Things like Warcraft are not bigger and more precious, nor are they more valuable and useful. Girls care about cuteness, macho men focus on combat effectiveness, and magicians tend to focus on intelligence. But no matter what, Warcraft exists in the world.
The quantity is relatively small and cannot be owned by ordinary people. Even ordinary monsters are priceless. Therefore, this small tracking beast can make a lot of money after changing hands, but now, the leaders are trapped in a dilemma.
It's an embarrassing situation because they don't want to and can't resell it.
Although they are in the name of a mercenary group and guild, they are actually just a group of black market businessmen entrenched on the deserted coast. They have power but no deep background. The empire and noble forces nearby have been eyeing them. They claim that they are not afraid, but they are still in their hearts.
Therefore, a magical beast that can track and spy on secrets is extremely precious to them, even if it is used as pants, they must keep it! As for the problem that the magical beast already has an owner, naturally there are a lot of magicians to help solve it - people
You can do anything here and there, let alone Warcraft?
In half an hour, all the cash in Tuwei Port was collected in the tavern. The most valuable currency was Sibia’s military coupons, followed by the deduction vouchers from the treaty merchant group, followed by various gold and silver coins. "
Three tables were piled up with "treasures of the town" and "local products", and the rest were all hung on the faces of the leaders... They smiled awkwardly, with apologetic expressions on their faces.
Looking at the "change" in front of him that could weigh down five strong horses, Cohen was very disapproving. He just reached out and took out a few bags of coins, leaving the rest where they were. After spending another afternoon, Cohen walked around the port twice.
, bought some belongings, and then left with the courtesy of the leaders.
He learned the lesson from before, put on a black water-proof cloak, turned his hair and eyes gray, put several swords into musical instrument cases and carried them on his back, and pulled an old horse, just like this at night
On the road, the image is poor, but it is very common and it is reasonable to appear anywhere.
Following the strong advice of the big leader and the "fun map" of the little leader Xiao Shui, he traveled through several of the most distinctive ports and towns on the deserted coast. Although he only watched silently, he fully appreciated the unique style here.
worldly sentiments.
There were many people who fled during the war. They could no longer return home and could only abandon their identities and stay here, struggling with humiliation and survival. Together with the refugees who fled from elsewhere, these two types of people formed the social foundation of the deserted coast.
.Almost everyone has a story, but it is so unbearable to look back on. The guy who solicits diners on the street may have been an official in the past; the woman who performed erotic performances in the brothel may be a former priest of the Dark Demon Temple; the person who is managing a street
The leader, maybe he was a slave before...
The special environment is like a blazing fire, baking this small country on the desolate coast. Time seems to speed up, people's emotions are more exciting than outside, and everything seems a bit excessive, or in other words, profound. All laws of the past
All laws can be abandoned, leaving only the purest "rules" that can best guarantee survival. Life becomes simple and direct. Many things can only be "yes" or "no", and there is no need to discuss them at all.
In general, the society on the entire deserted coast is a horizontally progressive society. The most strictly controlled by road rules is the coast and smuggling business lines. But even in these places, the rules of each town are different.
It depends on which mercenary group and chamber of commerce are in charge - because these leaders bring the characteristics of their respective hometowns and implement the management methods they think are most suitable.
Along the way, Cohen saw many grafting systems between imperial laws and local folk customs, such as clan system, chiefdom system, slavery, feudal system... Without a unified internal and external environment, or even the support of economy and land, these systems are full of loopholes.
, is like child's play, a small wave can completely destroy it. But Cohen's eyes have been tempered by years of internal and external attacks to be extremely vicious. The chaotic Xiao Warring States in the eyes of others has already revealed its true nature in front of him, just like
The growth rings of large trees are generally clear.
As you go further out, the binding force of the "rules on the road" becomes less strong, especially at the border with the outside world. Uncontrollable conflicts usually come violently and suddenly, so much so that people will separate one from another when eating or sleeping.
Holding weapons in hand. But the trend of worshiping the strong is also more obvious. Warriors can have countless wives and wealth. Even in every city, you can see streets and buildings named after Isbia and Cohen.
