Chapter 539 8.57 Scorpion Tribe (5)

Chapter 539 57 Scorpion Tribe (5)

Although the Scorpion Tribe is not large in scale, it also has a city's most important trading place - the market. Read

The villagers of the tribe raise scorpions and collect scorpion venom to make magic potions. They are not only loved by the Mediterranean nobles, but also the "magic essence" made by poisoners under the "poison master path" is a necessity for the free people of the Black Desert.

The five major temples inherited by the pharaohs have a total of more than 20 different upgrade paths.

In the power system bestowed by the ancient Egyptian gods on mortals, there is no one like "holy bishop priest" or "Celtic druid" that can activate psychic healing.

When the citizens of ancient Egypt are sick or injured, they can only rely on the magic essence made by poison masters.

The poison master will extract the venom from the captive poisonous creatures, mix it with some dryland plants that grow naturally in the desert, and creatures and monsters hunted from all over the place, and use the ancient craftsmanship inherited from their ancestors to make hundreds of different potions.

Byzantine merchants called these potions made of "scorpion venom", "snake venom" and monster blood as the main materials "magic essence".

These potions are related to the daily work of many temple priests.

For example, when the Styx priests make mummies, they need magic potions extracted by "poison masters" when they preserve corpses, extract blood, and write Hades.

The oracle in the Sphinx Temple needs to drink a lot of scorpion venom to enter a meditative state and communicate with the gods.

For example, the dozen catalysts needed by the sun priests to make sunlight gems are almost all made by poison masters.

For these reasons, although the area of ​​the Langte Oasis where the "poison scorpion tribe" lives is not large, the scale of the market in the oasis is not small.

Seeing the extinction of birds and beasts along the way, the most worrying thing for Old Hash is the unknown terrible disaster in the depths of the desert.

After a difficult journey, they entered the Langte Oasis and found a ghost town with no people. All the free people were dead, and the goods they had transported with great effort were worthless.

This is the worst nightmare for all caravan merchants.

When he approached Langte Oasis and found the traces of the scorpion herder, his heart was relieved immediately.

As long as there are people in Langte Oasis, the market will still be open.

And as long as he can enter the market to sell the goods in the caravan and exchange them for various scorpion poison potions in the hands of the poison masters, this trip will not be in vain.

After entering the market, although the population is still sparse, the market is still running after all.

After entering the shop, Old Hash breathed a sigh of relief.

Every merchant has a fixed shop where he "stocks goods". The one that Old Hash often visits is in a hidden shed behind the market.

The shop has no plaque and is not very large.

After Old Hash's meticulous observation, he found that many free people prefer to enter this shop to stock goods, so he also tried to integrate into the local area and deal with this "poison master" who can't be called a businessman.

After lifting the curtain and entering the shop, the shop was empty. A huge wooden shelf was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars.

Among them, various potions of different colors emitted their own light.

Old Hash ordered his brothers to put down the wooden boxes in their hands. In the wooden boxes were exquisite glassware. Since he became familiar with the boss, 70% of the glass products in the store were transported from Constantinople by his caravan.

From the appearance, the old freeman who ran the store was almost the same as Mohammed Hash beside him.

The Egyptians in the northern part of the African continent were not the pure black people in southern Africa who were as black as carbon.

The Egyptians with the purest blood had a light golden skin color. Because of this, the nobles and high priests of the kingdom were used to wearing clothes inlaid with gold thread.

The old man standing in front of Loki at this time should be a very famous figure in the Langte Oasis.

The style of his clothes was like a thick armor woven with metal filaments. 15 years ago, when Loki, Old Gore and Emma went deep into the heart of Leviathan, they were able to obtain a safe detonation distance by dismantling such a piece of clothing woven entirely from metal.

The shop owner was already quite old. He turned over a bunch of slightly dim eyeballs and looked at Loki's pale face.

In his eye sockets, there was a strange vertical pupil like a snake creature.

"Don't panic, my king.

All the magic spirits in the shop were tempered by the boss "Akhnaton" himself. Most of the spiritual energy absorbed by the wilderness poisonous creatures is condensed on the toxins. They swallow the free toxins in the air day and night, and the bodies of mortals will become somewhat different from ours."

With the translator Old Hash by his side, Loki walked up and secretly asked the boss if he had ever seen him.

Akhnaton blinked his strange vertical pupils, looked into his eyes, and finally shook his head gently.

Loki was not frustrated that he did not get any clues about his whereabouts from the boss.

There were at least 10,000 free people living in this oasis. The vague sense of familiarity in his mind made him almost certain that he must have been here.

Without wasting any more time, Loki turned around and wanted to leave.

But before leaving, Old Hash gently pulled him aside, put two inconspicuous medicine bottles into his hands, and then whispered a few words in his ears.

Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

During this process, old Hash's facial expression did not change.

Seeing Loki leave, he opened his arms and gave his old friend a big hug.

"Brother Hash!"

"You don't know how happy I am to see your dry face again!"

Ahenatun's voice was hoarse and had a very serious metallic texture. This also came from his constant boiling of animal poison day and night.

The toxin evaporated into the air and was then inhaled into his body through his nasal cavity and throat.

The poisoners under the Scorpion Temple relied on this method to improve the sequence level in the process of refining magic essence.

"Look at the goods behind me, and you will know that I haven't seen the caravan from Memphis for a long time! Let me think about the last time I saw a black mule, it seemed to be 8 months ago, when frost fell from the sky."

"Black mule" is a unique name for caravan merchants by free people. This name first comes from the Arabs' habit of wrapping their whole body in black robes.

On the other hand, in the eyes of free people, they are as stupid as mules and horses.

No matter how many of their kind are buried in the desert, there will inevitably be descendants who will follow in their footsteps and continue to die. It is said that this group of people came here to die one after another, just to earn more money to buy food or increase their land.

Most free people cannot understand this behavior at all.

No matter how noble the nobles are; they only eat three meals a day; they only live in a 10-foot bedroom.

If they really want these, there are uninhabited vacant lands everywhere in several oases. If they like to just cut down trees and build houses.

Why do you risk your life to do such a life-threatening thing?