"Salt, salt, salt without sand!"

What Wu Xin threw out was not the usual silver thaler, but something more convincing in the desert, salt, snow-white sea salt.

Of course, "snow white" is based on the standard of Father Erlan, and Wu Xin doesn't think that the color of this yellow wax wax is snow white.

Not only is the color suspicious, but the taste is also coarse.

However, coarse salt, which was not very satisfactory to Wu Xin, was indeed an incomparably precious necessity for these nomads.

"These infidels have salt on them!"

Wu Xin and the others were each wrapped in a package, and Devrichy was almost crushed by the bulging bag.

Despite the benefits, the nomads did not immediately smile back.

If it's a Star-Moon caravan from Tunisia or Egypt, then these sea salts should be able to turn on friendly mode.

Caravans are popular in the desert.

For the infidels who had salt and were on foot, these nomads had no smiling faces, and they drew their snow-white steel knives one after another......

Uh, wait.

Wu Xin looked at it again and found that he had thought too much, the white was not a steel knife, but a bone knife.

The knight who led the team probably had an ancestral bronze knife, and the gray-black rust was full of historical precipitation.

They surrounded them, intending to rob.

One of the knights at the head spared a circle and attacked from the back of the group, holding a weapon of "history" to speed the camels.

At this time, the smelting skills of the Xingyue Cultists were not much inferior to those of Europe, and of course this was the same highest level compared to Damascus and Milan.

These nomads have never seen the legendary goodies at all.

Wu Xin was almost hesitant to cast the "Secondary Flame Blade" on Devlichy, the female knight's weapon was a real steel sword.

As for the reaction of the nomads, both Wu Xin and Sazastan had already expected it, and they had already made corresponding arrangements.

Let the strongest Deverich be at the end of the same intention, she has already let go of the weight on her body.

But he still did it in the end, after all............

Despite his physical exhaustion, Devlich jumped to his feet and easily knocked the samurai with the bronze sword off the camel.

"This....this......... What ........."

"Master Mage! There is a master! ”

The nomads panicked all at once.

"What ignorance! This is a tactic used by uncreative warlocks, and the real mage master should use a spider web technique to control their travel speed at this time, and then a greasy ..............." Sazastan is very unhappy that Wu Xin is called "mage master", he is the mage master.

Based on the experience of the past few days, Wu Xin knows that if he refutes, or even just "does not fully agree with his absolutely correct concern" in his heart, there will be a lot of nagging.

So not only is he silent, but he also has to suppress his thoughts, his emotions are calmer, and Sazastan will not know.

But Sazastan was so emotional that he couldn't control the range of his voice, so much so that the knight Dverrich heard him.

"Hmph, these ignorant fellows, Cesare is so handsome, how can he be a mage........." She unceremoniously countered Sazastan. And your set of tactics just looks beautiful, and with this tactic, there is a 30% chance that a young mage will die in the first battle. The mages who can really survive until old remember all they remember are boring magic missiles and support magic that can be put in the back. ”

Combined with the heroic gesture of knocking down the nomad in front of her with one blow, her words are quite powerful.

In fact, with or without the help of flames, Devrichy could take down the overly reliable knight with a single move.

But the sudden flickering flame obviously put a lot more pressure on the nomads.

The nomad who had been knocked to the ground was immediately tied up by the trainees who rushed up, and the other nomads were caught by the tongue of fire on Deverlich's sword, and did not dare to approach.

Devreich handed the reins of the camel to Wu Xin.

Wu Xin waved his hand and refused, and then with the help of a trainee, he put the backpack that Deverich had just untied and put it on the camel.

"Well, this camel is a trophy, and so are you. But as a guest, I forgive you, you don't have to serve as my slave, and you don't have to be slaves. "Of course the vanquished will become slaves, but Wu Xin is actually powerless to fight against this tribe, he just pretends to be generous, and then according to Sazastan's prompt, he says the names of a father and son." Now take us to your chief, is your chief now Bru bin Allahha or Sasanid Ben Bru? ”

As he spoke, he untied the rope that had been given to the nomad again, tying and untying it, which was quite laborious, but the process could not be left undone.

Strength is shown first, and then mercy is shown, so that unity can be expected.

"Blue Ben Amin or Sasanid Ben Bru?" Seeing that Wu Xin let go of his partner, the other nomads chose to dismount and lead the way for them, after all, the caravan was actually something that all nomads needed. "Our leader's name is Godafe."

"Fifteen years ago, the leader of the tribe we wiped out seemed to be called by that name?"

"I don't know what his father's name is, but my son's name is indeed Blue Ben Amin, or my father tied him to the camel's ass and dragged him to death, and then he grabbed my mother, and my father blows about it every day."

