According to Fatoumah, eating human flesh is not a shocking thing in this world, and many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. "Have you ever been to the slums of Tyre, where a special dish is sold, brown soup, which is cheaper than the horse meat of a sick horse. Think about what it's made of. When a man dies, he is just a piece of meat. This is Attas, I don't care who you are, or how many things you have forgotten, if you want to live well in Athas, let me adapt to this dying world. ”

"Anyway, when a person dies, it's not just a piece of meat. The living are great, and we can't let meat go to waste. She announced in a cold tone.

Attas, is this the name of the world? Muhadi looked at the girl on the ground again, sorry, I may not be able to save you.

"I will, but I don't want to ride this girl. ”

"Why, she's not to your liking?" asked Fatoumah curiously.

"Because there was a girl next to me who was twice as beautiful as her, and less than half of them wanted to kill me that much. Muhadi said boldly.

Fatumai smiled wickedly, "What a sweet mouth." How shall I reward you, my slave?"

"Maybe reward me with a slave?" asked Muhadi tentatively, "My memory is a little confused, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do it without help in the future." ”

"You want to save this girl's life. Fatumah pointed out sharply, "I don't see that you are a soft-hearted person." ”

With that, Fatuma threw the dagger with lightning speed, hitting the chest of the girl who was kneeling on the ground, who stared at the gem handle exposed on his chest in disbelief, as if trying to reach out to pull it out, and then fell to the ground with a crooked body.

A stench hit, and the body was incontinent.

"Human life is not worth anything in the desert. Fatuma dismounted and pulled out the dagger, "Remember this lesson." This is my gift to you. ”

Next, the riders dismounted one after another, patiently searched for corpses, took away all the things that seemed to have some value, and did not hesitate to make up for those who still had a breath for the time being. Most of the caravan's livestock were also slaughtered, and the large ostrich-like mounts and large lizards were hacked to death and lay on the ground, staring at the slaughter with dead fish-like empty eyes.

More than one corpse was plucked naked and thrown to the ground naked because it was wearing valuable clothing. There were faint sounds of sobbing and struggling in some places, and it was some rider who had found a woman alive and was riding on a big ride.

Fortunately, they did not seem to ride the corpses, and al-Muhadi could only console himself with this, and then he watched with disgust as the others used daggers to dispose of the corpses of people and livestock, and after bloodletting, they disemboweled, disemboweled, deboned, and shaved off the flesh from the corpses like vultures, wrapped them in linen, and finally placed them under the saddle.

Many of the nomads on Earth would use a similar method to process raw meat and put it under the saddle so that the juices in the meat could be gradually squeezed out as they rode and could be eaten when they reached their destination. When Muhathir was still in his hometown, he once ate zuò beef made in this way, and the taste was so bad that people really don't want to remember.

Broken corpses, goods and debris thrown into the sand, dead livestock and elated elven nomads. This qiē seems to constitute a postmodern abstract painting, deeply etched in Muhadi's mind. No matter how well-informed he was on Earth, he could only keep repeating the calming and calming in his heart, allowing himself to become completely numb.

Thankfully, the hellish scene was finally over, and the riders returned to their horses, and everyone's bags were a little bulging. The young elf, who had smiled at Muhadi before, rode over and rode alongside him.

Fatoumah was angry. The young man said in a slick tone, "I rarely see her like that." And it's even rarer that you're still alive when you make her angry. ”

"You ......"

"Call me Fahd, friend. "Young people happily introduce themselves," said Fahd bin Ghazi bin Hamad bin Ibrahi. I have a nickname called the Topple, and some people call me White Lightning. I like both nicknames. ”

"I am Hajibai Muhadi, a friend of Fahd, and I have no patronymic. Muhati also introduced himself.

"I know that," the young man nodded. "'The Miracle of Desert Survival', I was the first person to appear in the desert. ”

Fahd's smile was clean and hearty, and it was impossible to tell that he was the sturdy warrior and the butcher who fleshed him alive. Muhadi couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to find him, except for Fatuma, the rest of the team seemed to ignore him.

As if to answer Mohamadi Mohamad's doubts, Fahd continued. "Maybe you don't know it, but Fatuma is my sister. ”

"Sister, but your patronymic is different, I remember Fatoumah's patronymic is Abiad. ”

"Yes, we share the same mother, but come from different fathers. Fahd explained carefully, "Fatoumah's mother was one of the legal wives of the chief, but she had been only a bartender in Tyre. I'm her child back then, and according to you humans, I should be called an illegitimate child, right? ”

"It's going to make you feel bad. Muhadi replied politely.

