Chapter 540 8.58 Scorpion Tribe (6)

Chapter 540 58 Scorpion Tribe (6)

Opening a shop in Langte Oasis is definitely not as good as transporting the goods to Memphis City and trading directly with large chambers of commerce.

Such a simple truth is naturally understood by the 60-year-old Akhenaten.

However, one unavoidable problem is the hidden dangers of this journey.

The magic essence refined by the poison masters is the purest spiritual essence in the world.

Even if this kind of product is sealed in a glass container, the spiritual energy it emits will still cause a fatal attraction to the ancient monsters remaining in the black desert.

If it is just a monster, it will be fine. If a sleeping ancient god is awakened, he will be greeted by a catastrophe.

Because of this, if the young villagers of the Scorpion Tribe need to enter Memphis City to buy daily necessities, they dare only carry a few bottles with them. If they carry too much, there is a great probability that they will be attacked.

The only ones who dare to carry a large amount of magic essence across the desert are this group of desperate horse caravan merchants.

"Brother, can you tell me where all the young people in the village have gone?"

Facing his old friend, Old Hash no longer hid his doubts and spoke directly to the point.

"Haha, what other reasons could there be? There is only one way to quickly make the population disappear, and that is to start a war!"

"Is it again..."

"No." Akhenaten shook his head gently, he stood up, took out a plate of exquisite porcelain from under the table, grabbed a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the teapot.

"'High Priest Ament' has continuously mobilized a large number of people from us in recent years, and in recent months, almost all the young and strong laborers in the village have been transferred to the Mbia Oasis."

"It is said that the invaders this time are the group of blacks south of the desert!"

Hearing this, Old Hash frowned subconsciously.

After such a long stalemate, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Arab Empire, which has a land area almost the largest in the world, has given up the pursuit of free people in the desert.

Admittedly, they do not obey the governor's rule.

But what would happen if they were all killed? The empire would only get a desert that was too desolate to be seen, and at the same time, all the scarce goods produced by the temple priests and the free people would disappear forever.

Not only Constantinople, but even in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty and in the holy city of Jerusalem, many dignitaries were extremely dependent on the goods in their hands.

Therefore, the free people and the Arab rulers had reached a fragile balance in a sense. As long as they did not make any extraordinary moves, the army would just turn a blind eye to their existence.

It would not be of much benefit to anyone to continue the "holy war" to expel heretics at all costs.

In this case, the city of Memphis, which was originally the "front line of war", gradually became the stable rear base of the free people, and the enemies they often had to face became the evil god believers who appeared and disappeared from the other side of the black desert.

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The south of the black desert has long been shrouded in a mysterious veil for the Mediterranean residents.

According to the records in ancient books, thousands of years ago, both sides of the Nile River were still vast fields with abundant water and grass. This strong river not only nourishes the people on both sides of the river, but also serves as a passage connecting the north and the south.

The black-skinned aborigines in the south of the Black Desert, whose bodies are as black as carbon, can follow the river all the way north, enter the Kingdom of Egypt, and even come to the Mediterranean to seek a new life.

However, in the past few hundred years, the ancient Kingdom of Egypt has been infinitely close to decline. The lack of sufficient population has caused the fields and forests on both sides of the Nile to disappear rapidly. By AD810, most of the river had become a dry riverbed.

After losing this vital road, the black-skinned aborigines in the south of the Black Desert can only cross this vast desert all the way north.

Over time, the black-skinned aborigines have almost disappeared in this era.

With the complete severance of communication between the north and the south, no one knows what kind of people live in the south of the Black Desert, how many people they have, and how many kingdoms they are divided into.

The only ones who can deal with this group of people are the free people living in seclusion in the desert.

In general, the free people are reluctant to mention this group of black people wandering on the edge of the desert to outsiders.

But Old Hash knew

In several psychedelic conversations after drinking scorpion venom, he vaguely heard the old poison master mention that the vast grasslands and primitive jungles south of the Black Desert are densely populated with terrifying evil gods that have survived from ancient times.

The chosen ones of the Temple of Anubis and the Temple of Amon often capture their hunters in the southern desert. Relying on torture, the free people found that this group of black-skinned pagans had no culture, no writing, and even their language was extremely simple.

However, the power that this group of people can exert is varied.

The free people usually call this group of black-skinned fellows "crazy sorcerers". Compared with the civilized society formed by the Mediterranean, the East-West Continental Bridge, and the Tang Dynasty in the East, their living conditions are not much different from the appearance of human ancestors who just survived the "Great Flood" ten thousand years ago.

Mortals are ignorant and blindly believe, so they are easily bewitched by evil gods.

There is only chaos and darkness on that land.

"Brother Akhnaton, have you seen the invaders with your own eyes?"

The freeman blinked his pupils and shook his head gently.

Old Hash narrowed his eyes, thinking.

Everything that happened before his eyes reminded him of the red soil and black leaves in his pocket when he just picked up Loki.

It's a pity that Loki has lost all his memory.

Otherwise, he must know what happened on this continent.

"My old friend, I heard that you brought a lot of goods this time?"

Old Hash nodded.

"If you plan to continue to go south, you might as well visit our high-level priests first. There is still a last batch of young people in the Great Pyramid who are ready to be sent to the Mbia Oasis."

"This is the last batch of children in the tribe. According to the messenger, the number of black ghosts entering the desert this time is huge, and they seem to have some unspeakable secrets."

If he asks, just tell me that you heard it from me.

I, Ahnaton, can guarantee with my life that you are a friend of my Scorpion Tribe. You will definitely be able to bring my people to the Mbia Oasis safely. ”

“Helping the free people to deliver people” is a task that neither pays money nor wastes food, but no caravan merchant walking on this route will refuse it. Because this is a rare way to directly contact the high-level priests.

In this desert, the high-level priests are the emperors who control one side. Any resources that are exposed from their fingers can make the caravans earn a lot of money.

Patting his old friend's shoulder vigorously, Old Hash took out a bag of exquisitely packaged chocolates from his arms.

This magical candy from the southern continent is an extremely valuable luxury even in the Byzantine Empire. Every time he walked on this route, he would buy a bag to give to his friends.

Money is fleeting.

Subordinates may die one day.

In Constantinople, merchants appear harmonious on the surface, but which one does not wear a mask to meet people all day long?

In a sense, this group of simple friends living in the depths of the desert are the most precious wealth he has accumulated over the years.