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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 16: The Miracle City of Fatiguere

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    The north wind roared in, blowing away the heat caused by the strong sunlight during the day, tearing at the animal skin curtains of the tents, making bursts of flapping sounds.  These tents are like gray-white mushrooms surrounding the Fatiguere Oasis. Only a small half of them are made of common Bactrian camel skin, and most of the tents are sewn with some kind of strong textile.  ¡ª¡ªIf we use more accurate language to describe it, it is thickened canvas.  A fence composed of sharpened wooden stakes about three meters high protects these tents, and there is a low wall less than two meters behind. The material of the low wall is made of ubiquitous gravel mixed with diatoms and silt salvaged from the bottom of the lake.  , looks extremely simple, but it turns out that this defense is enough to stop any herd.  All it takes is a few dozen older children armed with spears who have not yet gained prestige in their bar mitzvahs to keep the tribal camp safe. ? This was an almost unimaginable sight half a month ago.  The barbarian tribes living in the heart of the Abrahamic Desert have never developed decent textile crafts, let alone built a gathering place that is more permanent than the unpredictable sand dunes.  On the one hand, the barren desert cannot provide flax, sisal, or other plants with strong fibers; on the other hand, the hair of Bactrian wild camels and other desert animals is not suitable for fine weaving.  The hammer crushes them and turns them into a thick, thick felt.  This kind of felt, like winter wolf skin and sand lizard skin, is a valuable product that can only be enjoyed by tribal leaders, shamans and elders.  There are even some small tribes that do not even have these things. The tribal leaders, like other warriors, wrap their bodies with incompletely tanned animal skins. The body odor that has not been washed for many years and the smell of semi-rotten leather mix together to create a suffocating atmosphere.  Horrible taste.  For An Ruosu, this smell could kill him.  So before the real "T53 Rise of the Barbarian Orcs Plan" was put into effect, the first thing he was going to change was the living conditions of the Barbarian Orc tribe.  A large-scale caravan arrived at the Fatiguere Oasis the day after the tribal gathering.  For the barbarian orcs living in the heart of the desert, this was a miracle that they had not witnessed for hundreds of years.  Although tribes located on the edge of the desert often have examples of foreign trade, due to the banditry of many barbarian orc tribes, the tribes that can conduct foreign trade are often limited to within a ten-day walk from the free city of Tatarchuk.  Including Elder Gang Yan, who has lived in the desert for more than fifty years, no member of the Manya Tribe and the Yewei Tribe had ever seen the caravan, so when the armed guards of the caravan appeared in  After approaching the green state, there was an immediate commotion among the warriors of the two tribes.  Dun Kaba was the first to rush out of the tent carrying a double-edged battle ax, fully expecting to have a happy battle.  He noticed that although there were many people on the other side, most of them were thin and slender. They did not look like brave warriors at all. The ponies they were riding on their crotches were also ponies that were not suitable for the desert terrain. Although this kind of horse was not suitable for the harsh environment of the desert,  It has strong tolerance, but the horse's hooves are narrow and the ankles are slender, making it impossible to run on the soft sand.  So Dun Kaba roared with joy, and dozens of warriors from the Yewei tribe responded in unison, raising their tomahawks and spiked sticks, swarming out like a group of barbaric bandits and rushing towards the caravan.  However, the luck of these barbarian orc warriors was not good. Before Dun Kaba rushed in front of the caravan, the leader of the guard shook off his thick cloak and held a delicate hand crossbow steadily in his right hand.  .  The next moment, dozens of crossbows appeared at the same time, and the air was suddenly filled with the whizzing sound of short arrows flying through the air.  The thirty elite scouts knocked down eight barbarian orcs in the first round of poison crossbow volleys, and in the second round, four guys fell headfirst.  Dun Kaba held his double-edged battle ax in front of his chest and deflected two short arrows that hit his chest. The third one made a long and thin scratch on his shoulder.  A numbness immediately spread from the wound to his arm, making his movements sluggish, but Dun Kaba roared wildly, and the angry power quickly flowed into his blood vessels, driving away this feeling in the blink of an eye.  