Being a caravan messenger has always been a good job. Although it is dangerous, it is very profitable. Riding a horse on the grassland, carrying the news of the caravan to every place. Every tribe will not ignore the caravan messenger. It is delicious and delicious.
There are women to sleep with, and you have to bring a bunch of gifts before leaving. Finally, you can broaden your horizons by sending letters to various tribes.
Although it is inevitable to encounter dangers such as giant beasts, giant insects, wild beasts, etc., prairie people still flock to the position of caravan envoy. Not only does it have many benefits, but it can also show one's own bravery, which is very powerful.
No matter what others think, Ji Ze feels that he likes this life anyway. He likes the feeling of running on the grassland and the feeling of showing off his power to any tribe. It makes him feel like a real warrior, not to mention there are many gifts and
It broadened my horizons.
He joined the ranks of the caravan envoys midway. He has been running around on the grassland for half a year, visited several tribes, and encountered countless dangers. However, he still feels that his kind of work should be done by a passionate man.
Because he joined halfway, most of the tribes he could notify were small and medium-sized tribes, and every tribe member he visited was respectful and respectful, which fully satisfied his vanity.
Until he came to the pasture of this red-maned horse, he didn't know that there was such a tribe before he came here. When he inquired about it, he found that this was really an extremely small tribe, and the entire tribe was just
There are over a thousand people, including the old, weak, sick and disabled, including women and children.
I thought that such a tribe should have no oil and water, but when he entered the pasture of the Red Mane Horse Tribe, he had a different feeling.
He could feel the existence of divine power. Although it was very weak, the environment of this pasture was so good. The grass was green and green. He could tell at a glance that it was good horse feed. Looking at the surrounding animals, there was absolutely no shortage of food and drink.
There is a small lake with beautiful scenery.
Such a wonderful pasture should belong to a small tribe. It is really unfair to the gods.
He found the camp of the Red Mane Horse Tribe. It was worse than he thought. There were more than a thousand people, but most of them were slaves, and looking at the state, they were like slaves in the wilderness.
The population of Red Mane Liema itself is only over a hundred.
It's strange to say that this tribe of more than 100 people is all men, women, old people, and there are no children. How did they survive?
With this doubt, Ji Ze stayed. He planned to see the way of survival of the red-maned fierce horse tribe. It was so interesting.
Observing secretly these days, he discovered more interesting points.
The Red Mane Horse Tribe has a small population, but it is very powerful. Looking at the physique and condition of the knights, they are not afraid of being outnumbered by the clergy warriors of many medium-sized tribes. What surprised him even more was that these knights turned out to be just ordinary people.
Of the tribal knights, there is no god warrior.
Their gods are not powerful! Yoshizawa lamented that such warriors should not stay in such small tribes. They should go to larger tribes, where their stage is.
Secondly, there are slaves. In the eyes of the prairie people, the wilderness people are just a bunch of brainless fools. Being a slave is too hard, and they have no loyalty and honor. They will betray casually. It is not that no one has kept wilderness slaves in captivity, but those
People would make trouble, rebel, and run away every once in a while. A thousand slaves in the wilderness were transformed into slaves. In the end, there were probably only thirty people who could be successfully transformed into slaves. The efficiency was really too low.
But it's different here. The wilderness slaves are very obedient and do whatever they are told, just like ordinary grassland slaves.
By the gods, is this a miracle?
Yoshizawa couldn't understand when the wilderness people became so obedient. If he could learn how to tame the wilderness people, it would be a great wealth!
Slaves are equivalent to dried meat on the grassland and can be used as currency. The name wilderness slaves are definitely wealth, wealth that can move and walk.
Finally, there was the attitude of the knights. Yoshizawa said that he was not very satisfied. He felt that these people had neglected him. He was the envoy of the caravan. When these people saw him, they seemed very calm and not excited at all. They heard him say that he would participate.
After the meeting, a tent was arranged for him. The food he usually ate was meat, but it wasn't necessarily that delicious. There was no special food or drink prepared for him, and no women were arranged for him.
Are you pretending to be wilderness people? You are so ignorant, Yoshizawa sighed sincerely.
Today he went out for a walk and saw a woman, a very beautiful woman with a very good figure. Her whole body was full of wildness, which made men unconsciously want to conquer her.
God, did you prepare this for me?
Ji Ze, who had not been in contact with a woman for a long time, saw Yingman'er walking towards the small white tent, and his eyes began to glow green, just like a hungry and anxious wolf seeing a fat sheep.
He wants to get this woman. She is a wild man and should be a slave. If he does something to the slave, the knights will probably not say anything.
Ji Ze walked towards Ying Man'er with a lewd smile. When she was unprepared, he grabbed Ying Man'er's wrist and dragged her towards his tent.
It has to be said that everyone who can become a caravan envoy has extremely good physical fitness. After all, they run around on the grassland all year round and have to deal with various dangers. Poor physical fitness is not enough.
The sudden attack left Yingman'er defenseless. She struggled hard, but for a moment she couldn't break free. She shouted loudly.
"Stop shouting, no one will come to help you. As a wilderness slave, you must know your duty!" Jize turned around and shouted impatiently when he heard Yingman'er's shouting.
After yelling, Ji Ze continued to pull Yingman'er towards his tent. Although it was daytime now, so what, he hadn't vented for a long time and was so depressed. If he wanted to blame it, it was because she was a good-looking woman.
What seduces me, well, that's it.
Ji Ze, who was trapped in his own fantasy, did not notice at all. Accompanied by Yingman'er's shout, the wilderness slave who was working honestly put down the things in his hands, stood up slowly, and looked towards Yingman'er.
, the originally numb faces began to show ferocious expressions, and they walked up with bare hands, faintly surrounding Yoshizawa in the middle.
"Huh???" Ji Ze inadvertently raised his head and was stunned. When had there been so many wilderness slaves around him? He turned around and looked around. Oh no, he was surrounded!
Yingman'er took advantage of Ji Ze's daze and broke free from his hand, retreated to a safe place among the crowd, and looked at Ji Ze angrily.
"What are you going to do?" Looking at the wilderness slaves with unkind expressions, Ji Ze felt a little flustered and shouted to them calmly.