At sunset, the caravan of the Walking Tribes arrived on the outskirts of the oasis of the Black Lizard Tribe, bringing with them valuable goods from the tribes and beyond, as well as many more precious rumors.

In the Rusal Gobi, the transmission of news is extremely blocked, and if it were not for the arrival of the Jianbu tribe, many news would not reach the ears of the black lizard tribe even after several years. In order to welcome the arrival of the Jianbu tribe and to show off the strength of the tribe, the Sailiantou people of the Black Lizard tribe decided to hold a grand welcome banquet, and everyone drank heartily and carnivaled all night until dawn.

In the scarce Rusal Gobi, a banquet with unlimited drinks and food can be regarded as the highest etiquette. No one wanted to miss the feast, and before the words of the head of the Sailiantou fell, laughter and laughter filled the entire Black Lizard Tribe settlement, and even reverberated in the sky above the oasis.

The silver moon had just risen to the top of the sand dunes, and the preparations for the banquet were almost complete. Piles of bonfires were burned, fueled not by choking dry dung cakes, but by accumulating date palm branches, and beside each bonfire were filled with food and drink: fermented lizard milk clumped into lumps, large bone cold soup with many wild vegetables, bone-in meat wrapped in thatch, fat guinea pigs skinned, and green dumplings of algae, fish and some kind of plant starch piled up like hills, and between the bonfires, many precious fruits—apples, honey plums, Pears and melons are placed on terracotta trays, ready to be used to dedicate to the most distinguished guests.

In front of the tribal chieftain's tent, hundreds of charred branches are placed cross-laid to form a large charcoal fire bed, four sets of grills are horizontal on the charcoal fire bed, the brackets are as thick as human legs, and the roasting forks are whole date palms stripped of bark, each set of grills is enough to put a whole wild cow on it to grill.

Four skinned, blood-red ox corpses lined up beside the charcoal bed, and many barbarian women were busily busily busily surrounding the carcass, smearing spices, salt, honey, and grease over and over again, while waving date palm branches to drive away the hungry beasts and equally hungry cubs. Roasted beef has always been a hard dish used by the black lizard tribe to show their strength, and only after all the guests have tasted the delicious taste of the beef will the remaining bones and tendons be distributed to the tribe members.

Even these muscles and brains are not shared by everyone, and the babies and cubs who failed to pass the coming-of-age ceremony can only watch and drool.

As guests, the Walking Tribe will of course also have to bring out their own gifts to grace the welcome banquet. Seeing the four brute bulls lined up, the leader of the Jianbu tribe, Sti Stareye, couldn't help frowning, his fingers twisting his well-groomed white beard, and secretly measured it in his heart.

Exchanges between barbarian tribes usually have the meaning of competition, and the inability to get a gift worthy of four brute oxen means that the strength of the Jianbu tribe is not comparable to that of the black lizard tribe, and they have to succumb to the rest of the trade and stationing. Stie Stareye has traveled through the Rusar Gobi and has seen a lot of knowledge, and the Jianbu tribe has a rich background in buying and selling information and precious items, but for a while he wants to come up with a gift more precious than the four brute oxen, but he feels sincerely distressed.

On axiology alone, the Walking Tribe, of course, could come up with something more expensive than four brute oxen. For example, a truckload of jerky, hundreds of kilograms of spices, dozens of barrels of tar, or a batch of metal utensils, but these are commodities, not gifts suitable for a banquet. Stareye even considered taking out some alchemy items, but this was also an expensive and face-losing measure, and he couldn't help frowning after thinking about it for a long time without a suitable countermeasure.

Kenobi Hawkeye came out of the chief's tent drunk, his clothes soaked with the smell of inferior alcohol on his chest and a palpable blush on his cheeks. "Boss Sti," he snorted, looking at Sti Stareye about half a meter beside him in a daze, "I seem to be a little dizzy...... Well, I'm going to take a nap and refresh myself before I can participate...... Tonight's banquet. ”

Stareye waved his hand in disbelief and sent the two maids to help Kenobi away. The chief pilgrim had to attend the feast, because the barbarian feast was always a feast of fighting and killing, and a party of the whole night was not enough if a few lives were lost.

