The barbarian warrior beat his chest with his hands, bowed respectfully, his excited voice trembled, and said loudly: "Our tribe has been looking forward to you for a long time. ”

His waist was almost ninety degrees, and he stopped for more than ten seconds before he got back to his feet—the most solemn courtesy of the barbarians to each other.

The goblin sitting on the donkey's back snorted proudly, as if the barbarian courtesy was what he deserved.

At the same time, as a proud and adventurous and speculative shrewd goblin businessman, he secretly scolded in his heart: These fools are full of oars~!

Seeing Uncle Ben, they were so happy, which fully showed their thirst for salt. Reveal their hole cards.

It seems that if you don't raise the price three times or five times this time, I'm sorry that the uncle is getting better Chapter 1127 The win-win deal (asking for a monthly pass) is more than their IQ~!

The goblin thought as he waved his hand nonchalantly.

The men put away the leather bags of salt.

The savages watched the bag until it was put back on the pack horse, and then reluctantly withdrew its gaze.

Salt is a precious thing to them.

When eating, with this thing, those foods will not be difficult to swallow, and eating this thing will make the body strong.

Not to mention, with salt, you can pickle food, which can keep those things longer and not rot.

Unfortunately, they don't know how the salt is made. As a result, large quantities can only be imported from human areas.

However, because of the rugged roads, the high cost of long-distance transportation, and the numerous thieves in the mountains, the risk of transporting salt is high.

Under these conditions. Even though the price of salt remains high, salt can be brought in from outside. Still a very small minority.

Not to mention. After years of war, the Ruman Empire frantically wielded the economic stick and imposed an extremely severe trade embargo on them. As a strategic material, salt is the first place in the ban on win-win transactions (asking for monthly passes) in Chapter 1127.

This highlights the preciousness of these table salts. In many places. A small bag of salt can be exchanged for several fat daughters-in-law (because of the harsh living environment, these barbarians are all beautiful to be fat. If you praise someone for being enchanting or something, it will be quite a strict insult to them, and they will even dare to fight with you on the spot. ）。

Hence it. After seeing the salt brought by the goblin merchant. The attitude of the barbarians at the head immediately changed dramatically.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Dear Mr. Yinguang, please come with me." ”

"Lead the way. The goblin grunted nonchalantly. I secretly made up my mind in my heart: I must wield a knife this time and slaughter these brainless guys~!

The barbarian warriors sandwiched the goblins' packhorses in the middle, happily waving their weapons and singing generous and heroic barbarian folk songs. Escort the goblins to their own tribe.

The pack horses struggled for two or three hours along winding trails that only goats could recognize and walk on, rolling and climbing on the slippery slopes covered in snow and ice. When everyone was feeling exhausted, they finally arrived at the Handzeheim tribe.

This is still because there are more than a dozen barbarian warriors pulling and dragging them, otherwise the goblins can't even find the way.

In a valley surrounded by mountains, the residence of the Hänzeheim tribe is revealed.

In the eyes of the goblin Silverlight, the size of this tribe was moderate among the barbarians, about three to five thousand people, equivalent to a human town. Houses made of stones, twigs, and fur are a mess all over the valley.

Each of these houses had only one doorway for entry and exit, and a curtain made of animal skins hung from the doorway to keep out the wind and snow.

In the middle of the valley, there is a stone building several times larger than the others, which is the residence of the tribal chief.

The barbarians escorting the goblins stopped outside the valley, blew their horns, and ran in to report the news.

Soon the whole tribe was in an uproar, and men, women, and children ran out of their houses and crowded towards the gate.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a team of thousands of people walked out of the camp to greet the goblin Silverlight.

At the head was a stocky savage with a beard like a lion, and his voice was loud, "Welcome, in the name of Rohan, welcome to you, my friend." I am Zeltan the patriarch of Hintheim, and they all call me Zeltan the Lion. ”

His voice was so loud that the ears of the goblin were buzzing with his voice before he could be caught off guard.