On the sixth day leisurely, Cohen, who was down and out and ordinary, had already encountered two groups of robbers, three illegal shops, and a bunch of petty thieves. Of course, there were more children fishing in the field, women leaning on the door to show off their laughter, and
Those old people who pick wild vegetables... The reality is so cold. If you want to get something, you must pay. But as long as you follow this iron law, everything will go smoothly. You don't need to worry about being squeezed by bullies, nor do you need to be afraid of numerous taxes, and there are no two.
The priests of the temple come coldly to show mercy to people.
Ahead is the last small town belonging to the deserted coast. As soon as you cross the riverbank, Cohen will enter a place where "there is real law, order, and the guidance of demons." There are not many smugglers on this route.
, so this town is not noisy. The roads paved with stone slabs have not had time to be flattened by the wheels, but moss has grown in the gaps.
Anyway, there was no one urging him from behind, so Cohen let go of the reins and let the old horse pace slowly on the road. He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of dry food. This is also one of the native products of the deserted coast. Small boneless fish are dried.
Crispy, coated in fragrant fat, sandwiched in slightly astringent rye bread, and paired with the sweet and sour fruit wine in the leather bag, it is already an imperial luxury here.
"Master..." In the weak childish voice, a pair of dirty little hands stretched out to Cohen from the street: "Give me something to eat..."
This was the first "Master" that Cohen heard on the deserted coast. His eyes moved, and a beggar with a stained face came into view. The beggar was no more than seven years old. His body was lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of people who couldn't see.
He took out the rag of its original color and looked up at Cohen eagerly, staring straight at the bread, filled with fear and longing.
"Master... give me something to eat... just one bite..."
Perhaps because of the other person’s age, or because of this unique title, Cohen put a piece of bread half as big as the little beggar’s head into his hand. The little beggar held the bread in both hands, while retreating, greedy
He sniffed the aroma, and the saliva he had no time to swallow even dripped onto the bread. Seeing this scene, Cohen suddenly lost his appetite for eating, so he moved forward, crossed the bridge, and reached the other side of the river beach.
"Is there anyone who wants to cross the bridge? Is there anyone who wants to cross the bridge? Close the bridge!"
After Cohen passed, the bridge guard lowered the fence after shouting a few times. The bridge deck slowly rose behind him, and the sky was covered with sunset.
"Hahahahaha..." A burst of laughter sounded from the other side, immature yet sophisticated, causing Cohen to stop abruptly.
"stupid stupid stupid!"
For the first time, Cohen felt that the voice of a child less than seven years old could be so harsh. Listening to the sound, a pair of thin hands held up a piece of rye bread, swinging it ostentatiously on the other side. Under the setting sun, the surface of the bread
The saliva is a little reflective.
"Idiot, idiot!" the little beggar, or little liar, was shouting happily: "You will starve to death! You will starve to death!"
He is less than seven years old and cannot modify his language, nor can he express his pride smoothly, and he cannot even wash his face, but he understands that without bread, he will starve to death, so this powerless man
However, he used an advantage that was not considered an advantage to defraud the rye bread from Cohen Keda. From a professional perspective, his scheming and skills were fully mature, and he also knew how to drop some saliva to prevent the other party from regretting temporarily.
…
Who is stronger than whom? Who is better suited to survive? At this moment, at least from the perspective of a certain rye bread, Cohen lost, completely and completely! Those childish voices were actually sharper than swords
A hundred times! Cohen Keda, a man who had almost never suffered a loss at the hands of others, did not move at this time. He stood quietly amidst the ridicule, as if frozen.
The seven-year-old child's voice stopped abruptly! In Cohen's gaze, the little liar's face turned red and his eyes gradually bulged. The rye bread he raised with both hands was trembling slightly in the evening breeze, as if someone
It was like grabbing his neck, but Cohen didn't move from beginning to end.
The people in the town immediately noticed the abnormality and rushed to the shore with shouts. However, the body of the little liar gradually rose and was already hanging in the air. Of course, this kind of defrauding merchants was tacitly approved by the town, and the black man
How much wheat bread can the little liar eat? He doesn't have to support other people. So, it's normal for someone to come to reinforce him at this time, even if it's carrying a crossbow.
And Cohen standing on the shore is their only target.
"When an ordinary man is angry, blood will be scattered five steps; when a king is angry, the ground will be covered with blood." A female voice sounded beside Cohen: "Cohen Keda, which one do you want to choose now?"
Although this voice is filled with a sense of indifference, it cannot conceal the clear texture and the aroma like fine wine.
