The fire was extinguished, and Mossa's face fell back into darkness, the jewel on the amulet was shattered, and he reached out to pick it up, and with a gentle pinch, the treasure that had once been so beautiful and brilliant became a useless black slag, and he let go of his fingers, and the residue fell into the sand through the gap between his fingers. www.biquge.info He didn't want to pin all his hopes on a Grenada, but he and those who would follow him had nowhere to go, and he even had the urge to leave the spider-eaters behind and go beyond the desert, as he had thought many years ago, but he knew it couldn't be, not only his people, but even he didn't know what he could do without the spider-eaters, and maybe even being a slave would be too thin.

Each desert barbarian was extremely slender, and in addition to his meagre diet, he was too heavy to escape on his own spider-eating beast - Mosa couldn't help but think back to the wars that the elders had talked about before—the caravan that was lost and weakened by the sandstorms, the reckless or ill-intentioned outsiders, the small branches, no more than half the number of tribal warriors, the patrols of the dragonclaw soldiers...... In addition to this, the only thing they can do when they encounter the kind of caravans that are used as decoys, or the elite of the dragon's claws or the knights of the dragon's fangs, is to escape, and the spider-eaters are so fast in short distances that they will only turn around and fight the enemy to the death.

Of course, the elders of the second half of the tribe, who can only be named cowardly and vile, will not tell the children, and even Moses will not hear and see the truth and darkness of the tribe until he reaches adulthood at the age of twenty, although in the years before that he has analyzed and discerned the lies from the words and the shadows - but what is he going to do? Did he want to tell the children that the valiant warriors they were thinking of were just lucky enough to survive by the indifference of the enemy?

But what he didn't expect was that there were too many lies, and it was not only others who had been deceived, but also himself, and those elders would think that when Grenada got serious, they would be able to escape with those old tricks that had long been known to the Dragontooth Knights and Warlocks...... Or, with a wry smile, Moses had only begun to complain early on with their strict rules—that they were not allowed to plunder caravans of unknown circumstances, nor to buy, sell, and torture captives and slaves, much less to harm and plunder the Sphinx— The Sphinxes had been close to the barbarians, but since the death of Mossa's father, some of the tribe had been tempted by the Warlocks' offer and had committed an unforgivable betrayal of the Sphinx's trust in them, and Mosa wondered why they thought that a bag or two of gold would be more important than an alliance of a wise race. But they did just that, and although Mosa had come close to snatching the Sphinx's eggs back to their territory, the covenant between the barbarians and the Human-Faced Sphinx broke from the moment the men reached out - this time the Human-Faced Sphinx did not hesitate to migrate, but they didn't even bother to ask the Muses if they were going to leave the desert with them......

The leader of the male-faced sphinx was willing to bring him to the black-haired broodling, only because of the eggs that Mosa had brought back.

After getting the news, Mosa thought for a long time, and he found that if this thing was true, then the best fate for the barbarians would only be to become slaves, or outcasts, if it was a few years ago, Mosa might have chosen to go into exile, but in recent years he vaguely knew about the situation in some neighboring countries, they were shrouded by the shadow of war brought by Grenada, a large number of young men became soldiers, and the fields could only be cultivated by old men, women and children, which made the thirst for slaves and serfs in these countries reach a peak, they will not be free, but will only be enslaved endlessly。

The only way the young leader could think of to keep the desert barbarians alive seemed to be to become a vassal of the black-haired dragonborn, or as the elders rebuked, a slave, but since the dragonborn could be trusted by a male-faced sphinx, he might also be able to hope that he wasn't as ruthless as the other Grenada dragonborns? They could raise hordes of spider-eaters for him, albeit ...... The spider-eaters did have some value, but it didn't seem to be worth exchanging too much - but before the black-haired dragonborn had established his power, Mosa dared to say that his own power, although small, was like a chela in the belly of the spider-eater, and it was possible that they might be able to play an unexpected role at a critical moment.

"What did the warlock say?" said a young desert barbarian, who was in the tribe and did not have a very good relationship with Musa, but who was willing to "believe" in Mosa and leave the tribe with him - Mosa knew that he was only tired of continuing to live a barren and precarious life in the desert day after day, and longed to be hired by a powerful and rich king or lord to be his right and right hand, to hold power, to be the one who could manipulate the fate of others at will.

"He's agreed. Mosa didn't want to say much about the detailed process, he knew that in the end he almost collapsed, he yelled at the image in the flames, telling the other party that he had understood his plot, and swore that his plan would not be fulfilled in reality, but the black-haired dragonborn only showed a smile, it was not a sarcastic smile, nor was it vicious and mean, this smile could even be said to be forgiving, with a bit of pity that is rare in the Grenadas, yes, the white-robed warlock told him very calmly that he didn't have any plans, he just told them what the Grenadians were going to do, and as for whether they needed to kneel in front of him, he didn't care at allIf Moses felt humiliated or suspicious, he could take his people wherever he wanted, and personally, he would not obstruct them with much trouble.

"Then ......," asked the young barbarian tentatively, "shall we just go over it, and we will be killed or imprisoned before we have touched the first outer wall." ”

He said he would send his messenger. Moussa said.

