The Salme Mountains stretch for more than 2,000 kilometres and are home to countless towering mountains and lush vegetation that makes it a paradise of sorts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you don't get used to the humid air in the mountains and forests, and the smell of decaying and fermenting vegetation, animals, and feces on your face, you may be hell here, and even a second longer will be a sin.

But if you get used to the environment, it's unlikely to be a paradise. There are man-eating plants, man-eating animals, and man-eating ...... everywhere Person.

The black barbarians living here are not the kind of uncivilized savages, who do not know moral ethics, and only have wildness in their nature. In fact, there is no difference between the black barbarians and the Desi people outside the mountain, except for the different skin color, hair, and eye color, and the different language used, everyone is essentially human. It's just that the laws in the forest are more embodied in life. It's all people eating people, and the nobles in the civilized world outside who are elegant and have thousands of manners eat people very elegantly, turning cannibalism into a bloodless art, which they call politics.

And here, in this primeval forest that pays attention to the law of the jungle and natural selection, there are many direct cannibalisms. Many black barbarians will choose to end the opponent's life by piercing the opponent's heart, and then use bamboo sticks to pierce dozens of small holes in the corpse, and then use the black rock sheep's developed and tight bladder to squeeze water into the heart of the corpse, so that blood spurts out of the holes on the corpse. Whether you want to eat it grilled or boiled depends on what kind of cooking method you prefer.

Many black barbarians are happy to bake and eat it, so that the fishy smell will be a little less.

At this time, not long after the beginning of spring, the outside world is still around zero, and there are already more than ten degrees in this forest. More than 10 degrees Celsius is a relatively cold temperature, but it is enough for humans to be active in the wild. In the distance, in a broad-leaved bush, an archer in leather armor, apparently civilized, showed his head. On a tree branch more than ten meters high not far from him, a black man with a simple short bow on his back was half-squatting on a branch, scanning the surrounding environment as if he were nothing.

This is a black barbarian sentry, the archer in the broad-leaved bushes slowly took off the longbow, mounted the hunting arrow, the three-edged one with barbs, aimed at the black barbarian on the branch-buzz, the black brute shook violently, his eyes widened, trying to follow the direction from which the sound came, but his body tilted uncontrollably to the side. An arrow pierced his chest and ripped him off the trunk. He let out a series of meaningless screams with his mouth open as blood poured into the alveoli of his lungs, and at this time he was enjoying the most painful form of death, suffocation. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, the contraction and expansion of the alveoli exacerbated the soaking and backflow of blood, making it more difficult for him to breathe.

The archer came out of the broad-leaved bushes with a cat on his waist, and he wore a hat made of blades of grass on his head, green and verdant, and his face was smeared with green sap, and if he hid, he would not be able to see it if he did not look carefully. He glanced indifferently at the black man's side, like a butcher in the slaughterhouse who had just stabbed the animal, and there was no trace of apology or sympathy in his eyes, only the same indifference as when he looked at the animal. He pulled out the dagger on his leggings, this black barbarian would definitely not survive, so send him back to the west.

He stabbed the black man in the heart, and his wrist flipped hard, stirring it. The black man twitched twice and lost all his strength. The archer pinched the left ear of the black man, and with all his might, cut off the ear, and put it properly in his pocket. He rubbed the blood-stained dagger back and forth on the black man's chest a few times, and put it back in its scabbard. Looking at the surrounding scenery, he found the right direction and continued to move over the cat.

A moment later, a large group of people passed by silently, stepping on the corpses on the ground as if they were stepping on a stone or a piece of wood, without the slightest guilt.

Almost a kilometre away, a tribe sits in the middle of a forest, with two dozen thatched houses built on fixed wooden shelves, and these thatched houses surround a huge fire pit with fire, and the branches around it are covered with all kinds of meat, as well as some vegetables. The women of the black barbarians gathered around, muttering not knowing what they were talking about, while the men were on the other side, tending to their weapons.

Black barbarians are all barbarians, but that doesn't mean they're all mentally retarded. There are also wise people among the barbarians, who have learned to exchange some animal skins and some shiny stones for some necessary living materials from the outside civilized world. There are always some people doing such things, and the abundant profit returns cannot stop the greedy desires of the merchants.

Suddenly, the peaceful life of the barbarians was shattered, and a large circle of people from the outside surrounded the small tribe, and some people shouted loudly, "Kabu! Kabu Siye", which is a local language, which translates to kneel, kneel to avoid death.