In the desert, some things do get fast.

It is true that some husbands are not very considerate of their wives.

…………….

Wu Xin and the others soon met the leader of the tribe, Godafi, who, as in most cases, was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Apparently of the same race as Abu Saeed.

Although the name Wu Xin had just asked indicated that they knew the father and son who had perished, the leader had nothing to do with it.

"A hundred pounds of salt, in exchange for two camels for you, you have already taken one." Godafy only cared about salt, grievances and whatnot, and he knew that these Europeans wouldn't care either. "They are all young camels with foot cream, and they will not fool you with their deaths."

The desert has become harsher than ever in the last decade, and many experienced merchants have died in the desert, which has made life difficult for all the nomads, and he does not want to drive this new caravan away.

"That camel is our trophy." The knight de Vrerich began by rejecting the question of the ownership of the camel. "Your men have attacked us, and by the grace of our chief, we have shown good faith that we did not take them into slavery."

Wu Xin didn't speak immediately, but just showed his consistent attitude with her with silence.

Goda Fei was a little surprised by Wu Xin's toughness, but the skeleton on Wu Xin's shoulder and the report of his subordinates that he would cast spells made him dare not act rashly.

"Two camels, the one just now is the basis for our friendship." The boss raised the offer slightly. "Give you two more of the best slave girls, noble mage master, although this slave girl has a little combat power, but it is too ugly to match your identity at all."

Deverlich clenched the long sword in her hand, as long as Wu Xin nodded, she would kill this nomad who was telling the truth with one sword.

Coming hard is one of the options.

Although there were less than ten of them, she knew the power of Sazastan, coupled with Wu Xin's spell, they were sure enough to take the camel and leave.

Wu Xin didn't carry out this plan, at least not here.

He gave the knight Deverrich, who had endured her, a look of appreciation, and then said to the chief, "It's just that you can't understand her charm, and I'm not here to sell salt." ”

He did not explain that De Verrich was a knight of the Knights Hospitaller, and that he needed the chieftain to be more in awe of himself, and that he did not intend to deliberately stir up unnecessary religious and ethnic suspicions.

But Dever Richie doesn't care about this, she is just thinking about whether Wu Xin really understands her charm.........

"Don't sell salt?" Godafei's face immediately turned cold, "Then what are you doing here?" ”

It's still too close to the sea, and the salt isn't enough for the price, and the salt that Devrichy is carrying is the travel expenses of Wu Xin's long journey, and he won't sell it until he goes further south.

Wu Xin took down the two apprentices' packages and untied them to reveal the goods inside: "We want to sell this." ”

"Oh! Orb! "I haven't seen anything like this in years.

Godafy quickly realized that he had lost his temper, and he quickly took control of himself, and then pretended to be calm and picked up a string of beads that had been turned into glass and various colored stones. "Sell them all to me, and give you five camels, all the youngest."

These beads were purchased by Wu Xin from the Spaniards, and the Spanish sailors fought with the infidels all day long, and they could not live a miserable life on the little salary given by the emperor.

In order to dominate these Spanish sailors, who could not make a fortune in the New World, the Marquis of Bazin had to provide them with a little extra money.

These beads, Wu Xin spent fifty thalers, which was already a very high price, and he barely made a counteroffer.

In Seville, where they originated, these beads were called trade beads or slave beads.

Although it is also considered a handicraft, in the country of origin, even such a big bag is not worth even five talers, and in the local area it is the price of a big donkey that is about to die of old age at any time.

But here, it can easily be sold for the price of five camels.

"Eight camels." Wu Xin's asking price is based on many conditions. "It's been a long time since a large-scale Europa caravan has been active in this area, and no amount of camels can outnumber your wife and daughter over the women of other tribes, and these orbs can."

"Five camels. I should be able to cast a few more spells if I give you some more spell materials, and the Venetian came here last month. "That leader actually knows how to negotiate too." Their beads are of better quality than yours, with beautiful shells on each string of beads. ”

There are all kinds of strange life and minerals in this barren desert, but the production is scarce, and at best it can only be regarded as a supplement.

Of course, Wu Xin would not object to this, he supplied a batch of spell casting materials through the Spaniards, but Sazastan's consumption of spell casting materials could be ten times that of him.

"Six camels and spell materials, plus a guide, and refill us with water, the Ottoman fleet has made a mess of the Adriatic Sea, even if the occasional Venetian enters the desert, it is difficult to guarantee supplies, and we have a stronghold by the sea, we can trade with you for a long time, the tribes I can trade with are very limited, and you can easily double the price to sell to the tribes I haven't passed through." Wu Xin raised his hand and signaled that this was the last bid.