After a night's rest, Draenor seemed to have fully recovered, but he knew that it also meant that the curse of the White Refining Fire had gradually deepened. Overnight they had used up all the elixirs, and the next thing was to restrain the beast's revival.

"Hey, what do you think? Isn't the injury healed? Vekirico slapped Draenor on the shoulder, and he came to his senses and held the firearm in his hand tightly.

None but him had rested the night, and Jeanne and Viklily waited all night in the sand near the oasis, until the sun was already shining on the ground, and a few antelopes with broken stars appeared in the distance.

It also took Cooper a night to build a new barrel for him from some parts of the saddlebag, and he always felt a little sorry for him when he knew that he would not entrust Cooper to cut the barrel when he was on the ship.

But it was a good opportunity to test out the new equipment, although this barrel is not as detachable as the previous one, but the overall is more slender and flexible, and there is also a propped tripod underneath that is easy to ambush, which is simply customized for hunting.

Draenor turned the valve to "first gear" and slowly aimed the muzzle of the gun at the antelope floating in front of him. There is one that is relatively fat and strong, and the movement law is relatively easy to master, and it seems that it is also an old sheep.

"I'm sorry......"

Draenor pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, sending the oryx to its knees, and the surrounding sheep scattered in all directions.

"It worked!" He quickly got up from the sand and ran straight towards the antelope's carcass. When he got closer, he realized that the antelope looked almost identical to the sword-gazelle he had caught near the camp, but there were no sharp horns on the top of his head, leaving only two smooth round bone joints, as if he had been polished by someone.

"Draenor! The result? Vikiriko looked down at the antelope, its chest was shot through a fist-sized hole, its whole body was almost two meters tall and weighed ninety kilograms, and there was no need to worry about food on the way.

"Well done, marksman! Jeanne, help him 'undress', we'll be ready for red willow barbecue in no time!" ”

Jeanne smiled and nodded, pulled out her dagger and stripped the antelope's furry skin, grabbing its hind legs and dragging it near the oasis.

"Let's be here, we can't get too close to the oasis, if the smell of blood is stained near the pool, I'm afraid no sheep will dare to come here to drink." As she spoke, Vikli turned and walked over to the oasis and picked up the red willow twigs she had prepared earlier.

Cooper and Delano lit a bonfire, and Viklico and Jeanne skewered the sliced lamb onto a willow branch and stuck it around the fire.

The fat bubbled under the touch of the heat, and the oil and water dripped along the willow branches and fell onto the sand. Even the desert ants were attracted by the aroma and carefully tasted the delicious oil.

Vicilico wrapped the antelope's liver in a cloth and set it aside, turning around and holding a skewer of roasted lamb in front of him.

Draenor watched as Viklico began to move, and couldn't wait to pull out a skewer of roast meat from his side, and after two or three bites, only the bare willow branches were left on the skewers in his hand.

"Hahaha, Mr. Delano might really fit into the life of a Lycos!" Jeanne said with a smile at Viklico.

"Yes, but we seem to have forgotten a very important question, turn over! You see, although it's a little burnt, this side is still bloody, and I don't think it tastes as expected. Viclily pointed to the pink chunk of flesh and told Jeanne that she didn't want to ingest extra blood for no reason.

"Haven't you ever eaten meat? It's not blood, it's tissue in the muscles! When is it still picking bones in eggs. Cooper yelled, his mouth stuffed with unswallowed pieces of meat.

Draenor didn't want to be part of this boring conversation, he had already been injured in last night's battle, and he had to recharge his strength now. Of course, you should also enjoy a delicious meal that you have never tasted before.

In less than an hour, the antelope's two hind legs were eaten by the crowd. Jeanne carefully shaved off the rest of the flesh and tied it with a rope and hung it on a wooden strip. Cooper walked over to the pool to drink.

"This trick is quite novel, where did you learn it?" Vekily said curiously, looking at the hanging pieces of meat.

"Ah, just a few skins from the Bedouins. Without enough salt for development, it may not taste as good as you think. ”

Jeanne replied to Viklico with a wry smile, hanging the last few pieces of fresh meat on the sticks, and carefully inserting them into the groove behind the saddle.

Feeling like his stomach was about to burst open with one more bite, Draenor touched his full belly and got up to bury the antelope's bones in the sand. He clapped his hands and sat down on the edge of the campfire.

