The little boys came to see the decapitation early.

The blazing sun recedes into the distant horizon, which is the time when the tribe of Sasan usually chooses to carry out executions. As the people of the desert, out of reverence for the blazing sun that hung high in the sky, the Sashams were seldom willing to let blood stain the sun-drenched sand, except in time of battle.

Groups of boys gave up their dinner and sneaked out of the tents, most of them barefoot, stepping on the sand silently without making a sound, like ocelots.

Desert elf boys of this age scoff at everything their elders hold dear, and they despise and mock all that is good. They would laugh and laugh at the sight of a crippled man who had broken his foot in battle, and if they saw a wounded animal, they would stone it to death and take it home for dinner. They would brag about their injuries, be proud of their scars, and have a special respect for their disabilities: a boy with a little finger can be their leader. They love violence: when passing by the houses of the great samurai of the clan, they will always look with adoration at the skulls that have been impaled on the pinnacles.

As for the execution of the beheadings ordered by the chief himself, they did not want to miss the opportunity to feast their eyes.

It's just that unlike the eager desert elf child, Epicurus, as the tortured person, can be said to be living like a year at this time.

Believing that "war always affects trade, except for arms trade", the big merchants never imagined that their trade partners would choose to pay their debts with swords when they could not afford to pay their debts.

The day before yesterday, this discerning businessman carried carefully selected goods to sell to old customers. As a discount for regular customers, he didn't even charge for providing them with important information before.

But who would have thought that the Desert Elf Chieftain, in addition to the money bag that was emptied by the tribal war that lasted for two years, also had a huge deficit in his personal integrity.

There was no trial, no questioning. The mere phrase "The greedy merchant who insulted the great tribe of Sasemi will be severely punished" sent Epicurus, a merchant who had come with enough sincerity, to be imprisoned and hanged the next day.

Not only did he deprive the merchant of a chance to appeal, but he could not even utter a curse—at the behest of Chief Sahel, the merchant and his servants were put on the chews that only cattle could use.

The oasis is like a giant emerald in the middle of the desert, and a lake several miles in circumference resembles a sapphire set in the emerald, shining in the afterglow of the setting sun. The tents of the Sashan tribesmen are set up around lakes with abundant water and grass, hidden among small palm trees.

When the "caravan" of the young blue dragon traveled for nearly two days and one night, and needed to find a place for the sand rhino to rest for the night. Over a small sand dune, the oasis came into view.

Just as they saw the oasis at a glance, someone saw the caravan crossing the sand dunes at a glance. The Sa Flash Sentinel stationed near the oasis immediately surrounded the team as soon as it appeared.

Quest knew that his trick of disguised as a caravan could not be concealed from someone with discernment. There were no cost-effective common pack animals such as camels and horses in the caravan, and the sand rhinos, which were all of high price, were only used as mounts, and did not carry a large amount of cargo. There were also many deficiencies in the way everyone dressed as merchants, except for Jensen, none of them wore the white linen shirts that desert merchants often wore - ogres and steampunk half-lich could not wear them because of their size, elf Brach disdained to dress up as a merchant, and the young blue dragon was simply too lazy to change his clothes.

In addition, all kinds of sophisticated weapons and equipment were placed in conspicuous places, making the people look like bandits more than merchants.

It's suspicious, but it's also intimidating.

The sentinels of the Sashan tribe rode on mounts called the Moa, an omnivorous bipedal chocobo bird that lives in the desert and walks on the sand without slumping due to its wide and forked claws.

In just a few moments, the Sage Sentry came to the front of the caravan, and when he saw the people who were dressed a little strangely but obviously not getting along, the leader of the group of Saskan Elf warriors made a hidden gesture behind his back, and he asked a few people in the team to leave first to call more people over, and then he opened his mouth to interrogate.

The language of the desert elves is quite different from the lingua franca of this world, and Quis, who is too lazy to use clever words, simply asks Bradge in the team to negotiate.

The young blue dragon looked at the dozen or so moa knights who had surrounded the caravan in the center, and he found that the weapons used by these desert elves were quite primitive. Not only the clusters of bows and arrows and the tips of spears, but even the scimitars held by some knights were made of flint.

This is actually a norm, except for the human city-states of the Medici Empire, which have the ability to smelt iron and forge steel, the other tribes in the desert rarely see steel weapons.

Often, only the most noble or particularly brave warriors were eligible for an iron scimitar. There are very few people who are equipped with a fairly good set of equipment like the three ogre brothers that Quiss first encountered.