The adult black barbarian men, who were about forty or fifty people huddled together, grabbed their weapons and stood up, huddled back to back in a circle, and they looked at these outsiders who surrounded them with great hatred.

Barbarism and civilization are always full of conflicts and contradictions.

The civilized people who knew the local language loudly persuaded them to surrender, and there were more than a dozen young black barbarians who seemed to have been humiliated, and a touch of red appeared on their black faces, and they shouted meaningless syllables, carrying spears and spears and rushing towards the civilized people around them.

They are not greeted by a fight between you and me, but a round of arrows. These dozen or so young blackbarians were nailed to the ground in an instant amid the screams of the female blackbarbarians.

The oldest man in the black barbarian said something, and the others were unwilling to put down the weapons in their hands, silently bearing the malicious jokes that fate brought to them.

The male black man was tied to his hands, and between his feet was a one-foot-long wooden pipe with a lasso at both ends. Soon the barber shaved them all with clippers and tied them all to the wagon. A middle-aged man in his forties stabbed a red-hot iron on their shoulders, and the stench of scorched black smoke accompanied by the stench of protein after the change of heat and the screams of the black barbarians diffused.

The emblem belonging to the Harvey Merchant Order was imprinted on the shoulder of this black barbarian.

This craftsman specializing in soldering irons is a well-paid member of the slave catcher team, and this craft is much more complicated than imagined, and the soldering iron is easy to destroy the muscles around the brand, making the brand a large black piece that cannot be seen clearly. If the burning time is not enough, the brand will be very shallow and blurry, so if you want to burn quickly and well, you must hire a craftsman who specializes in this industry.

The women were treated better, with those with slightly lighter skin being assigned to one side and those with darker skin being assigned to the other. These dark-skinned women would be the cheapest slaves to be auctioned off in the warehouse area, and most of them were bought by the laborers who had not yet married, and were responsible for accompanying the bed in addition to housework, for a very low price, only a few silver coins. Those with lighter skin will be strictly inspected, divided into four grades: the best, high, intermediate and low, and sold in the slave market.

These women are all sought-after goods, ranging from a dozen silver coins to thirty or fifty silver coins, and if you are lucky, it is not uncommon to come across one or two excellent ones, and sell them for a few hundred silver coins.

As for the children of the Black Barbarians, they were supposed to kill the boys and bring the girls back to sell, but Wren created a Black Barbarian Conservation Area to prevent them from being wiped out, so he could only take them with him for the time being, and then let them return to the forest when they left.

Such a tribe alone provided Harvey with almost one hundred and fifty qualified slaves, and brought him a gross profit of about thirty gold coins.

Therefore, many people say that the slave trader is the most profitable, with almost no cost, and has an inexhaustible wealth.

As for those who are old and weak, they often become nourishment for this forest.

Just as people raised their butcher knives and were about to deal with these burdens, the eldest black barbarian suddenly said a lot of dirt words. The Ortlenburg people in the team who knew the local dialect showed surprised expressions, and one of them ran away, squeezed into the rear, and came to Harvey's side, and the irrepressible excitement made the muscles of his cheeks tremble, "Boss, get rich!"

Harvey raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What? What did he say?"

"He's cursing us!"

Harvey, who was honest in front of Wren, was still a barbarian in the cloak of civilization in his bones, and he asked with a smile: "You mean, he is cursing me, and then you are so happy that you can't control yourself, and you are about to laugh?", his gaze became cold, and the man shuddered.

He immediately explained: "He said that the Holy Maiden will attract the gods and destroy us!"

"The Holy ?!!"

In an instant, Harvey's voice became sharp, the Holy Maiden was a very important role in the primitive worship of the black barbarian society. Unlike all the black barbarian appearances, the saint was pure and immaculate from birth, her whole body was as clean as snow, and even her hair and body hair were absolutely white, without a trace of variegation. These "whites" born of "blacks" were endowed with supreme divine power by the black barbarian society, believing that they were the messengers of the gods and came here to guide the black barbarians to glory.

In fact, to put it simply, it is albinism.

The black man is full of fear of the unknown, and he worships because of fear.

The Holy Maiden means authority and sacredness to the Black Barbarians, but in the civilized world outside, the Holy Maiden means money.

Aristocrats are forever chasing rare things, whether it's secret treasures or women.

Harvey's eyes immediately turned red, he gritted his teeth and paced back and forth a few steps, his eyes sharp and fierce, "Find a way to find out which tribe the saint is in, my net worth is rich, your net worth is rich, but it is all pinned on this woman's body." He gasped and had red eyes, like a bull in heat!

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It's funny to remember that I have a little vest.