"If there weren't any curses or other troubles, it would be nice if it was just a trip." He smiled and looked at the cloudless sky, it was so blue, like a vast ocean.

Just as Vicilico and Jeanne were about to return to the campfire, several figures suddenly appeared near the oasis. They carried a dozen camels, and their saddles were filled with all kinds of supplies and knick-knacks, and they looked like caravans roaming the desert.

"Wow! Wow! One of the men in the gauze robe waved his arms at the crowd, as if trying to get the attention of the group.

Just as Viklico was wondering, a group of furry creatures suddenly emerged from the side of the caravan, and those were the same herd of antelopes they had noticed earlier! Draenor swallowed quietly, "I'm in trouble now." ”

The man came to the crowd with the caravan, dancing and asking them in strange language, mixed with shouts. Jeanne cleared her throat and stepped forward to try to speak with him.

"Ahem, cough, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you too clearly, what did you just say?"

The man was suddenly attracted to Jeanne, and he quickly took a deep breath, slowed down his speech and repeated what he had said before.

"That's right...... It's a bit of a problem......" Jeanne smiled wryly and scratched the back of her head, carefully casting her gaze on Viklico.

"How can you understand what he is saying? What did he say compared to this? Vikirico asked nervously at Jeanne.

The man couldn't wait for Jeanne to translate, and stepped forward and grabbed Vekilic's collar, and Draenor immediately drew her dagger from behind him, only to see her wave behind her to put away her weapon.

“roaniy？ dorlysch？ Misarians? The man asked Vikliko in a different language, and she finally waited for a few words that she could understand, and hurriedly replied to the man,

"Misaran! Yes, Misalaan! We understand, what's the matter to talk slowly, please let me go first, okay? Vikily put her hands to her ears to show no ill will towards the businessman.

"The mud killed the flock of Wo!" The merchant let go of his hand and shouted to Vikiriko with his finger pointing to the remaining blood stains on the sand.

Things were exactly as she had thought, and suddenly a herd of antelopes without horns appeared in the desert, and it was obvious that the owner had cut off the long horns as sharp as a sword to avoid hurting people. Vikily had clearly guessed this at the time, but how could she have expected that there were also sheep herding in the desert?

"Well, I told them to shoot, tell me what compensation you want, although we don't have anything to give you." Vickyli straightened her ripped collar with her hand and said to the merchant.

"That's not right! He fired the gun, and he just paid for it alone! "The merchant bit Draenor and insisted on making him pay compensation alone.

"Blue-haired boy! The new barrel I made is good, right? Ay? Who are these people? Cooper wiped his mouth with his sleeve and walked this way, only to see a group of strangely dressed strangers.

"Ahh One makes a gun, one gives orders, one hunts, and one is skinning, right? Whatever you want, pay! ”

Vicky was a little impatient, they were obviously standing here, and they hadn't said anything about eating a bully meal.

Fortunately, he had the gold coins he got from Moran in his pocket. She was about to take the money bag in front of her, but suddenly stopped her hand, crossed her waist and asked the merchant, "How much do you want?" ”

"Deley, three. Or gold, half a coin! The merchant pulled out a round coin from his waist, it was blackened throughout, it seemed to be made of some alloy, and it was engraved with a totem of a wolf's head, which was supposed to be the currency of the Snowway Kingdom.

"Here, gold, half! Don't bother us! Vikily mimicked the merchant's tone and pulled out half of the broken gold coin from behind her, grabbed the merchant's cuff and shoved it in.

The merchant was saying something in strange language, which sounded like some terrible words anyway.

He jerked out the half of the gold coin from his sleeve, put it to his mouth, bit it with his teeth, and carefully observed the tooth marks on the coin, and then happily walked over to the others to show off.

"Gold! It's true! There are women goods! You buy! Bring the gold coins! The merchant immediately changed his attitude, and danced with excitement as if he had seen his own father.

Vikirico glanced over at Draenor, new blankets, binoculars, sunshades, and a lot of the goods they needed. Draenor nodded, he also felt the need to buy as many supplies as he could.

After all, money is nothing but metal in the desert, and there is no way to keep people alive.

