The night in the desert was cold and deadly, and there were not many rooms in the inn, so many homeless people could only lie staggered in the restaurant, wrapped in the cold of the desert at night.

The fat boss and his guys cooked a pot of hot soup and brought it to the table so that they wouldn't have too much trouble at night.

A few homeless people couldn't help but pull the fat boss's sleeve and sounded: "This 'Ah San', are you going to the territory of the Red Pavilion?" ”

The boss didn't bother to hide it, and replied bluntly: "There is chaos here, not to mention making money, even my life is almost gone." It's better to go to the territory of the Red Pavilion to live a few days of peace of mind, and maybe make a little money. ”

The displaced people asked, "Have you been there?" ”

The fat boss smiled innocently, "I'm a hotel here, and I've been here many bards before, and I've heard them tell a lot of stories about the 'Red Pavilion'. ”

Hearing the story, the homeless people seemed to be interested and gathered around, "Tell me, what kind of story is it?" ”

As soon as he heard that someone asked him to tell a story, the fat boss's face suddenly glowed. After a few pretentious shirks, he took the two small wooden bowls upside down in his hands and knocked out a bright beat on the table.

Then the fat boss imitated the tone of the bard and sang, "Hey...... Carrying bags and going to all directions, brothers and sisters sit on both sides. A pot of hot wine, a bowl of soup, and listen to me sing the story. Today's story comes from a distant desert, where the Princess of Fire is about to face the Grim Reaper. ”

I have to admit that the fat boss is not a bard's material, after all, the four opening ballads don't have a word in tune except for the "hey" at the beginning. But the homeless people suddenly lifted their spirits, and even the sleepy-eyed children sat up in shock, and sat around the fat boss with wide curious eyes.

The Desert Reaper, also known as the Rabbi God, is the most powerful deity of the Wild Sand Empire. Even if it is the "Princess of Guns" who is rumored to be a hero, how can she compete with the rabbinical gods?

“…… When the princess saw the boundless desert, she finally understood the plight faced by us 'children of the desert', with no food, no water, only yellow sand in the sky, and the 'rabbinic gods' who stood in the sandstorm and mocked us......"

The fat boss knocked on the wooden bowl and talked about it, and the homeless people sat around with blankets, listening quietly.

“…… The good princess slit her arm with a sharp sword and sacrificed the barren land with the purest blood in the world. A miracle happened, the tens of thousands of grass stalks planted by the princess actually pulled out green branches, and the seeds sprinkled instantly jumped to the height of calves! ”

Such a shocking description made the homeless people listen to the heart, and some people wanted to serve a bowl of hot soup, but they didn't even know that the soup was leaking.

“…… The princess's actions angered the cruel rabbinic gods, and the clouds were instantly enveloped, and the hot noon suddenly became darker than the night, and a frenzied sandstorm roared, and thirty ferocious thundercloud beasts fell from the sky to tear the princess to pieces......"

The hearts of the homeless people were tugged at, and several timid children hugged their parents tightly, for fear that the princess in the story would be miserable.

“…… Suddenly, there was a torrential rain in the sky. It's not strange that it's raining, but this rain is bright red - blood! Countless blood-colored crows flew all over the sky, and it turned out that the king of hell had appeared with a scythe to harvest evil spirits......"

The children's faces immediately showed joyful smiles, and their eyes sparkled with excitement,

“…… In the face of the rabbinical gods' provocations and curses, the Hell Hades paid no heed. He shook his divine might, and instantly became taller and more powerful than the rabbi god, and the huge scythe slashed at the rabbi god with the unquenchable karmic fire of hell for thousands of years......"

This fictional plot is obviously a mythical story that is almost absurd, but those displaced people listen to it with relish, and even can't help but cheer.

“…… The rabbinic god was blinded in one eye and fled in haste to the southern part of the desert and went into hiding. In this way, under the leadership of the 'Princess of Fire' and the 'King of Hell', the people of the desert built a new home. The fat boss ended today's performance with applause.

And such a story happens to fit the aesthetic concept of the homeless, who praised the fat boss's interpretation and responded with warm applause.

If it weren't for the fact that their bodies had been looted by those Wild Sand warriors, and they would have to consider paying in installments even for a beer, they really wanted to reward the fat boss with a few copper coins.

Although the night was deep, many people still did not feel sleepy, and discussed the topic of "whether to follow them to the Red Pavilion" in twos and threes.

People always have a hometown complex, and most people want to return to their hometown. It's a pity that when the Wild Sand Legion forcibly recruited slaves, their fields were trampled down, their houses burned to ashes, and those old and weak relatives and friends who had no labor force were cut off and thrown on the side of the road to wait for jackals and vultures.

"If you go back now, what will you eat and where will you stay?" Someone asked.

