Section 43 Strange wine

As Gander said, the convoy was met by a tax collector at the gate of the camp that served as a bazaar. Of course, northerners don't call it "tax", but "entrance fee", but that's exactly what it is. While Gander was bargaining with the other party, Ashrufat took a moment to take a closer look at the level of construction in the entire camp.

When a small tribe like Asowen arranges a camp, it can only be simplified, which does not reflect the real architectural level of the Chaos believers, but this camp is indeed built at a certain level.

It must be said that although the people of the Central Seven Kingdoms have a view of the northerners as "barbarians", in fact their construction skills seem to be good. The biggest drawback of this camp is that it is built with mud instead of stone, but this may just be due to a lack of materials, not a lack of craftsmanship. The earthen walls of the camp look inconspicuous, but the technology of building the walls is high enough, and the earth is very compact, so the outer walls of the camp are not inferior to those of the small southern towns. As can be seen from the construction of this camp, the Chaos Believers can even build an earthen city if they want to.

Ashrufat didn't see the main camp of the Silent Panic Tribe, but he could guess that the camp must have been stronger and more difficult to attack. If someone wants to attack this tribe, either he must have an absolute superiority in forces and pay enough casualties to break through the camp wall, or he must find a way to attract the forces of the tribe to the outside and destroy them. If the Silent Panic Tribe can adhere to the strategy of "turtle stream", then it is not impossible for them to survive this round of crisis.

When Asowen sensed the crisis, he chose to move, but the silent panic tribe sensed the crisis but refused to leave, probably relying on the tribe's fortifications.

By this time, Gander had already finished bargaining. Having said that, although it is a bargain, the style of northerners is very different from that of southerners, and they don't know how to calculate. If Akin were to come here, he would probably make a fortune on negotiating power alone - provided he had enough force to defend himself.

The whole bazaar was also quite lively, and Ashrufat took a cursory look around and saw at least seven or eight tribes of trading here. There are not many goods that are traded between tribes. The main ones are metals (most of them are actually Chaos armor that has been reduced to war trophies, but there are all kinds of finished products), jewelry, furs, slaves, dry food, livestock (most often horses), fabrics, and so on. In addition, the people of the Silent Panic tribe also sell their own specialties here, there are two main types, one of which is naturally table salt, and the other is mead that Ashrufat has never seen. This wine has a strong red color and is known as the blood of drunkenness.

"Why, Ashrufat, you don't seem to have been here?"

"The last time I came......," replied Ashrufat. "Not brought here, but in a small camp, where salt was exchanged. Not sure why. ”

"Probably the power of a witch. Gander said. "You're a small team, but there's a witch...... They don't dare to charge you anything. ”

The items they brought with them were quite popular. Within a short time, someone approached the door, intending to exchange horses and slaves for their loot, the Chaos armor that had been turned into parts.

As mentioned earlier, the Chaos Believers did not have the habit of bargaining, and the two sides quickly reached an agreement. Everything on one of the four chariots was taken away by the other in exchange for four slaves, all four of whom were craftsmen and of great value to the tribe, and twenty horses. Of these twenty horses, eight were war horses. Both parties were satisfied with the sale. They disposed of the unsalable goods (they left the bazaar after the deal), and the Flint side was great value for money.

Then, by Flint Tiyì, Gander exchanged all the contents of the other wagon for salt—ten bags of salt in all. Only half of the previous trade. But considering that the tribe itself has a relatively abundant amount of salt, so much is enough.

Next, between. In this bazaar, in addition to this large-scale trade, there is also trade between private individuals. For example, if you see someone else like a piece of jewelry, you can offer to buy it. This is a very reckless behavior for southerners, but it is a common thing in the midst of chaos.

In particular, the warriors of the Silent Panic Tribe formed several patrol squads and patrolled around the camp.

After the completion of the two major deals, Ashrufat immediately left the team and searched for his target in the camp. After a little time, he finally found a suitable target: the stall that sold drunken blood.

It was a large tent in the center of the camp, almost a dozen paces away from the altar in the center of the camp (this was Tzeentch's altar, of course), and there were about twenty barrels of wine stacked inside. In addition to wholesale, this stall is not averse to retail, because one of the barrels is open and the wine is overflowing. And on top of the lid there were several large cups - the wooden one.

The seller was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair, tall and muscular, with a heavy mace at hand. It was clear that the shopkeeper knew exactly what he was doing.

Ashruphat saw someone come over and ask a few questions, then took off the gold ring (which appeared to be a gold ring) from his hand in exchange for a large cup of drunken blood.

