In the early morning, the noisy voices of people gradually sounded in the tribe, the noise of fetching water and the sound of camel bells, breaking through the cold of the desert night, giving the lonely oasis a bit of life and vitality, Link lay on the animal skin in his tent, and the soft sunlight reflected on Link's face through the skin of the tent, so that he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Link, who used to be used to playing in bed for a long time after waking up and scrolling through various social software and mobile games, forced himself to get up as soon as he woke up, sobered up a little, lit the fire pit in his tent with flint, heated the water in the jug, took out the rhizome of the unknown plant in the box, heated it on the fire pit a little, and ate it.

Link was contemplating his future as he ate his food on hot water.

Although the food in my hand is something made of vegetable starch, the taste is not delicate at all, and there is a strange bitter taste that is completely unswallowable if you are not distracted.

"First of all, you should go to Zacia again, and explore whether you have any way not to shepherd slaves, if you can't do it, you should think about how to leave the Wild Bull Desert, and finally come to Faeron, where legends are not as good as dogs, and lichs are everywhere, how can you stay in the desert? If possible, you should also find a way to test whether you have the possibility of obtaining extraordinary powers such as mages or priests. Link sighed and looked at the unpalatable food in his hand, "It's better for Mr. to save it and think about something else." ”

Link walked out of the gate of the tent and looked at the people who were busy with their own business, the warriors in leather armor and weapons were exercising with their weapons, the crystal beads of sweat were sprinkled on the yellow dirt of the oasis from time to time, a group of half-grown children were either shouting and screaming excitedly behind the warriors, or imitating the movements of the warriors, writhing comically, a few girls with black scarves and their faces tightly wrapped secretly looked at the warriors who were training, whispering to each other from time to time, the girls' eyes were full of adoration and longing。

Link turned his gaze to the crowd of camels, where several emaciated men were gathering together the camels' "stockpile" for the night with wooden dung forks, and an old man, who was supposed to be a warrior's family, was supervising them. Even though they wore loose robes, they could see their thinness from the curves that were sometimes revealed during exercise and the slender arms that were occasionally exposed during labor. Their robes were also dirtier and tattered than others, and their skin was all dark, even a little purple, apparently from working outdoors for a long time.

What moved Link the most was the expressions of these people, their ages and appearances were different, but their expressions were unexpectedly consistent, that is, a kind of caution and confusion that was overwhelmed by the miserable life, and there was a cunning in their dodging eyes, peeking at the old man who served as an overseer from time to time, trying to grind foreign workers.

"Shepherd slaves?" Link thought a little bitterly, at this time, an old shepherd carrying a wooden bucket to feed the camels stumbled and fell to the ground, and the water in the wooden bucket also overflowed, Link subconsciously stepped forward to help the old shepherd slave up, the old man who served as the overseer scolded on the side, but the old shepherd didn't pay attention to Link, and hurriedly stood up by himself, the other shepherd slaves did their own work, the overseer glanced at Link with disdain, and began to scold his herdsmen, the shepherds smiled at the overseer, no one paid attention to Link, which made Link embarrassed.

"It seems that everyone doesn't think much of themselves, but yes, people who are destined to become herdsmen, of course, everyone will not have any awe, and the son of the chief can be the second ancestor? Link has strengthened his determination that he must not be a herdsman, not to mention that he has been engaged in heavy physical labor for a long time, the most important thing is that there is no chance to change his destiny at all, and he has no right to own private property, even if Link uses the advantages of the traverser to make any inventions, in the end Link is still a herdsman, everything is tribal, and the herdsmen are still very dangerous, maybe they will have to be cannon fodder at any time.

Link looked at the herdsmen in the tribe who had begun to work under the supervision of the overseer, and with a secret determination in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked briskly towards Zaya's tent.

In fact, Link didn't understand the slave custom of the Bedai barbarians at first, the bad environment of the desert was already very severe, the bad climate, the extremely scarce food and fresh water, the tribes that fought against each other for resources, the desert caravan that could turn into robbers at any time, not to mention the various monsters in the desert and the ancient ruins in the desert that were full of all kinds of dangers.

In the face of these challenges, isn't it good for everyone to unite, why bother to find ways to exploit their own people?

But Link thought a little and understood that this system is actually very advantageous in the desert, first of all, the distribution of resources, the resources that a tribe can occupy are limited, and it is true that the resources occupied by warriors and civilians can be distributed according to work, but if the slave system is used, the warriors can occupy more resources, more resources will make the warriors stronger, and the strength of the warriors will make the tribe safer. The exploited herdsmen are irrelevant, and there is no question of the reform of the productive forces in the eternal desert, there is only so much labor to be done, there is no problem of excessive exploitation hindering the development of the productive forces, and as for the enthusiasm for labor, it can be guaranteed by the whip of the overseer.

Secondly, the slavery system can enhance the enthusiasm of the soldiers, whether it is social status or material wealth, the warriors are in the dominant position of the tribe, is the position that everyone yearns for, and the soldiers have no worries, if they die in battle, their own women tribe will take care of them, and the children will be raised to adulthood. The warriors were fully supported by the tribe, and the tribe should be protected at a critical moment, and the warriors dared to die for the tribe in this atmosphere, and all the children who fell were also actively exercised because of the worship of the warriors and the ardent expectations of their parents, hoping to become warriors and change the fate of themselves and their families.

Finally, the pressure of surviving in the desert is enormous, and the tribe that is still strong today may be exterminated tomorrow for various reasons, and there is a sense of tension and anxiety in the whole tribe, and artificially creating an exploited class can fully vent the emotions of the rest of the tribe.

Link thought about it and came to the door of Zacia's tent, unexpectedly, Zacia refused Link's request to meet, and asked Link to go to Niata if he had something to do, no matter how Link pleaded, he refused to let Link in, and Link didn't dare to break in, so he had to leave.

This situation makes Link worried, could it be that he has been abandoned? There is no second ancestor in the tribe, Yanai said, many warriors' sons were favored when they were young, and when they failed to pass the warrior trial as adults, the warriors didn't care much about them, and they were directly abandoned, and the warriors would turn to train other sons, and the abandoned sons were looked down upon by everyone and enjoyed family treatment for a few years, and when the warriors died, they were directly reduced to herdsmen.

Link had no choice but to go to Niata to discuss whether he had any chance of turning around, and finally found someone to inquire about the location of Niata's tent, and Link asked Niata to agree and walked in,

Link entered the tent but was stunned, Niata did not cover her face in the tent, compared with the rough men in the tribe, Niata was very beautiful, delicate facial features, large and divine eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, and short brown hair with ear-length ears looked heroic, and she was a complete beauty.

Niata asked about Link's intentions, and slowly shook her head in Link's expectant gaze, "There is no way to do this, if Zasya doesn't see you, then I can't help it." Just as Link was disappointed, Njata paused and said, "It's not impossible, there may not be a turnaround in a few days." Link hurriedly asked, but Niata refused to say more, and eventually, Link left suspiciously.

Niata looked in the direction Link had left, a little distracted, and after a while came back to her senses and reluctantly looked at her tent, and said to herself, "Zaya really loves his son, it's time to leave." ”