Others thought of a more troublesome question: "Today, General Nick scared off those unscrupulous warriors, what will they do when they come back next time?" ”

Someone suggested, "Why don't you follow the innkeeper to the Red Pavilion together?" ”

"I'm afraid you're not crazy." An older man said, "You just heard a story last night, and you believe that the gang of bandits in Chishuiwan are good people?" ”

This old man is right, this organization really hasn't done anything decent before Buxiao is in charge of the Red Pavilion. What kind of robbery, kidnapping and extortion, can be regarded as all evil.

Another young man stood up, "What you say is reasonable, then why don't we go to the west and join the Eighteen Tribes?" ”

"Eighteen tribes?" The old man frowned.

The young man said: "I heard that the Eighteen Tribes, under the convening of the Fourth Prince, Hamid, have formed a coalition army to recapture the 'Crown Tomb' occupied by the Red Pavilion. ”

Some people also chimed in: "The eighteen tribes are now preparing military supplies, we can not go to war, and give them people's husbands, and they should also be able to have something to eat." ”

There was a laugh from the corner.

It was a gray-haired old man, his face full of vicissitudes distorted into a disdainful smile, "Have you ever heard a saying: the scorpion of the ruined capital will sting, and the scorpion of the imperial tomb will also sting." ”

Scorpions are all stingers, just like all the crows in the world are black, and if you want to find a white crow to come out, it is not that the crow has a problem, but that there is a problem with people.

The old man asked in a low voice, "You said that the 'Red Pavilion' is a bandit, so what kind of good kind is the 'Eighteen Tribes'?" As far as I know, they were all in this together in the early years. ”

"Daddy Shraf, is there such a thing?" A boy sitting on the ground next to him asked.

It was a thin boy, with a chubby girl on his knees, shivering from the cold, wrapped in a blanket.

Father Shraf got up slowly, picked up a wooden bowl to serve the soup, and said as he walked, "I have heard that there has always been a rumor among the tribes of the north about the 'treasure of Chishuiwan'. Later, in order to find the treasure, they formed the organization called the 'Red Pavilion'. ”

The boy asked again, "So, the 'Red Pavilion' and the 'Eighteen Tribes' are the same family?" ”

"Nasian, you're thinking too simply." Shraf scooped up half a bowl of soup and filled the bowl with wild vegetables and minced meat, "and then they fought among themselves and split into many factions......

Like many teams that are able to overcome great odds, it is always the internal forces that cause division in the end.

The boy named Nacian sighed, and the others gradually fell silent.

If the "Red Pavilion" is a bandit, the "Eighteen Tribes" is also a bandit, the Wild Sand Army is still a bandit, then where should they go?

Is there anyone else in this desert besides bandits?

And maybe ...... Demons?

The wind howled in the night and blew out everyone's enthusiasm.

……

Father Shraf moved over to Nacian with the hot soup and whispered, "Drink some hot soup and warm up." His Royal Highness the Third Prince. ”

A mouthful of hot soup spilled into his stomach, and Nacian felt a warmth in his heart. He straightened the girl's forehead hair on his lap and brought the hot soup to her mouth, "Little fat cat, take a sip." ”

Father Shraf sat beside him in a sullen voice, looked at their appearance, and whispered again: "Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, I am afraid that there is no way to escape now." ”

Nacian lowered his voice: "Father Shraf, there are no 'princes' here. Chubby Kitty and I are now your children. ”

Father Shrav was still a little embarrassed, "But, after all, you are a mad tsar......

Nacian put down the hot soup and wrapped the blanket on the girl's body tighter, "What's good about the royal family, it's all vicious people. It's like my second brother Babu, who murdered my eldest brother, defiled my sister, and gave my youngest brother to the Demon Lord as a concubine......"

Shiraf exclaimed, "He also murdered the Emperor of the Wild Sand, and blamed you again." ”

Nacian smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for you and the little fat cat, I'm afraid I would have become a dried corpse hanging on the city wall." What is the meaning of such a royal status. ”

Shraf nodded heavily: "I just heard that the Seventh Prince Hamid gathered eighteen tribes as private soldiers in the Western Desert; The fourth prince, Shannu, with the support of the general, took control of the abandoned capital; The second prince, Babu, looted slaves everywhere and ran his own territory in the name of building temples. ”

Nacian smiled dumbly, "The Wild Sand Empire has been beaten to the barren, are they going to provoke civil strife again?" ”

Shraf spread his hands helplessly, "It is said that this is all the emperor's last will: the strong is king." Whoever can seize this desert will be the strongest, and whoever will own this desert. ”

Naxi snorted, "This old man didn't even understand how he was dying, even if he won this desert, it was just a desolate desert. ”