torches and do their best to record the words that could be recognized on the walls of the ruins.

The sudden appearance of a large number of corpses only alerted Old Hash.

But the porters and laborers in the caravan didn't think it was a big deal, and even Loki thought it was no big deal.

Most of the evil in the world comes from poverty. Viking pirates in different provinces of the bitterly cold Scandinavian Peninsula may even have a bloody conflict for a few lambs.

In Hanshui Village, Jerome's wife Katya killed the storm monk on the holy mountain for a few herbs.

She has no such thing as "guilt".

In her eyes, there is not much difference between living people and beasts.

If the economic situation in Hanshui Village had not improved, she might have dragged the corpses back and chopped them up to feed the dogs.

In Loki's eyes, this pile of corpses may just be due to conflicts within the sand bandits, and all of them happened to die in the infighting.

As for why the death was so miserable

Frankly speaking, this world still has too many mysteries.

Countless outer gods and ancient gods still survive in the corners of the world. The rise of navigation and flight technology has allowed mortals to often set foot on their secluded lands, and the powers bestowed on mortals by these gods are varied.

In his eyes, it was no longer strange to use any method to slaughter his own kind.