Ashrufat also walked up. After seeing Ashrufat, the strong man who sold wine spoke a few words in a certain dialect, but when he realized that Ashrufat did not understand, he changed to a lingua franca.

"Would you like a drink?" he looked at Ashrufat, and offered to solicit it.

"What is this. Ashrufat asked casually.

"Drunken blood. The strong man replied. "It's delicious. It is a special product...... Something unique. "Although this is also a barbarian, after all, business is business, and people who do business always have something in common, such as boasting about this.

Speaking of which, Ashrufat had seen a lot of wine—although he drank any wine as much as water, but that did not prevent him from drinking on certain occasions—all kinds of wine, not to mention mead. The wine, called "Drunken Blood", was a mead that he could smell from afar. Born of the natural arrogance of a civilized world, he didn't care much about the barbarian wine. If there is anything worth noting about this wine, judging from what I just watched, it is that this wine is relatively strong.

Well, this point doesn't mean anything to Ashrufat. Whether it is light wine or spirits, it may smell different in his nose, but in his mouth it is the same as water.

Ashrufat pulled out a golden from his pocket—as mentioned earlier, gold and silver were still hard currency even among the Chaos Tribes. It's just that the value of the gold coin is no longer the value on paper, but only the value of itself.

The strong man put away the gold coin, and immediately poured a cup of drunken blood for Ashrufat.

"I'd like to get some news. Ashruphat took the glass but did not drink it. He had decided to ask questions directly, because from recent observations, he had noticed a lack of that kind of roundabout speaking tradition among the Chaos tribes.

The strong man nodded in agreement.

"I want to know the whereabouts of the Bloodfang Lord. Ashrufat said. He had already thought about this matter carefully before and after, after all, the Blood Fang Lord had a large group of subordinates, so if he passed through this area, it was impossible to hide his whereabouts. The surrounding tribes should know about him.

In terms of time, the Bloodtooth Lord passed through this area half a year ago at most, and those with a little memory are not so quick to forget things.

"Lord of the Bloodfangs?" he headed north. The strong man replied. Ashrufat's question was easy to answer, so he answered it very crisply.

"North?"

"Well, all the way north. He extorted a lot of food and grass from our tribe...... Mainly livestock. This suggests that he should be planning to take a long journey. ”

"A lot of grain and grass was extorted?" Ashrufat was a little strange. "You gave it to him?" When did the Chaos Tribe become so talkative? He thought that the Bloodfang Lord had relied on looting to obtain logistical supplies along the way.

"Are you from the South?" asked the strong man.

"Yes. "Ashrufat doesn't intend to hide this.

"You probably don't understand, he has hundreds of Chosen Warriors and a dozen Chaos Champions under his command...... This kind of force is not our ...... It's not something that any of the surrounding tribes can deal with. The strong man did not pursue the origin of Eshurufat, but instead answered the previous question.

"Ah......h That fierce battle was like a screening, and the Chaos warriors who could fight their way out of the encirclement and escape were almost all elites. So don't look at the small number of the Blood Fang Lord's men (there were only a thousand men besieging the city that night, and they suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle with the queen's guards), but the combat power is very strong.

Judging from what Ashrufat had learned about the Chaos tribes in the vicinity, if the Blood Fang Lord had a heart, he might be able to unify (or eliminate) all the Chaos tribes in this area with his troops. Don't say it's impossible, if the Blood Fang Lord fights the small tribe first, and then the big tribe,

"Why did he go north?" said Ashrufat, another question.

This time, the strong man looked at his face and stared at him for several seconds before answering. "I don't know. ”

This answer did not satisfy Ashrufat, but he also sensed that the information that such a gold ori could get in exchange was also Cheng Dù's. If he wanted to know more inside information, he would have to find someone else.

As he thought so, he raised his glass and drank the drink inside. Because of his thoughts, it wasn't until he swallowed the last mouthful of drunken blood that he realized that something was not right.

This wine ...... Hot?

A fragment of memory in the back of his mind told him that strong alcohol should be hot to drink.

He put down his glass, and a sudden pressure in his abdomen rushed up, causing him to burp involuntarily. What is going on? Ashrufat even forgot about the Bloodfang Lord for a moment. His body...... This wine ......

He licked the rim of the glass with his tongue—as drunkards often do—and realized that it was indeed ...... It's not like any other sake. An indescribable heat was felt in his abdomen, as if he had just drunk not a glass of wine, but a fire.

He put down his glass and walked forward. There was a drunken man lying a little in front of him. Ashrufat subconsciously wanted to avoid this drunkard. But for some reason, he couldn't avoid it, and he stepped on the other party's body with a kick. Then, he felt the world spin.