"What do you mean? Bastard? Fahd laughed like his sister, and the two of them looked like each other from the side. "You don't understand anything, Muhadi. Birth issues have never bothered me, on the contrary, I am proud of it. Is it not as good as a child born of nature and passion to be the product of half-asleep and half-awake by hugging a wife who has no pleasure in his duties?"

"However, as an older brother, I care a lot about Fatoumah, especially after our mother died. You don't know how surprised I was when I saw her in the desert determined to save you. It's rare to see this female scorpion care so much about a person, and many people bet that she won't be able to marry for the rest of her life. ”

What does this mean, is he hinting at me something, Muhadi thought. "I'm just a slave. ”

"You make me feel different, Mohamadi. Fahd didn't go on, but changed the subject. "Unlike the rest of the tribe, I grew up in the city of Tyre, and I lived by stealing, begging, and swindling, until my mother decided one day to leave the city and earn a living in the desert. I joined the Scorpio tribe with my mother. ”

"I've come into contact with all sorts of people in the city, humans, elves, halflings, dwarves, even Muers and half-giants. But I've never met anyone like you. There is something about you, Muhadi, I can't say what it is, but you make people feel like you don't belong to the surrounding qiē, you don't belong to the human race, you don't even belong to Attas. ”

Muhadi immediately became alert that the fact that he was a traverser was definitely his biggest secret now, and it could not be exposed no matter what. "It's just an unlucky guy who lost Luke and lost his memory in the desert, you think highly of me. ”

"No, no, I don't think so. You speak Elfish, don't you? Most humans can't learn it, and that alone is unusual. What's more, he mysteriously walked out of the center of the Arica Desert where no one had ever been, dressed in a gorgeous robe and carrying a precious gem dagger and a strange thick book. No matter how you look at it, there are too many mysteries in you. ”

This is the previous owner of this body, not mine. Muhati thought, bowing his head and being silent.

Obviously, he felt that Muhathir did not have a look on Fahd's face, but he did not delve into it. "Forget it, I saw that you didn't search for loot, and you didn't get any food, were you so humble?"

"I wouldn't hesitate to take my fair share of the loot, if that was won by fighting a close opponent. But most of them were not soldiers, but women, children, and old people, and I was ashamed to take things from their corpses. ”

"It's a rare virtue, and there aren't many of them in the desert these days. Fahd clapped his hands and praised in an exaggerated and sarcastic tone. The horse under his crotch snorted violently, as if to cooperate with his master's affection. "Come on, Muhadi, I can see that you are not afraid of tarnishing your honor. You are soft-hearted and unwilling to desecrate their bodies. The blasphemy of these two words Fahd's tone was particularly sarcastic.

"I went through a similar phase, when I had just run away from the city, and I was not at all comfortable with the nomadic life of the tribe, and I was even more ashamed to be a slave. Fahd was surprised to see Muhadi and explained: "As an outsider who joined the tribe later, I was only a slave at first. The first time I disposed of a corpse, I threw up the ground and stained the meat. For this reason, my former master tied me to a stone for three days and three nights, without water or food. ”

"But I've got used to it, I'm alive. You see, don't you? I later duel and kill my master, take possession of his wife and daughter, and win my freedom. I learned the ritual of biting arrows and became a samurai again. ”

The two of them rode slowly side by side, "Learn to adapt, you can get through it." These corpses, even if we do not use them, will not last forever, and all kinds of scavengers, insects and even plants will compete for nutrients from the corpses. So why can't we use it ourselves? Nature doesn't believe in tears, the survival of the fittest, that's what Atas is like. Our elves have had a glorious history, built huge and majestic buildings and splendid civilizations, and now, only the dry riverbeds and the ruins of the desert hinterland still remind us of how great the elves once were. ”

"Remember, Muhadi, Atas does not tolerate the weak. If you want to live, you must not only be better than others physically, but also mentally. Greed, robbery, cunning, violence, and selfishness are all displays of strength and indispensable spiritual weapons for survival. ”

"I'm a friend of yours as a sister, that's why I'm telling you this. Fahd said as he looked around, the sobs were no longer audible, and most of the riders had already plundered the booty and disposed of the corpses.

"Get ready to get out, we're going to have to go at night, and get as far away from here as possible, lest anyone use prophecy magic to detect our tribe's hand. Fatoumah's brother brought the conversation to an end.

Soon the signal was given, and everyone gathered together as soon as they heard the whistle. The chief waved his scimitar and commanded succinctly, "Straighten out!" Fahd, little Jaber, you two go ahead and reconnoitre, be careful, and don't let anything slip through." The rest of the people followed me, and we went out overnight. ”

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