"Look, what else do you need? Our tribe has many good things."
"Okay, let's take a look."
Accompanied by the chief, Zhang Peng wandered among the tribes. This was already the third day since he left the Soul Mountain Range. He found a new tribe. The tribe was not big. There were about two thousand tribesmen in the entire tribe.
, Although the tribe was not big, Zhang Peng did not underestimate it. In business, a little adds up, and who knows which tribe has good things hidden in it.
When he learned that Zhang Peng was a businessman and had come to trade, the chief was very enthusiastic and asked each household to take out their things and let Zhang Peng choose. The wasteland was too barren and the transportation was not convenient. There were two to three thousand people like them.
It is quite difficult for the tribes to exchange their goods and needs with each other. When businessmen come, the chief will naturally be happy.
Zhang Peng mainly trades basic materials. These are easy to sell. Not only are they easy to sell among various tribes, but they are also easy to sell among lords. The upgrade of each mobile fortress is inseparable from basic materials, and the demand is huge.
It is very large, and the summoning and production of troops cannot be separated from basic materials, which makes basic materials very popular.
In addition to basic materials, Zhang Peng will also purchase some specialties or magical items and throw them into the warehouse to pack them at the bottom. Even if they are not used, they will not lose much.
After wandering around the tribe, almost all the things were traded. Zhang Peng received all the basic materials that could be purchased. The rest of the items, such as the weapons that the aborigines preferred, Zhang Peng didn't like at all, so
He doesn't need any gadgets. He wants weapons, and there are plenty of them in the warehouse.
After the battle with the Cancer Alliance, there were so many weapons that they were piled up in a warehouse, and anyone who wanted them could just take them.
But whether it's Liu Xingxing's Cat Man or Zhang Peng's Gopher Man, they all come with their own equipment when summoned. Unlike Li Ziyu's skeleton undead, they don't come empty-handed, they are fully equipped.
Requires weapons from the warehouse.
Many of the items currently being traded by Zhang Peng are weapons, and they are very popular among various tribes. The Cancer Alliance forces are all elite warriors, and the weapons of those warriors are very good compared to those of ordinary races.
"Okay, it's almost done. Let's do this for now. I'll come back next time." Zhang Peng walked back to the tribe and said goodbye to the chief.
"Welcome, welcome, you must come over next time." The chief held Zhang Peng's hand and shook it vigorously. The chief was very surprised to have a caravan coming, especially since Zhang Peng's goods had a large quantity.
A lot of food and weapons, these are all good things they lack.
At first, when he saw Zhang Peng constantly bringing out food and weapons, the chief even considered keeping Zhang Peng behind and snatching away his goods. However, when he saw the black-armored warriors following him, the chief quietly
After giving up my little thoughts, those guys seemed not to be trifled with, but if I didn't grab anything else, I would lose my life.
Nodding, he turned around with the gophers and black warriors and was about to leave, when a figure appeared in the distance, wandering towards the direction of the tribe.
Zhang Peng looked curiously at the figure, but did not notice that the chief behind him suddenly turned extremely ugly.
"Why are those guys here?"
Zhang Peng heard the chief's low murmur, turned to look at him and asked: "What's wrong?"
The chief ignored Zhang Peng, turned around and ran back, shouting loudly as he ran: "Pack up your things! Bandits! Bandits are coming!"
At the chief's shout, the entire tribe went into chaos instantly. The tribesmen, who were originally happy because they had traded a lot of things, had panic on their faces and quickly packed the things outside into the house. The women and children hid in the house.
Inside, the men rushed out with weapons and followed the chief to the front of the tribe, staring intently at the figure in front of them.
The scorching sun above the head lengthened people's shadows. Zhang Peng put up a pergola with his hands and looked forward, but he couldn't see the faces of those people clearly. He counted two to three hundred people, not from the same race, but from all races.
have.
"Mr. Zhang, please leave first. It's still too late to leave now." The chief led the man with the weapon back to Zhang Peng, glanced at the team in the distance, and said to Zhang Peng.
Zhang Peng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the chief: "Is that a bandit?"
"Yes, it's a bandit from around us. He comes here occasionally. I didn't expect you to catch up. Let's go quickly." The chief said in a slightly anxious tone.
He didn't let Zhang Peng go for Zhang Peng's sake. He just met Zhang Peng for the first time today. Although it is not easy to bring a caravan to the tribe, compared to the safety of the tribe, the caravan is insignificant.
The reason why the chief persuaded Zhang Peng to leave was that he hoped to use Zhang Peng to attract the attention of the bandits, and he was afraid that the bandits would ask for more resources if they found out that they were with the caravan.
Zhang Peng nodded, indicating that he understood, but did not make any move. He still stood there, but his eyes were a little excited.