The excited patriarch ran over and hugged the goblin on the donkey with great enthusiasm, so strong that the goblin couldn't breathe, and then shook the goblin's hand up and down vigorously.

Silver Light felt that his thin body was almost shaken apart.

"I did not die in bad weather, but at the hands of these ardent savages, abominable and coarse pigs. Goblin Yinguang cursed in his heart, and he opened his comfortable house in Ruman again.

But then, with the most sincere smile on his face as the goblins were lending usury, he said, "Ah, my dear Patriarch of Zeltan, it is a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Please, inside please. Patriarch Zeltan couldn't help but say, and the donkey pulling the goblin went inside, and the sturdy big green donkey was dragged into the camp by the patriarch's vigorous force.

Along the way, the barbarians sang and danced around the pack horse team of the goblins, as joyful as a festival.

The chief of Zeltan cleared the entire pack horse team into a large house in the center of the camp, and a bonfire burned on the ground in the middle of the house, driving away the cold of ice and snow.

As soon as the Patriarch Zeltan entered the door, he grabbed the hand of the goblin Silverlight, and as if he was afraid that he had run away, he shouted to his men gathered in front of the door, "Rejoice, boys, Mr. Silverlight has brought us the salt we desperately need. I announce that tonight we are going to have a grand celebration of Mr. Silverlight. ”

The residents below burst into a burst of cheers.

Goblin Yinguang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, my noble patriarch, let's do business first, and you can play casually at night." ”

Patriarch Zeltan rubbed his thick palms and said in a loud voice, "Yes, yes, you are very right, boys. Go and get out all the treasures you've hidden. Delicious salt and beautiful jewellery beckon. ”

The goblin's men unloaded the goods from the pack horses and set them right in front of them.

The barbarians scattered in a hurry. Run back and take out the baby that you pressed under the bed. Rush back to the goblins to exchange salt and goods.

Due to the blockade and embargo of the Rumans, there was a shortage of salt, which is now more expensive than gold. And there is no market for it.

When the barbarians came back, they all had in their hands the most precious things in their homes.

The most common of these is the fur of animals.

Because those barbarians hunted for many years. There was too much fur brought, and it was already a black heart. The goblin, who was going to exchange a skin for half a catty of salt, turned his heart on the spot and decided to increase the price again: a complete bear skin for half a catty of salt.

A pound of salt in Ruman is only worth a few dozen copper coins, but a complete bear skin is worth nearly fifty gold coins. In the middle is hundreds of times the windfall profits.

But even so. The barbarians were still grinning with big mouths full of yellow teeth, and they kept stealing fun, looking at the goblins as if they were looking at a second fool.

The salt they used to buy was not much different in price than it is now. But beware, those are all very low-quality coarse salts. And there are these fine salts. They can mix some fine soil and sand in those salts, and when the time comes, they can eat for a long time.

Since both sides thought they were taking advantage, the atmosphere of the whole transaction was extremely warm, friendly and harmonious.

Goblins have acquired many other things as well as furs.

For example, the barbarians still have some precious herbs in their hands.

Most goblins exchange them for a pound of salt.

Although these things may not seem inconspicuous, they are actually precious raw materials in alchemy, and their value ranges from a few to hundreds of gold.

Even more precious are the various magic crystals, which barbarians can often dig up in caves or rivers.

When it comes to the goblin, even the purest magic storage crystal the size of a fist has become a tattered product with cracks and impure quality, and it is only worth three catties of salt at most.

In Ruman, the market value is more than 200 gold coins.

If Lester knew the price, the dean, who was distressed by the skyrocketing price of the magic crystal, would have to make himself angry, and the magic crystal that made his flesh hurt in the Maple Leaf Danlin was not as expensive as the paper he wiped his nose here.

In addition to table salt, all kinds of glittering jewelry, especially large rings and earrings, were also a favorite of the barbarians, who liked something that represented themselves differently.