This is something that the leader of the Dark Elf scouts, Lisa Black Blade, did not expect.  Out of trust in the paralyzing poison quenched on the crossbow blade, she did not jump off the pony's saddle in advance.  So when Dun Kaba rushed over like a terrifying storm, Lisa Black Blade only had time to throw the stirrup off the saddle and quickly jump out of the attack range of the double-edged battle ax.  With a shrill neigh, Lisa Black Blade's mount was decapitated by a violent chop, but she stood up unscathed. The hand crossbow had been replaced by a sharp poisonous dagger that shone with a faint green light.  , and at the same time a series of provocative and contemptuous curses came out of his mouth. ???????? Kaba didn¡¯t understand this string of curses in Dark Elf language, but he roared back in barbaric orc slang without hesitation, and then??Raise the bloody battle ax and prepare to charge.  However, Lisa Blackblade never intended to use a short poison dagger to challenge the double-edged battle ax of the roaring warrior of the barbarian orcs. The courage of the dark elves has never been synonymous with recklessness and overestimation. They are more accustomed to relying on strategies and tactics.  Traps come for better fighting.  Dun Kaba had just taken a step when the third round of hand crossbow volleys formed a violent wave that tore through the air. His ribs and back were hit by more than a dozen poisonous short arrows at the same time. The roaring beastman warrior fell heavily.  On the ground, the roar then turned into thunderous snoring.  The twenty orc warriors, including Dun Kaba, did not cause any damage to the caravan at all, and they all fell to the ground and fell asleep. This result made the rest of the orcs hesitate in their footsteps.  The brave nature makes the barbarian orcs not afraid of death, but after losing a brave and reckless military leader like Don Kaba, they are unwilling to launch an attack on a powerful and unfamiliar team, at least when the other party  This will not be done without further display of hostility.  Of course, the Dark Elf caravan did not take the opportunity to break out, although it was not difficult to do so before the new leader of the barbarian orc tribe appeared.  Lisa Black Blade directed her subordinates to drag all the sleeping barbarian orcs together so that they could be watched over more easily.  After she had done this, another guard leader, Verna Yemei, who wrapped her body tightly in a heavy cloak, jumped out of the caravan dragged by the pony, followed by the same people.  Twenty dozen bloody sisters dressed up.  "What happened?" Verna Yemei asked in Common Tongue with a strong dark elf accent. The volume was a little too loud, so that the barbarian orc warriors dozens of meters away could clearly hear it. "  Why are these stinking barbarians stopping us?" Lisa? Black Blade shook her head, her tone seemed a little confused, but the volume was still loud enough to penetrate the sound of the wind whistling over the desert, "I don't know, these guys suddenly rushed over.  , and killed my horse!" "Then kill two of them to compensate." Wei Erna Yemei replied lightly, "We still have to go on our way, and we don't have time to linger here." "Think about it.  Considering the cold-blooded ruthlessness shown by those dark elf scouts just now, no one dared to take this sentence as a bluff.  A commotion immediately broke out among the barbarian orcs who surrounded the caravan from a distance. Some people whispered that they should rush forward to rescue Don Kaba and other sleeping warriors; but there were also people who retorted in a low voice, claiming that if they did so,  Regardless of how much blood of tribal warriors is needed to deal with these troublesome guards, Don Kaba and those warriors will definitely become the first victims in the melee.  Just when no one in the two groups could convince the other, a firm voice came from behind the team.  "With the authority of the God of March, let me go and negotiate with those people." Lisa Black Blade and Verna Night Mei were both familiar with the owner of this voice, but when they saw the barbarian orcs, it was like the tide was ebbing.  When they parted to both sides, revealing Tomad Ann's figure, a strange expression appeared on the two people's faces at the same time, as if they were suppressing a smile, so that the beautiful lip lines appeared a little distorted.  This emotion mixed with astonishment and irresistible laughter was conveyed to Tomad's heart without reservation.  The young man who was both the military leader and the shaman of the Manya Tribe paused in his steps and pulled up his animal skin vest somewhat uncomfortably, as if he wanted to cover up his naked chest - it was also covered with colorful oil paints.  