As a desert elf, Bracch naturally communicates with those flashing sentinels. Under his careful cover-up, the other party did not notice that the words of this fellow tribe had some accents of the Salem tribe, the sworn enemies of the Sasha tribe.

It was clear that he and the others were not at all like the "tongue pullers" of the caravan, and did not bother to explain the problem.

In fact, he repeatedly emphasized that this team was not a merchant, but a highly honorable group of mercenary samurai who fed on real skills—a common task for wandering samurai in the desert, except for occasional cameos in special circumstances. The Desert Elves are not averse to samurai orders, and some small tribes themselves do this kind of work.

The leader of the sentinels, who had received a reasonable explanation, agreed with the identities of Quest and the others, and of course, this was also due to Bradge's vague handover of a small bag of broken silver. After the guard was lifted, the sentry team dispersed, leaving only two riders, including the captain, to "escort" the team to the oasis.

Blatch told him that after replenishing the water and buying food, he and the others would bypass the central lake and camp on the other side of the oasis for a night, and then leave immediately, ensuring that there would be no further trouble.

As a sign of sincerity, he once again gave the Sentinel Captain a small bag of broken silver as a reward for acting as a shopping guide for the team.

With a silver coin to open the way, the six-headed sand rhino carried everyone smoothly towards the oasis where the court of Sasha was located.

At this time, the blazing sun on the horizon almost completely disappeared, and the prisoners who had been released from the prison fence were pushed by the samurai towards the outskirts of the oasis, and the slightest resistance was met with a severe beating from the scabbard.

A dozen vultures, already familiar with the place, were already hovering in the sky, waiting for an opportunity to land for a feast of death.

Unlike them, who flew in the sky, the sand hyenas, who were also attracted by the "dinner party" and were mercilessly expelled by the samurai because of the presence of nobles and children who might come to join in the fun.

Riding a black six-legged horse, the chief of the Sashanite tribe arrived from the Golden Horde with his attendant warriors. The desert elf nobleman cherished this opportunity to appear in front of his people, and even in his seventies, he still sat on horseback with his waist straight.

A well-groomed gray-white beard accentuates his sagacity, and his majesty is accentuated by the tall and solemn warriors of the Guard.

But the most satisfying thing was the rusty rusty heirloom armor on his body—but a knowledgeable armament expert like the ogre Naru would reveal that the rust was actually a waxy texture that took a lot of time to render.

"Put on this armor, future King of Sashan. These were his grandfather's teasing words, but in retrospect, the Desert Elf chief remembered them vividly: "Seeing my poor and sour appearance, the people will love me, and this is my banner." ”

Of course, if you want to become a qualified king, it is not enough to be loved by the people, and reverence is also an indispensable helper of the ruler. And at this time, he came to personally execute him, just to gain awe—by cutting off other people's heads.

This method of harvesting was simple and efficient, and it only took a word for someone to do the work for him, but only for Chief Sashanh himself.

For Epicurus, who was bound to death and knelt on hard gravel, this was not easy, after all, no one would be willing to use their own head to make a wedding dress for someone else. It's just that he is controlled by others and is taken to chew, and this big businessman can't even say a complete word, let alone raise his own objections.

In fact, this was indeed Chief Sashan's thoughts, and the big merchants at this time did not have the courage to curse his unkindness and injustice. If Epicurus were to speak, the first thing he would say would have been to praise Chief Sasam, and then he would immediately ask for a donation agreement in which he would give all his wealth to Sashan, a great tribe of desert elves, to fight against the ferocious and cruel invaders of Salem.

"Elves of Sashim, what should we do in the face of insults from others?" the sorcerer who served beside him made the voice of the king of Sashimite a hundredfold louder, and it reached the ears of every tribesman who stopped to watch.

"Answer with a scimitar!", "Let them apologize with blood!"...... Voices come together.

Mounted on his horse, Chief Sasham continued to ask, "Is this a righteous move?" "Justice!" The desert elves present shouted in unison.

Kicking off the saddle and dismounting, the old elf showed off his still-vigorous skills. He took two quick steps, snatched the scimitar from the hands of the warriors who were about to be executed, and raised it above his head: "Shall I ask for an apology for you, the chief of the Sashan tribe, the nemesis of the sand lizards, the killer of Salem, and your king?"

"Wonderful!", "Wonderful!", "Absolutely correct!", ......

"I'll borrow your head, my old friend. ”

The old elven chieftain with his scimitar approached Epicurus, who was kneeling on the gravel, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

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