Vekiriko caught up with the merchant as he yelled at the others, and everyone got into action. From the saddle of the camel, he took the cloth bags, blankets, and all kinds of large and small boxes, and spread them out on the ground.

In less than a minute, Vicky felt that the caravan in front of her had become a miniature version of the bazaar.

"Why don't you just move your home here? We can still go in and sit. Vickily teased at the merchant with a frown.

"Home? Wo didn't! It's camels and still in stock! Bring the gold coins! The merchant hurriedly repeated to Vickyly, and it seemed that there were only a few Mishalan words, the most standard of which was "gold coins".

"What a miser...... Vickyo sighed, calling the others over to take a look at the strange goods. Handmade soaps, kettles, salt, and other condiments, in addition to these everyday items, there are some antiques that resemble collectibles.

Before Vicky could speak, Cooper picked up a copper binocular, and toyed with it, "This thing should be of some use!" ”

"What are you doing? Put it down! Vekily quickly snatched the telescope and put it back. The merchant seemed a little unhappy, grabbed Vikilic's sleeve and shouted, "Mud, if you touch it, you have to buy it!" Gold! ”

Is there such a truth in the world? Vicky was furious, and the curls behind her almost stood up. But considering that their telescope has been left in the dungeon of the Blackstone, it might come in handy to buy another one.

Seeing that Viklily had calmed down, the merchant quickly stretched out two fingers and said to her, "This, two gold coins, complete." ”

“…… Two is two! Vickyli didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and shoved the gold coins into his hands. Draenor suddenly shouted something behind her, and she immediately turned her head to see two or three merchants crouching on the sand around her camels.

"What do you want to do? This is not for sale! Vekiriko immediately shouted to them, and the leading profiteer came over and leaned down to take a closer look at the camel's hooves.

"Don't have an iron palm? This will not work! The camel walked too much and got hurt! He pointed to the camel and shouted excitedly.

It seems that all animal vehicles are the same, not only horses, but also camels need iron palms. Although the sand is soft and sparse, the camel's paws will wear out sooner or later after walking in the desert for a long time.

Vicky thought about it and decided to ask the merchant, "Do you have this?" How much does it cost to put on an iron palm? ”

The merchant stretched out a finger, the price was still acceptable, one camel was one gold coin, and there were only three iron palms after all three heads. There was still a surplus of money, at least that would prevent the camel from being injured and delaying the journey, Vicilico nodded, signaling for a deal.

The merchant immediately stood up and beckoned to the others, and several men in robes came over with large and small boxes and placed them on the ground to open, rivets, hammers, ropes, and shoes of various styles. They tied one of the camel's legs with twine, and pinned it to the camel's hooves with rivets against a shoe of the right size.

Even Draenor admired their professionalism a little, and after one nail was finished and the other was replaced, the merchants were sweating profusely under the scorching sun, but they did not dare to relax for a moment. Finally, after more than an hour, the iron palms of the three camels were nailed, the position was accurate, and the workmanship was perfect, and the leading merchant walked in front of Viklico.

She took three gold coins from her pocket and placed them in the merchant's hand, and turned to walk towards the shop, but the merchant grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat. "Oops, no! An iron palm, a gold coin! ”

Delaenor, feeling a little angry, reached out and was about to grab the man's collar, but the merchants around him gathered around, staring at him with hostile eyes. It was then that he realized that these merchants were all Lycos, and their eyes glowed with a strange brown light, like wolves ready to attack at any moment.

"I'm really ...... Well, three camels, twelve iron palms, you can take all this money! "Vicky had never been so angry, the reason why the merchant stretched out his finger was deliberately misunderstood, and there happened to be twelve gold coins left in his hand, so he was considered bankrupt.

The merchant snatched the money bag, poured the gold coins into the palm of his hand and counted them carefully, and then nodded to Viklico with a smile, "That's right! Twelve gold coins! ”

For a second, Vicky didn't want to see this group of bullying profiteers again, like tourists who were cheated out of money by locals, and had to pay according to their habits. She turned and mounted her camel, ready to take the group away.

"Hey, hey! Wait a minute! The leading merchant came running from the shop again, and Draenor was eager to let the camel give him a hoof now. I saw the merchant smile and take out a golden beetle sculpture from his bosom.

"The wo people are excited, I'm sorry, there is a saying everywhere 'follow the local customs', this is an apology!"

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