The Walking Tribe was not a tribe known for its martial arts, and without Kenobi Hawkeye's scimitar, Sti Stareye didn't know how to deal with the challenge of the Black Lizard Tribe's samurai. Seeing that the chief pilgrim was almost dragged away by two maids, the worry in Sti Stareye's heart could hardly be concealed, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"What a coincidence, Stitou man. A somewhat familiar voice sounded from beside him, and Sty Stareye looked up, and his eyes lit up. "Mr. Avery, what's the matter, does Glazer make any difficult requests?"

In the past, Avery had always looked very pale due to mental trauma, but now he was much more ruddy and healthy. "No, not at all. He said beamingly, "Elder Glazer is very generous, and generously offers what I need, without even mentioning the slightest condition, he is simply the embodiment of a merciful father." ”

Sti's star-eyed expression was visibly glazed, "That old fool can be called generous?" his voice hoarsely grew from shock, "Mr. Avery did I hear me wrong, you said that Glazel is a generous elder, and that your injuries were healed without any conditions?"

"Not really. Avery replied to make Sty Star's face soften slightly, but the next words shocked the wise clan leader so much that he could only stand dumbfounded.

"Elder Glazer was not able to heal my wounds, because mental trauma is difficult to treat, but he gave me some herbs that can relieve my injuries, and he also planned to have an in-depth exchange with me about herbalism and alchemy, so that I have hope of healing my injuries. ”

"It doesn't look like Glazel at all!" "Stie-star-eyed star-eyed as he looked Avery up and down, "Well, if it weren't for the slightest resemblance, I would have suspected that you were Glazel's bastard...... No, he's never been so generous even to his own son!"

Avery smiled dumbly and shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, "Your preconceptions about Elder Glazer are too deep, Stepper, I believe this is the first time I've met this venerable elder, because his strength is very strong, and among the many strong people I've seen, maybe only the Great Wizard Tenadir is slightly better." ”

Sti Star's face turned pale, and he quickly took out a black notebook from his bosom and hurriedly wrote a few strokes on it, "Second only to Tenadir, are you sure?" he asked in a low voice, "I only know that Glazer is very prestigious, and in the Black Lizard tribe, his words are more useful than the headers." But second only to Tenadir, the Black Lizard tribe is ranked outside fifty of the tribes of the Rusar Gobi, how is this possible?"

Avery felt some regret. He could see how powerful Glazer was because he had made alchemy as a matter of breathing, eating, and drinking, scanning everything around him at all times. The great Mr. Magic Crate is engraved with alchemy runes that hide his aura, and even the Golem, the guide who controls the City of Wisdom, is difficult to detect, and it is certainly more pleasant to hide Avery from the fluctuations of alchemy.

If you change to someone else, of course, you don't dare to use alchemy to scan anything casually, this is an extremely obvious provocation, and when you meet a strong man with a bad temper, a vicious battle is inevitable.

Seeing Sti Stareye scribbling in the black notebook, Avery suddenly reached out and grabbed the barrel, "Wait a minute, Sti Tou, this is a secret that can't be written down casually. He also lowered his voice, "Elder Glazer has been very kind to me, and I can't let his secrets be exposed." ”

"Maybe you're right, Mr. Avery, but I already know the secret, and the secret is wealth, so I can't just keep it in my heart, right?"

"I can pay for it. Avery whispered without thinking, "It's still the old rule, barter, I will give twenty bottles of steel-grade alchemy potion, plus five parts of metal solution for you for free, is it enough to exchange this secret?"

"In terms of value, it's totally enough, but ......" Sti Stareye rolled her eyes, and a wrinkled face showed a smile that could be described as sly, "what I want from you right now is something else, so...... Switch bids, right?"

Avery spread his hands, "Except for this ring, there seems to be nothing on my body that can compare to the bid just now, do you want this 'Fly Away from Death' cloak?"