Cohen maintained a calm posture, watching the people on the other side pointing their crossbows at him: "I choose not to get angry."
"It's good to keep quiet, but they have already regarded you as prey." The female voice was still cold. On the other side, two adults were preparing to rescue the little liar, but no matter how hard they tried, the little liar was still hanging on
in the air.
"That's because someone is meddling." Cohen didn't even turn around to see who was speaking: "A dog catches a mouse."
"Kill that magician!" As the command sounded, several arrows flew across the bank.
Cohen took a look at the incoming force and didn't move, because this kind of animal bone arrowheads, with uneven wood and rough feathers, were fine for hunting at close range, but it was strange to be accurate at long range. Sure enough, there were a few scattered arrows.
It was planted not far from the shore - but then, a crossbow appeared on the earthen building on the shore.
"They plan to keep you here, want your horse, your food, and even your life. Why, are you still not angry?"
With a dull whistling sound, a crossbow arrow as tall as a person flew out. From a distance of more than a hundred steps, this standard crossbow arrow of the Demon Alliance can be said to hit wherever it is aimed, and the arrow will arrive with the sound!
In just an instant, the crossbow arrow arrived in front of Cohen. It changed from the size of a black thread to the diameter of a bowl. The gleaming metal arrow rotated rapidly, shining out a trace of golden light. The surrounding air rippled, and Cohen seemed to be like the town opposite.
Isolated by a piece of mist, the huge arrow whizzed towards him less than a foot away from his chest, but it could not fly within this foot of space. Instead, it gradually exhausted itself, gradually dropped, and finally "Bang!"
With a sound, it was inserted in front of Cohen's feet, and the soil flew up, leaving only one third of the arrow body outside!
A white palm was raised at the edge of Cohen's field of vision, making a very elegant gesture. The wrist was gentle and the fingers were nimble, as if stroking a flower. On the other side, there was a bloody storm, and more than a dozen strong men
and the crossbow machine on the earthen house were all smashed into pieces by invisible forces - the only intact little liar rose higher and floated towards the river bank.
"You are an emperor after all. How can you be hesitant when things happen? It's better to be famous than to meet."
The little liar floated in front of Cohen, still holding the rye bread in both hands, with real horror in his eyes.
"In this case, he does not regard himself as a child, nor does he regard you as a human being, but just a competitor with food. When he has power, he will use more direct methods
To seize food, even eat people, even so, you still keep his life?"
"Yes." Cohen didn't hesitate at all. The black iron sword on his back was already in his hand: "I want to keep his life."
"Why?" There was a hint of curiosity in that indifferent voice, and the expression of this curiosity was not equal, but had a hidden coercive meaning in it.
"Why?" Cohen smiled coldly, but still did not turn around to look at the owner of the voice: "Why should I tell you?"
"Because you can't beat me." The cold female voice answered straightforwardly: "If you want to keep him alive, you can only tell me the reason."
"The rules of the road are to respect the strong." Cohen said the reason expressionlessly: "Since he can cheat me of my bread, he is a strong man. As for your courageless and unimaginative speculation, I don't agree with him.
It makes no sense to me."
"No courage? No imagination?" The female voice's laughter sent chills all over the body: "You are sick, Cohen Keda, you are habitually denying other opinions. If you want to use this method to arouse me
If you’re curious, then you’ve made the wrong calculation.”
The little liar's legs began to kick wildly, and he could only breathe.
"He cheated me out of bread today and will eat people when he grows up. This is your nonsense speculation. Is there any inevitable connection between it?" Cohen responded in unfriendly terms: "Don't say he didn't eat people.
Even if he has already eaten someone, is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"
"These are troubled times, what can't happen? What necessary connection is needed?" The sarcasm in the female voice was no less than the previous child's voice: "Short-sighted!"
"Whether it's short-sighted or not, that doesn't matter." Cohen said word for word: "But as long as I'm here, who dares to say that there will still be troubled times in the future!"
After a moment of silence, the little liar who was hanging in the air finally took a breath, flew back to the other side, rolled a few times after landing, and then vomited in the pile of blurred flesh and blood while crawling.
The rye bread was stained with saliva and blood, but it was still held firmly by the little liar. Finally, he crawled through a clump of grass and disappeared.
The black iron sword whistled softly in the wind, Cohen, turned around. (To be continued)