Chapter 537 8.55 Scorpion Tribe (3)

Chapter 537 55 Scorpion Tribe (3)

The convoy of the Hashma Gang drove into the Scorpion Tribe like a stream of silver water.

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

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

Because the animals in the desert also rely on this oasis.

For thousands of years, the free people have long 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 more frantically, which is completely a loss.

When the porters, laborers and scholars who were walking in the desert for the first time wandered around and marveled at the exquisite architectural murals of the desert residents, the security captain Abdullah Sah had a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

"Boss, did you find it?"

"I know."

"Don't make it public yet."

Before Sah finished speaking, Old Hash interrupted him directly. The problems that Sah could find naturally did not escape his eyes. He had already noticed the clues when he approached the Langte Oasis.

(Where did the young people in the Scorpion Tribe go?)

(Why are there only some old people left in this tribe?)

21 years ago, Hash had the honor of witnessing a war between free people. The Anubis believers living in the Mbia Oasis and the Amon believers living in the Saltwater Basin launched a bloody war for the rule of the free people.

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

During the months that the war lasted, the prices of steel, cotton cloth, medicine, and food rose by 10-20 times.

When they were completely bloodthirsty, a small number of free people even began to do things that violated their ancestors' teachings. They went deep into the tombs of the elders, took out ancient relics from them and sold them to caravan merchants to obtain capital to win the war.

Before the outbreak of this war, the Hash Caravan had been in a state of indifference. It was precisely by taking advantage of this opportunity to make money that Old Hash jumped between the two major forces, entering the Black Desert three times in a year, and earned a total of more than 6,000 dinars.

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

Profits are usually directly linked to risks.

Selling war materials in the gap between the two wars can certainly make huge profits, but this is also a tightrope business after all.

Once the free people find out that he provides weapons to both forces at the same time, this two-faced behavior will definitely cause the high-level priests to dislike him.

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

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

"Don't forget that in Memphis, Baturu said that no caravan merchants had successfully returned from the depths of the desert in the past three months.

There were so many strange things along the way that I feel a little numb now

Stare wide-eyed and prick up your ears.

Don't be eliminated by this yellow sand!"

Along with the sense of crisis, a faint excitement rose in my heart that I didn't know where it came from.

Although Buyuan admitted that after so many years, he actually began to enjoy this feeling of always being full of faint crisis.

Most caravan merchants only care about how much profit they can get from a trip.

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

If he could be the first caravan to return from the black desert in half a year.

If he could sell all the large amount of goods he was carrying

The merchants in Memphis would worship him as a god, and they would spread his story after returning to Constantinople.

Old Hash could not imagine how high his reputation in the business circle would be.

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

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Among the caravan merchants, only Old Hash and Sah were worried at this time. In sharp contrast to them were the porters and Byzantine scholars in the team.

The excitement of the two came from completely different perspectives.

In the academy, the scholars could only study ancient civilizations through ancient scrolls, relics, and the retelling of a few free slaves.

According to the saying often used by the scholars in the East Land: What you learn from books is always shallow, and you must practice it yourself to know it thoroughly.

If you want to thoroughly figure out your research direction, it is always the best way to go out and investigate on the spot.

Lant Oasis is the first free city that the scholars entered during this journey.

Long before they entered the city, the presence of the scorpion herders had already ignited their long-suppressed passion. When they walked to the outskirts of the city and 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 to take a look.

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

The "Pyramid of Menes" is the mausoleum of the Scorpion King.

The only reason for the existence of all residents in this oasis is to protect this pyramid and prevent outsiders from entering and destroying the remains of the Scorpion Emperor.

As long as they pay enough food, steel and spices, the high-level priests will allow them to trade.

If they pay more, the merchants can buy their people.

If they pay a lot of materials, they even allow the merchants to sleep with their wives and concubines!

But no matter how much they pay, "entering the tomb of the Scorpion Emperor" is something that will never happen.

After all, this founding emperor of the "Menes" family is the first king who unified Upper and Lower Egypt. The free people in the Black Desert are still waiting for the emperor to wake up from the underworld and return to his body left in the mortal world.

By then, he will lead his people to reunify the desert and expel all foreigners.

In a sense, the Scorpion Emperor represents the will of resistance deep in the soul of the free people.

No one is allowed to blaspheme.