Bandits are actually bandits in the wilderness, a group of worms who make a living by robbing homes. Zhang Peng also encountered bandits several times last month.
The Bandits and the Cancer Race are different. The Cancer Race is an entire race that is unreliable and likes to bully others. It is based on a single race or the entire tribe. But the Bandits are not the same. There are all kinds of races among the Bandits, and they are also
Either a tribe, or a group gathered together for interests.
After all, they make a living by robbing, which is a business that hangs their heads on their waistbands. You can't be a bandit without some strength, so the individual combat effectiveness of the bandits is pretty good. To a certain extent, the combat effectiveness of the bandits exceeds
The only problem for a cancerous race is unity.
After all, the cancer race is a race. There are requirements for superiority and inferiority, and class stereotypes. Whether it is goblins, lizardmen, or headhunters, it is the same, and the same race has more trust and unity.
Although the bandits have strong personal combat capabilities, they come from various races. Their mutual time is purely a combination of interests. There is no trust at all, and naturally there is no unity.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You should leave quickly. If the bandits get close, you won't be able to leave." Seeing that Zhang Peng didn't move, the chief said anxiously.
"It's okay, don't worry, I really want to see those wild bandits." Zhang Peng said calmly, while turning his head to look at the Gopher Man.
The gopher man understood immediately, called his companions, and brought out a stick wrapped in black linen, and carried it to Zhang Peng with a hesitation.
The speed of the bandit team increased, getting closer and closer, and stopped about fifty meters away. The two bandits walked towards Zhang Peng and the nervous chief.
The leader was a porcupine man, followed by a lizard man carrying a bow and arrow. When the chief saw the two of them, he immediately prepared to step forward, but the lizard man suddenly bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and fired the arrow. The arrow flew out with a whoosh.
, pierced diagonally into the ground in front of the chief's feet, and the chief immediately stopped his steps.
Zhang Peng turned his head and looked, and then looked at the lizard man who was shooting arrows. His face was still calm, and he reached out to take the stick brought by the gopher man and untied the black linen cloth on it.
The porcupine man had an unruly and disdainful smile on his face. He pointed at the broad-backed sword in his hand and said with two groans: "Hmph, resources are exchanged for lives. Resources are given per head. Food is the best. You know the rules."
, don’t let me talk nonsense.”
"Half, half, not that much, only half." The chief shouted to the porcupine people, while the tribesmen behind him raised their weapons and screamed. This was a threat, and it was telling the bandits that it was almost
Come on, if a fight breaks out, we won't be easy to mess with.
Zhang Peng continued to untie the black linen cloth, while looking at both sides curiously. This was the first time he saw the tribesmen talking to the bandits, and he was quite curious.
He always thought that the bandits would just come up and rob as many as they could without saying a word, but to his surprise, they could still talk. And judging from the chief's appearance, this kind of thing didn't happen once or twice.
This is Zhang Peng's fault. The bandits are not fools. They are seeking money and not killing their lives. If they start to rob them directly, the other party will fight to the death. People will be killed by then. The bandits don't want to take away their own lives.
Throwing your life on such a meaningless thing, it would be best if you can get resources without damaging people's hands.
"Who are those guys? Why haven't I seen them before?" The porcupine man did not answer the chief's words, but pointed his knife at Zhang Peng and asked.
"They have nothing to do with us. They are a caravan. We will not pay them head money." The chief sold Zhang Peng without hesitation. Anyway, the things had been exchanged and Zhang Peng was no longer of use. How could there be any friendship?
In other words, friends just sell them.
Zhang Peng glanced at the chief and clicked his tongue. He didn't care about the chief betraying him. This was normal. The tribes he came into contact with were basically like this. The tribe had the greatest interests. He was just a businessman. Without him,
Zhang Peng, Liu Peng, and Wang Peng will also be there. Anyway, they can always wait for the next businessman, and they will not fight with the bandits for his sake.
There are two groups in the first place. You have to protect your own interests with your own hands. You have to have the strength to live a better life. When he was buying from the tribe just now, Zhang Peng didn't miss the chief's changing eyes from time to time.
Really, if it weren't for the protection of the black warrior, the chief might have turned into a bandit in advance.
Upon hearing the word caravan, the porcupine man's eyes suddenly lit up.
The caravan is good. It has many resources. Whether it is robbery or extortion, the caravan is a good target, but it is a big fat sheep!
"Come from the caravan, come out and speak personally." The porcupine people simply ignored the chief and shouted to Zhang Peng. The tribe couldn't escape anyway, so they should come with the caravan first.
The lizard man stuck out his tongue, drew his bow, and pointed it at Zhang Peng's side.