They waited in the desert for two days, and on the very day that Kremar left for the barracks, a caravan carrying heavy black iron and steel passed through the desert, and under the guidance of the fire elemental attendants, they found Mosa and his people.

The barbarians are no different from some brown-skinned Grenadas in appearance, and perhaps the difference is their clothing - Grenada is a nation of spellcasters, so even with chain mail and swords, people are happy to add a loose robe to their bodies, and to cater to the dragon's preferences, they wear jewels around their necks, foreheads, and wrists. The barbarians are not, in order to reduce the burden of spider-eaters and not affect their speed, the barbarians prefer tights, at most they wear a huge turban to protect against the wind and sand, and the weapons they carry are also small and delicate, as for the ornaments, only girls will wear a pair of thin gold rings on their ears, and you can almost only see amulets on men, most of these amulets come from their elders, which are a blessing and do not exceed human expectations.

"Change your clothes," said the caravan owner, who from here he divided the caravan into two groups, one of his trusted subordinates, and the other of hired mercenaries who guaranteed them to get here, and the rest of the journey was handed over to the strangers. There were many who would admire his courage, but he had to say that in the end it was the fear of the owner of the Thieves' Guild of Sharp Jaw Harbor more than the fear of Grenada's - and Glenn had said that he was working for a member of Grenada's royal family, hopefully, he thought, as he swept through the people who needed to be taken with him, but fortunately there were only a few women and children among them, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain why he had a group of domestic mercenaries.

Moses knew what he was thinking, he was heartbroken at the thought of the women and children, but he couldn't take them with him, they didn't want to leave the tribe, they didn't want to become slaves, and rightly so—except that sometimes Moses wished that his perception and judgment were wrong, that even if he had to lose his dignity as a human being for today's decision, the least innocent lives would be saved.

His companions were in high spirits trying on the leather armor and shirts, as well as the cloaks, which could match the status of a mercenary, not refined and crude, but the barbarians were excited about their weapons, as mercenaries, all they could not be just a dagger, they could have long swords, large bows, scimitars, shields, and long and short spears. They didn't seem to care about the people who stayed in the tribe, and this was what made Moses different from the other barbarians, who were not a gentle race, and in some places they were as hard as sand that had been sanded countless times by hurricanes.

"We're only responsible for taking you out of town. The merchant explained, "All the hired mercenaries are only allowed to stay in the outer city, they are not allowed to enter the inner city, but the outer city is also very good, with wine, women, and comfortable beds. ”

Sure enough, Moses immediately salivated at the sight of some of his companions, who loved wine, and women, and all that could be called pleasure.

"Let's go. Mosa finally said that he had glanced at the desert before pulling the hood from his cloak, and that he had nothing more to ask for than that the black-haired dragonborn would not force them to point their swords at their own people.

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The Otherworldly Soul had no idea about Moses, and for it it was doing a very reasonable and simple thing, just as someone had traveled back in World War II and learned that everyone in a Jewish ghetto would be arrested and sent to a concentration camp, so they managed to warn those people as quickly as possible, though embarrassingly they were the ones in charge of the mission.

But the lich didn't seem to care about his actions - they wouldn't believe it, said the former undead, if they were still the same - I had dealt with them before I left Grenada, and I must say that the whole process was disgusting, and their IQ was probably as low as the spider-eaters they raised, nay, maybe even lower, they were used to paralyzing themselves and being content with the status quo, and some might escape, but it would only be a minority.

But what if that person spoke up about us?

- What gives you the illusion that a barbarian can only be a slave in the royal capital, and who will listen to what a slave has to say? If someone tries to make a slave a witness, they will only be the first to be questioned, because they dare to elevate a slave to the position of a resident of Grenada. And......

- And?

- I would like to know how tolerant that "mother" and my father and my eldest brother can be, ...... How many rights can you have...... How big of a mistake can you make...... How long can you endure...... It's exciting to think about, my dear.

-- Dan...... That's like...... A bit dangerous?

- You said as if you didn't do many stupid things before - The lich said that it was because I didn't curse you into the endless abyss?

They got the news during the night that the barbarians who were willing to leave the tribe had entered the outer city, but now even the souls of the other world have no intention of contacting them, and tomorrow they will follow the integrated dragon fangs to fight, the problem is that the souls of the other world are unwilling, and the lich can't hurt any innocent person. Although none of the barbarian males can be called innocent, and they did not spare the non-Grenada merchants when they plundered the caravans, they were as cruel as thieves and assassins, and if it weren't for Mosa's father repeatedly stopping them, their behavior might not be much better than Grenada, but the point is that the women and children of the tribe, the lich and the spirits of the other world do not know how the law is determined, but killing a baby cannot be said to be a righteous act in any way.

- By the time you got to the point, the lich said that it couldn't be too late, and that he had sorted out the scroll and potion belts, as well as the dimensional bag that was indispensable for every spellcaster, and that the dimensional bag contained the rune fragments needed for this mission.

"Hey," Keou, who was very evil in color, greeted happily when he saw the black-haired Dragonborn approaching, "The sun is really beautiful this morning." He said.

And the lich only stared at the wreath of roses between his ears. (To be continued.) )