The whole noisy process of trading continued until dark, when half of the goods brought by the goblins disappeared, and the vacated places were loaded with furs and materials.

Goblin Silver secretly calculated that only the materials he had acquired would be worth more than 10,000 gold coins if they were transported back to Ruman.

And all he paid was a dozen gold coins of salt and jewelry worth one or two hundred gold coins. Even if he counts the wages paid to his subordinates, his net profit is as high as 10,000 Imperial Gold Coins.

Yinguang smacked his tongue secretly, and said secretly in his heart: No wonder the boss likes to do smuggling business the most, this money is really comfortable, and when I retire, I can come to do this.

Alas, but by then the barbarians will probably be gone......

Goblin Silverlight thought in his heart that after he retired, it would be the best smuggling destination.

At this time, his shoulder was suddenly hugged vigorously by the Zeltan patriarch, and the stench from the mouth of the Zeltan patriarch sprayed on the face of the goblin, and he roared loudly: "Let's celebrate, Mr. Yinguang, celebrate~!"

The barbarians seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and as his words fell. The whole camp suddenly became lively.

The barbarians beat the animal skin drum with the leg bones of unknown animals, and two goats roasted on the bonfire, and men and women danced the most primitive dances around the bonfire, and from time to time there were sparks of barbarian men and women hugging and going out of the house to do something they liked.

Patriarch Zeltan looked at his subordinates excitedly, and suddenly sighed, "It would be nice if there was a sip of wine at this time." ”

The goblin silver's eyes rolled, and he pulled out a wine bottle from his bag and stuffed it into the arms of the Patriarch Zeltan, and said, "I've sent you." ”

The patriarch of Zeltan was not polite, took the wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and poured a sip, and immediately shrunk together by the strong alcohol, and after a while, he exhaled heavily, and sighed: "Good wine~!"

"Friends. Good friend~!" He hugged the goblin fiercely. "You can give me such a good wine, Mr. Yinguang." You're your best friend from now on.

I'm going to have my prettiest daughters entertain you tonight. ”

Think of the barbarian woman's thick body hair and thick flavor. The goblin shuddered, hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "No need, no need." ”

The Patriarch of Zeltan patted the goblin on the back vigorously. Haha laughed and said, "It's all men, don't be shy?"

"Not really. The goblin said with a sad face.

The Zeltan patriarch looked at the goblins in amazement. Then he remembered something, and whispered in a somewhat embarrassed voice: "Do you like men, I heard that this is popular among human beings now." But no one in our clan seems to like this......"

Silver Light almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. Changing the subject, he said, "Patriarch Zeltan." Haven't you had any merchants here for a long time?"

Patriarch Zeltan sighed and said, "It's been more than a year. Damn the Rumans, I heard that they had built a wall on their border, and whoever entered the wall would kill whomever he wanted. By the way, how did you get in?"

"It's a secret. Goblin Silver smiled mysteriously and said, "I want to go inside." But I heard there's something wrong inside?"

The Patriarch of Zeltan sniffed the wine on the mouth of the bottle and said, "They have a legend that there is a tribe chosen by the gods. Its warriors are invulnerable, not even afraid of dragons, and are slaughtering other tribes everywhere.

I think it's nonsense, though. If there really were such a powerful warrior, they would have gone to fight the Ruman people a long time ago, and how much oil and water could they have to rob their own people. ”

Seeing that he couldn't say anything, the goblin sighed in disappointment and said, "Looks like I have to keep going inside." ”

Patriarch Zeltan patted his chest and said: "No problem, our warriors will escort you to the border, what god warriors, bullshit, we Hanzeheim are god warriors, hahaha......"

The barbarian celebrations continued into the night, and at last the tribesmen, including the chief of Zeltan, lay down on the side of the fire and slept.