"That's not bad, but it's not for a brave barbarian warrior. Stareye chose a statement that was not easy to show contempt, and the most criticized thing about the desert barbarians was that even their scouts were courageous, often delaying the transmission of information due to their death in battle. For the vast majority of barbarian warriors, it is better to put on an alchemy cloak with a stealth effect, and it is better to let them die directly.

"Then I can't think of what you want. Avery said, "Don't go around in circles, Stitou Stein, and just make your terms." ”

"I want bait, bait that can blend bad wine into ten times the wine. Stareye held up a finger a little mysteriously, "It doesn't take much, it's enough to make a hundred barrels of wine." ”

Avery had an embarrassed look on his face, but he was greatly relieved. The so-called wine bait was actually a by-product of his failure due to mental weakness when he was conducting an alchemy experiment. The liquid, which was supposed to be dark green, turned brownish-red and gave off a strange smell that was choking. Avery nearly threw the failed items away, only to be stopped by Mr. Magic Box, who told him to try the liquid by dripping it into the water.

A drop of brownish-red liquid turns a whole jar of water into the beautiful color of ruby, and it exudes a fresh and sweet aroma, which smells like grapes, but sweeter and more fragrant than grapes, with notes of roses, honey plums, smokeberries, cherries and raspberries, and when you take a deep breath, it is as if you have sucked the whole autumn orchard into your chest.

The dripping water tastes sweet, but if that's all there is, Sti Stareye wouldn't give it in exchange. Thanks to Kenobi Hawkeye, an adventurous and alcoholic man, he dropped the remaining brownish-red liquid into his sac, and the result was that the sour and pungent liquor turned into a sweet and pleasant grape soju, and he couldn't help but drink it all night, and the next day he couldn't say anything.

Men and women, young and old, desert barbarians are almost always alcoholics, and the aroma emanating from Kenobi Hawkeye's wine bag is so tempting that someone secretly takes it and pours it into it with water mixed with bad wine to borrow some flavor. Unexpectedly, although the poured wine mixture tasted slightly lighter, it was more sweet and palatable, and Avery's failed experiment was also dubbed "bait".

Since Avery had no preference for the contents of the cup, the remaining half of the bottle of "bait" was taken by Kenobi, and even though the Stitou pressed him in his position, he could not get him to hand over half a drop.

It was just a byproduct of a failed experiment, and Avery certainly had no need to refuse, he nodded in agreement, and then watched as Stitou tore out a page of his notebook and lit it in front of Avery.

"Give me ten minutes and a quiet environment. Avery asked, and then asked with some curiosity, "What do you want so much bait, the caravan can't carry a hundred barrels of wine." ”

"Oh, that's a secret, but you'll find out soon. Stitou smiled back with a mysterious smile.

The secret was not kept secret for long, for just an hour and a half later, four wild bulls were set up on the grill, and the strong men of the Black Lizard tribe beat the drums to announce that the welcome feast had officially begun. Hundreds of women and old men, each with a stick in his hand, suddenly ran out of the caravan of the walking tribe and formed a circle in the open space next to the bed of charcoal.

The Stitou beckoned, and a pilgrim blew his horn, and the women and old men all bent down, plunged one end of their club into the sand, and swung their fists into it as if they were driving a pile.

The tamped sand is not easy to drive into a stake, but the women and old men of the desert barbarians have the strength of a molten warrior, and their fists are heavier and more powerful than a sledgehammer in the blacksmith's hand. The sticks were quickly nailed into the sand, but the exposed part was still about half a metre or so. The trumpets sounded again, and another group of women and old men ran out, holding a tent in their hands, and then buckled upside down in the middle of the fence made of sticks.

When the horn sounded for the third time, dozens of young pilgrims stepped out of the caravan, each carrying two barrels of wine in their hands, and walked to the stick fence at a time, pouring clear red wine into the tent that served as a wine bag, and the aroma of wine immediately diffused, making many barbarian warriors snort.

"This is the Walker tribe's gift of gratitude to the Black Lizard Tribe!" the Stitou raised his voice so that everyone present could hear his voice, "Please bring us the sweet elixir that God has given us, and let us begin the party!" (To be continued.) )