He painted many simple and strange symbols, and then barely restrained this instinctive impulse.  "Lord of Justice Bablupa, please don't let anyone laugh, otherwise I will definitely not be able to bear it." Tomad cursed secretly. Of course he knew how ridiculous his current image was, and his hair was  The Son of Saul's nimble fingers were braided with countless little braids, and attached to them were some kind of bone ornament - Tomad prayed that it wasn't made of human bones; an untanned animal skin waistcoat.  On his body, the open design completely exposed his chest to the lower abdomen to the cool air; the dress of his lower body may not be very decent, and the grass skirt made of date palm bark and some kind of tough water grass has a very primitive and wild look.  Tomad is very happy to appreciate the charm of it, provided of course that it is not applied to himself.  However, this is the traditional attire of the shamans of the barbarian orc tribe and must be worn on formal occasions.  Aogashi Shaman wore exactly the same clothes and spoke in a very solemn tone, with a tone that could not be rejected. Tomad mustered up the courage to refuse as a favored person of the gods, but unfortunately when his words came to his lips, he turned into weakness.  of concession.  The final result is of course the scene where Lisa Black Blade and Verna Ye Mei almost couldn¡¯t help but laugh.  Tomad waited until the feeling of embarrassment subsided a little, then he coughed hard, tapped the ground with the bone staff in his hand, and then asked in a feigned unfamiliar manner. ?"Your Majesty, Goddess of the Red Moon Mafa, why do you, a guest from afar, want to defeat the warriors of our tribe for no reason?" His tone became more gloomy and serious because of the weird smiles on the lips of the two dark elves, "You guys  "What kind of behavior is this?" "Is the way the barbarian tribe welcomes guests by wielding a battle ax?" Lisa Black Blade's character is more serious than Verna Yemei, and she felt a faint pain in her abdomen at first.  The smile eased, "That big man hacked my mount to death without explanation. If we hadn't knocked him down with a crossbow, we might have caught up with him and killed him. What kind of behavior is this?"  Tomad glanced at the snoring Dun Kaba. He certainly had a chance to stop this big man from acting recklessly, but nothing could better prove the powerful escort force of the Dark Elf caravan than knocking him down.  This method is obviously more acceptable for using the prestige of the tribal shaman to suppress the inherent greed in the character of the barbarian orcs.  "I apologize to you for Don Kaba's recklessness. Our tribe just suffered an attack not long ago. He may have overreacted." Tomad held his bone staff and bowed solemnly, "Fortunately  His recklessness did not cause greater damage than the death of an unfortunate mount. I hope this will not leave a bad impression on you, guests who have come from afar." "Whether the impression is bad or not, of course depends on what you give us.  "Compensation." Wei Erna Ye Meijiao said with a smile, and licked her lips with her red tongue to match her tone, "Strong men, my sister lost a riding horse. This  How are you going to compensate me?" Tomad cursed the unknown programmer who designed the character template of Verna Ye Mei for the last time, trying to maintain a stern expression on his face, "We are willing to compensate the guests for all their losses.  , and also hope to make friends with guests from afar and purchase some goods and supplies from the underground country. "Lisa Black Blade and Verna Yemei turned to each other and used complicated sign language.  After talking for a while, the former nodded in agreement.  "Okay, men, we are willing to accept your apology, and we are also willing to make friends with powerful tribes." This is certainly not the style of the suspicious dark elves, but those barbarian orcs who have never left the Desert of Abraham don't know  at this point.  Seeing that the dark elves had put away their weapons, they all relaxed their vigilance. Then, under Tomad's arrangement, they carried the unconscious Dun Kaba and his group back to the tribe, then pulled out their crossbows and bandaged their wounds.  As for how to negotiate and trade with the Dark Elf caravan, it is of course something that tribal leaders, elders and shamans need to worry about.  The barbarian orc warriors only cared about the final result. When they heard that the tribe would hold a banquet to entertain friends from afar, cheers of "Hey!" suddenly burst out, even if they had just woken up from their drowsiness.  Don Kaba and his gang are no exception.
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