And the goblin Yinguang, as the most honored guest, was invited to the patriarch's own room, and fell asleep with a pillow glued to his head.

In the middle of the night, when people sleep at their deepest, the goblin is suddenly awakened by a strange sound.

Silver Light turned over and jumped up vigilantly, clenching the short knife in his hand and looking around.

At this time, another terrible scream came, and the goblin was stunned for a moment, and secretly said in his heart: "This is a miserable scream." Damn, something happened~!"

The silver light ran out of the inner room, and the barbarians in the big room were awakened by the screams, and they roared, and rushed out of the room with their weapons in hand.

"Someone sneak attack~!"

"Is that a bastard from that tribe?"

"Slaughter them for me, kill them~!"

Yinguang angrily kicked his follower awake, and said hurriedly: "Something's wrong, get up." ”

The attendants immediately jumped up, drew their swords casually, and looked around in panic. Apparently the first time I've experienced something like this.

"I know you idiots can't be trusted. The goblin pointed at them and scolded angrily, "Take care of the goods." ”

The goblin silverlight followed the barbarian, leaning on the doorframe and looking out cautiously.

By the light of the moon in the sky, the scene in the camp was clear.

Black figures fought in the camp, and high-pitched shouts of killing were heard.

It was impossible to see in the hazy moonlight how many men had slaughtered the Handzeheim tribe, but the goblins heard the roar of barbarian battle in all directions, and it was clear that the size of the enemy would not be small.

"This can't be~!" the goblin muttered in a low voice, the Hanzeheim tribe was surrounded by high mountains and cliffs on all sides, and there was only one mountain road in and out, which was really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Who can sneak in quietly and suddenly.

"Is it the Ruman Legion?" said the goblin Silver Light in his heart, then shook his head to reject the speculation.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, and the Ruman Legion will not choose to attack at this time.

It could only be a war between the barbarian tribes.

Thinking of this, he was very sure that the war between the barbarians was nothing to fear for him, a smuggler.

Black figures and shouts of killing were getting closer and closer to the house, and it was clear that the Handzeheim tribe was losing ground to the attackers.

Several houses were set on fire during the battle, illuminating the barbarians who were fighting fiercely nearby.

I saw that the attackers were all wearing their upper bodies, only a piece of animal skin was wrapped around their waists, and they were not afraid of the cold of dozens of degrees below zero, wielding weapons to fight the barbarians of the Hanzeheim tribe.

The characteristic loud voice of the Patriarch of Zeltan roared, "It's the bastard who is not afraid of death, children, kill them all for me." ”

After speaking, he carried a battle axe the size of a pot lid and strode forward.

The entire tribe of Hantheim took action, men, women, and children, all joined in the battle.

It has always been a barbarian tradition for men to block the enemy, women to fire arrows on the roofs, and children to throw stones at them.

But the naked man still couldn't stop the attack.

The goblins were surprised to see that these half-naked barbarians were not afraid of being hurt.

The sword slashed at them, cutting a long wound, and the half-naked savage did not care, and the pain did not affect them in any way, and they slashed and slashed as they slashed.

Some were even stabbed in the cross, and the wounded themselves pulled out their long swords and threw them on the ground.

A thought crossed the goblin's mind: God Warrior.

The ancient myths and legends of the barbarians have several powerful warriors, one being the mountain giants, who can fight the gods on par. One is a dragon, and the other is the god warrior of Rohan, the barbarian god.

Legend has it that they are invulnerable, invulnerable, just like the half-naked barbarian warriors you see in front of you.

"No, that's a myth, it can't be true. "The earth is carefully underway, just like the mountain giants, it is all a mythical story.

The goblins are atheists through and through, and if they have faith, they only believe in the god of omniscience.

"And who are these people?" the goblin silverlight searched his stomach, wondering what these monsters had suddenly appeared.

After thinking about it for a long time, the goblin Silver Light suddenly thought of something similar to them—the Dark Knight. ！！！