Zhang Peng glanced at the porcupine man coldly, and finally untied the black linen cloth, revealing a long stick about three meters long inside. He walked towards the porcupine man with the long stick. When he saw Zhang Peng making a move, the lizard
The man's arrows immediately locked onto him, and at the same time his eyes looked at the long stick in Zhang Peng's hand.
The two black warriors silently took two quick steps and stood in front of Zhang Peng, protecting him as he moved forward. The remaining dozen or so black warriors followed Zhang Peng.
After taking a few steps forward, Zhang Peng stopped, raised the long stick in his hand, and thrust it into the ground. The top of the long stick was a skull!
Zhang Peng held the undead flag, looked at the porcupine man calmly, and said slowly: "Tell me what you want."
The sinister aura of the black warrior spread, and the muscles in the corners of the lizard man archer's eyes twitched. With fear in his eyes, he glanced at the porcupine man, whose expression was not good-looking either.
This evil spirit, this human businessman's guard is extraordinary.
The porcupine man felt something was wrong. The businessman in front of him seemed to be different from the businessmen he had met before. There was no panic at all, he was too calm.
He looked at Zhang Peng, then looked at the erected flag of the undead, his eyes suddenly bulging.
Skull?!
After the battle between the undead and the Cancer Alliance, the symbol of the skull was no longer used casually in the wasteland. It was the symbol of the undead. Although the undead had never admitted it, everyone acquiesced in this matter.
What does the human in front of me erect a long stick with a skull mean?
The porcupine man suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard recently. There was a human businessman wandering in the wasteland. He had a lot of resources in his hands and claimed to be the companion of the undead.
Human, skull, could it be that the human businessman in front of me is the person in the rumors?
The porcupine man rolled his eyes, pointed at Zhang Peng and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing with a broken pole? Put it down for me. Who are you trying to scare with a skull? I've seen many people's heads, but I'm not afraid."
Skull!"
Zhang Peng didn't say a word, but a glimmer of light emerged from the skull on the undead flag, as if there was a flame rising in it.
"Let me tell you, whether you are an undead person or not, you have to hand over the resources today, five shares per person. No, ten shares!" The porcupine man has basically determined that the human in front of him is the guy who calls himself an undead companion, but
Not only did this not make him retreat, but it made him even more arrogant.
The porcupine man thought about it, what could happen to the undead? Are there any undead around here? If not, then he would just rob, and then run away as soon as possible. He was a bandit, not a tribe. He could still hang out in another place.
Even if he is prosperous, even the undead can't catch him.
Moreover, the thought of robbing the undead's things is exciting. It will make him famous. When the time comes, he will gain even more by robbing. This is something he has done before.
"You are very courageous. You know who I am by looking like you. Since you know who I am, you still dare to speak. It seems that you don't take us seriously." Zhang Peng's eyes darkened, and he hated this.
This kind of thing, it was so good when it stopped before. As long as I took out the flag, there would be no trouble.
It had been a long time since Li Ziyu showed up, but these guys became arrogant. They knew who they were and dared to make demands. This was a lack of deterrence.
"Humph, when I come out to be a bandit, which race's face do I need to take care of? If I take care of your face, what else will we eat?" the porcupine man said with a laugh.
"I have the resources. If you have the ability, you can get them yourself." Zhang Peng shrugged and said casually.
The porcupine man reacted for a moment, and then he realized that the talks had collapsed, so what else is there to talk about? Let’s grab it!
"Brothers, charge and grab all the resources!" the porcupine man howled as he waved his broad-backed sword vigorously.
The lizard man loosened his fingers, and the arrow flew out with a whoosh. The Black Warrior moved his steps, and the arrow hit the armor and was easily bounced away. However, the Black Warrior's armor did not leave even a mark.
The bandits in the rear shouted to kill and rushed towards Zhang Peng.
When the chief saw a fight starting, he immediately called on his tribesmen... to retreat and go back to the tribe!
They don't know how to participate in a battle. There are caravans on one side and bandits on the other. Fight as much as you like, and whichever side you like will die. Anyway, he will benefit from whichever side dies.
If the bandit dies, his tribe will be safe. If the caravan dies, they will not lose anything, and they may even gain some resources.
Seeing the bandits charging towards him, Zhang Peng stood still without moving. He didn't believe what these two or three hundred people could do to him. The person guarding him was the famous black warrior among the undead tribe. Are you kidding?
Even if the Black Warrior fails to defend him, so what, just die, as long as the fortress is still there, he can be resurrected, fear of a hammer!
He still has a lot of back-ups, not to mention the mobile fortress and the gophers in the fortress, as well as the Skeleton Spitter-1 model that hasn't come out yet. The two to three hundred people in front of him are not enough to spray.