A circle of stalls was set up in the tent, displaying a variety of weapons, some of which were even hung on the drapery on the four walls. These weapons range from curved blades, recurve knives, and multi-knud whips to duckbill axes, scepters, and more. Muhadi watched with great interest, and at the same time mentally compared these weapons of Atas with the cold weapons on earth.

Judging by the styling, the weapons here are not very different from those on Earth. The curved-bladed sword and duckbill axe have a distinctly ancient Egyptian style, but some local decorations can still show the difference. The various scimitars resemble typical Middle Eastern weapons, some of which are Sassanid Persian in terms of arc and center of gravity, while others are more of Arabian Peninsula specifications.

The most amazing thing about Attas's weapons is their materials, most of the weapons Muhadi saw when he first came to this world were either made of obsidian or animal bones. At that time, he thought that the world lacked metal smelting technology. Later, I learned that it was not that Attas did not have metallurgical technology, but that metal resources were extremely scarce, so metal weapons were very rare.

It can even be said that the metallurgical level of Atas is much higher than that of the Middle Ages on Earth. Because of the scarcity of metal, craftsmen have refined these few weapons, giving them a unique beauty and deadly power.

Muhadi picked up a finely crafted scimitar, unsheathed it, and looked closely.

It is a weapon similar to the Arabic Machete, but its material is not steel, but pure gold. This metal unique to Atas has a unique silvery-blue metallic sheen, faintly reflecting the cold light. It is very heavy, at least one and a half times denser than iron, and it is also very hard to be very hard. In a contest with a normal steel knife, it can split the opponent to pieces without curling a single blade of its own.

Its scabbard is also distinctive, made of wood, but one side is inlaid with a single piece of brass, carved with monster motifs, and decorated with crystal shards. On the other side is the bare wood, and it seems that this style of decorating only one side is also the practice of Attas.

The boy crossed the blade and observed the general burnt blade lines of its blade muscles and patterns, the veins on the back of the knife were like more than a dozen cloud ladders, and the texture on the front of the blade was like a rolled agate pattern. The boy waved it, feeling its gravity.

"How can you trade this good knife?" Mouhati asked the stall owner for the price.

"For a great warrior like you," the stall owner saw that he was interested, and immediately began to compliment. "How can I take money, isn't it only in the hands of heroes that the sword shows its value?"

The stall owner continued, "But the fate that sits above everything in the world is a complete bitch. She was stingy and ruthless, and brought me, a poor businessman, three wives and eight children to raise. It stretched me to the brim of a man who could barely make ends meet, and had no more than enough to do with the generosity of this sword gift to the hero. Fortunately, the hero is noble and generous, and he should not embarrass me, a poor merchant!"

Muhadi scoffed at this rhetoric, which the merchants of the desert liked to say as if it were a ritualistic transaction. For this compliment, he has long been immune.

"I'll give twenty Eurik coins. ”

The merchant wailed and declared that he had in fact owed a great amount of money, and that if he did not pay it off quickly, he would be killed, and his wife and children would all be made slaves. Muhati haggled with him, talked and talked, and listened to seven versions of the tragic story, before finally closing the deal for four gold tyrs, thirteen gold Ulric, and two pottery coins as a tip.

Seeing the deal, the merchant immediately put away his pitiful face, happily boasted about Muhadi's eyes, and then shook his hand and announced fiercely that the two had become good friends for life, and the next time he bought weapons, he must patronize his business. Impatient, Muhadi walked away, leaving the merchant in place and waving goodbye.

Other stalls also displayed all sorts of amazing equipment, with Muhadi picking up an animal bone dart and playing with it for a while, then looking at a whip made from lizard tendons and odd-shaped weapons made from insect jaws, before walking across from a weapon dealer who sold long-range weapons.

There was a circle of customers around the stall, most of whom were samurai from the Scorpion tribe who practiced the guò bite ceremony, and were enthusiastically commenting on the various bows and crossbows on the stall.

Although the elves of this world are very different from the elves in traditional stories, one thing that is really the same, that is, they are indeed very good at bows and arrows. The elven warriors of the Scorpion tribe have always boasted of their invincibility in mounted archery, and their skills are truly worthy of this.

More than a dozen different bows are on display at this stall, as well as arrows with metal arrows for customers to try on. At this time, a middle-aged elf picked up a bone longbow with a long arm and a short bow, tried it on the winding, and wanted to buy it if he was satisfied. He was interrupted by another younger elf, who also wanted to buy the bow.

The two immediately argued, and the words escalated into swearing, which turned into a fight. The people around him, whether they were elves or human businessmen doing business, did not step forward to stop them, but watched with smiles on their faces, and applauded loudly from time to time.

The middle-aged elf used a bowstring to settle the battle, and the victim's head was strangled purple by him, and his eyes were about to fall out. After his victory, he calmly accepted the cheers of the onlookers and paid the bill for the bone bow. He then drew his saber and cut off the corpse's head and seized his belongings as his booty. As for the headless corpse, it was finally dragged out by a stall owner's helper.

Muhadi heard one stall owner cautiously whisper to another, who seemed to be frightened, "...... For the first time, these elven barbarians are like this, and if they don't make three murders during the festival, they will be a complete failure. ”

An alternative recurve bow caught the boy's attention, it was also made of bone, with graceful curves, and the bow arm was not long, but it was extremely powerful.

"It's a whalebone bow!" young warrior, it's ......," the arms dealer began, but Muhadi interrupted him.

"You say it's a whalebone bow, and there are whales in the world?"

"Of course not, it was an ancient monster that lived in a time when Atas was still all over the oceans. "Imagine an ocean that covers almost the whole world! Endless water! And these great monsters called whales swim in this sea, and they can grow thousands of feet long, relying on these tough and strong bones!"

"When the sea dries up, the seabed forms the vast salt plains, from which the brave adventurers gather bones to make this remarkable weapon. ”

It's interesting, Muhati thought. Then he picked up the bow, took the lizard tendon key handed over by the boss, and put the bow on the string, and compared the posture of the bow.

Most people in this world use the Mongolian style of opening the bow, in which the hand pulling the bowstring is pulled with the thumb and the tail of the arrow is stuck in the socket of the thumb and index finger. But Muhadi still retains the habit of the earth, using the Mediterranean style of opening the bow. With one hand, open the bow, pull the bowstring with three fingers of the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of the other hand, and sandwich the tail of the arrow between the index finger and middle finger, and scatter it naturally.

It was only a test, so Muhathir didn't really release the arrow, but he was so pleased with the fluidity that he decided to buy the bow almost immediately.

Having bought a scimitar and a bow, Muhadi was satisfied and ready to return home. Before leaving, however, he was surprised to find that in the tent where weapons were sold, there was a corner of the tent where there were many books to be sold.

An old man with a gray beard sat at the back of the stall, his head wrapped in a large white cloth, his fat pants that were tight at the ankles, and a hookah in one hand, spitting clouds.

The devil sent the gods, and Muhadi walked towards the old man.

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