The caravans of Deep Valley carry crates of goods on horseback—all steel weapons made by imperial blacksmiths. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They sold silk, wine, and glassware to hedonistic tribal leaders, sold fine weapons to rival tribes, and even caused conflicts when necessary, and shipped spices, horns, and rare crystals back to the Empire, while the wealth of the lords of the Deep Valley snowballed at the height of the Empire's power struggle.

The team that Odin met was trading weapons with the Manka. These veterans, who were proficient in the barbarian language, nodded before the arrogant barbarians, and with a few threats, the business was about to be done—the Manca men carried out a chest of silver bars and a box of horns.

Seeing Odin, the fat leader was not alarmed. He bowed deeply, his head almost touching his bulging belly.

"Honorable Monk, we are on the orders of the Lord of the Deep Valley to exchange goods with foreigners, and this is not against the laws of the Sanctuary. Saint Marr also sold cloth for the beloved Lord......"

For him, these words were already very familiar - first they were the power of Deep Valley City, and no one in the empire despised this power, and then threw out a huge profit, and no one was hostile to money, including the god servants......

"Of course, we are faithful to the great god Osiris, and therefore half of these riches are given to him, and if the monks can look at these worldly things......

The fat leader looked up, and his smile was about to crack to the base of his ears. In his experience, monks and Imperial knights would normally take most of the silver bars without mercy - these bandits!

However, the black-haired, black-eyed young monk in front of him looked motionlessly at the boxes full of goods. He seemed genuinely interested in snow-white horns, battle axes, halberds, and swords.

"Ahh......h Beloved Manca (the Manca people call the tribal leader Manka, hence the name), look at these blades, like flowing water, bright in color, made of fine steel, which can easily pierce the heart of the hateful Duro......"

Odin spoke in the high manka language, each word elongated at the end, sounding like a tribal ballad.

The people of the Deep Valley caravan looked at each other—they had never seen an Imperial monk who had practiced the barbarian language, and they were full of contempt for these races that ate raw meat and mated in the grass. And the strange behavior of this monk is more like being curious when he meets these inferior people, and uses them for amusement and shows off his rich knowledge.

"Ahh......h The calculating lord of the deep valley, these snow-white beast bones will flow into the empire, and after being carved by craftsmen, they will become hot goods - those people in Durin do not have a few beast bone statues at home, but they will be ridiculed by the entire class, and when the time comes, these white flower horns will become the golden currency of the empire......"

Odin sings in a more high, slow manka language that almost rivals that of a troubadour.

Manka listened to these words, his eyes widened, his brow bones bulged, and his totemic face tensed, revealing yellowed teeth, looking like an angry beast.

He walked up to Odin, raised his axe, a symbol of the power of the race, and slammed it into the skin that was held up next to him, and the whole skin cracked with the sound, breaking the pole in two, and the head at the top of the pole rolled down.

The human head had not yet completely dried, and was still covered with a thin layer of skin, which could be seen to be the face of a sunset empire. As the skull fell, the flies that adhered to it were startled by the swarm.

"The people of Fukaya are our friends, and it is a tradition of the Manca people to give gifts to their friends. The tribal leader demonstrated with the captives of the Sunset Empire, and then greeted him in a majestic tone.

"We saw that the Douro had captured the team of the deep valley and would help the deep valley people to retrieve the goods. We patrol the borders of the deep valley to prevent the Boz from entering the jungle of the deep valley. We never cook the people of the deep valley, nor do we sew your heads into animal skins. ”

Manka confronted Odin with an angry countenance, but looked at the fat leader with whom he had traded with disdain. He is not as dull and ignorant as the rumors say, on the contrary, his long time dealing with wild beasts has taught him how to deal with these insatiable merchants.

Similar bargaining with the savage race always happens several times a year, but this time the situation is a little different. The fat merchant frowned, and looked uneasily at the white-robed and black-haired monk, unsure of his intentions—he could only pray that things wouldn't get too bad.

Odin, on the other hand, took a step forward and was only one punch away from Manka. He looked so young that he was only as tall as the chest of a burly savage.

"The deep valley belongs to the Sunset Empire, and the Manca people are friends of the deep valley, that is, friends of the Sunset Empire. These little gifts won't ruin friendships between friends. ”

Odin continued to speak in high, out-of-touch manka language, which made him seem very funny, but everyone present felt the danger.

Immediately after, Odin was in front of Manka and began to chant a lengthy ode to the ancient emperor's Chinese.

"The supreme God Osiris, the source of all things, and the believer return to you!

A scarlet flame overflowed from Odin's hand and climbed onto Manka's ****, these strange flames were not hot, but burned vigorously when they touched sweat droplets, and they burst into high flames.

At the same moment, the box of silver bars behind Odin, which reflected the sun's rays, also ignited.

In an instant, the metal became the trigger of the flames like oiled firewood, making a piercing crackling sound, sparks splashed everywhere, the silver lumps gradually turned orange-red, and began to flow around, and the hot wooden boxes turned into mist, and the silver seeped out, setting the whole grass on fire.

The fat merchant looked desperate, wealth was his life, and he shouted incoherently: "Holy Fire Spell! stop! Holy Fire Curse ......"

However, instead of extinguishing the flames, they grew stronger, burning the silver bars and beginning to spread towards the white horns. Soon, the smooth-polished extravagances were shrouded in a blaze of fire, and they turned to soot faster than silver bars, and quickly expanded, choking on the thick black smoke that people could barely breathe.

However, the catastrophe did not stop there - everything was only worse than imagined.

The flames jumped into the wooden crate containing the weapon, and the blade pattern made by the excellent blacksmith of Deep Valley City writhed like a snake, and soon turned into red blocks, and then turned into molten iron, and boxes of glowing liquid were connected together, spitting sparks from time to time, and the explosion became more and more intense.

When the silver coins and horns burned, the Mancas did not care, and even gloated—the goods exchanged no longer belonged to them, but to the people of the Deep Valley.

When the weapons began to burn, the Mancas became extremely agitated, and they shouted "Kill this wizard!"

Several barbarians tried to extinguish the flames with shoddy battle axes, but the sparks splashed on their thighs, instantly melting a large hole, and their muscles and bones blackened. This made the barbarian tribesmen even more angry, and they wanted to stab the curse bearer to death with their hunting forks and halberds, but they were afraid of the flames that entangled Odin.

Odin was wrapped in a ball of fire and chanted again in the ancient imperial Chinese.

Step by step, he left the trading team, and no one dared to stop him.

He stepped into the grass and disappeared from sight, leaving only the tribesmen in shock and rage, and the merchants of the deep valley who were lying on the ground and shivering.

Then, he caught up with another caravan from the deep valley.

Odin is in a good mood, and that's ...... Gripped the throat of Grand Duke of Deep Valley City, Ted Hale. Next, it's about killing Carter Larson's only hope.