Section 42 Fat Sheep

"You want to know about the Bloodfang Lord?" Asowen may have noticed the change in Eshufat's expression, "I don't know why you want to know, but if you're not in a hurry to leave the tribe and want to get news about this, there's a chance." ”

"Ah......," Ashruphat replied immediately. "What kind of opportunity?"

"Do you know the Silent Panic Tribe?" Asowen asked.

"Yes, the same place I accompanied Claire to buy salt last time. "Ashrufat now knows the naming rules of the Chaos Tribes as well. Small tribes like Asowen are usually nameless - meaning they are named after their leader. If the leader is different, the name will be changed. But those big tribes, usually have a fixed name.

The Silent Panic Tribe is the official name of the tribe that occupies the salt pond and believes in Tzeentch. Due to the information provided by Ashrufat, Asowen now knew that the Silent Panic Tribes had been weakened by sending a large number of troops to participate in the invasion of Gruni, and had suffered a great loss in strength. The loss was so staggering that they were no longer worthy of the status of the owner of the salt pool. Coupled with the news obtained from some other channels, the decision to move here was finally made to standby.

"You know, there's a ...... Entrepot. Perhaps in order to avoid touching the wound, Asowen said at a very slow pace. "A lot of the neighborhood depends on the salt that comes out there.

Ashrufat nodded, he was already aware of what Asowen was trying to say.

"If you want news of the Bloodfang Lord, you should be able to get it there. Asowen said. "As long as you have a way to get to that tribe. However, "he deliberately emphasized the word. "A lone traveler, I'm afraid it's hard to do. ”

......

Gander threw a chunk of armor—or what had been armor—into the wagon. This is the last shipment. He looked around the carriage and jumped into the first car.

"Okay, so you can get rid of all the extra stuff in the tribe. He laughed at Flint in the second car. Although Flint is the newly promoted Chosen Warrior, Gander, as a veteran scout, doesn't care much about him. Truth be told, for this tribe, Gander is even more important than Flint. At the beginning, the entire tribe was able to survive, not by the combat power of the Chosen Warriors, but by the merits of a few marauder scouts such as Gander.

Unlike the last time, a small team of three people with one car, this time there were four cars in total, and ten people set off to participate in the trade of the Silent Panic Tribe. The main purpose is twofold, one is to buy more salt. Due to the increase in population and the need to marinate salted fish, salt consumption in the tribe was much greater than expected. In addition, in the event of a chaotic war (no one knows how long the scuffle will last), the supply of salt may be cut off, so it is right and wrong to accumulate a little more.

The second is to understand the situation of the speechless panic tribe on the spot. As mentioned earlier, through some channels (mainly the information obtained from the "former" Wandering Hunter tribe), Asowen has realized that a major battle is inevitable in order to compete for control of the salt pond. It was in order to fish in troubled waters that Asowen decided to move the entire tribe here to wait for an opportunity. However, if you want to fish in troubled waters, it is not enough to wait, you also need intelligence from all sides. Good scouts in the clan are important, but it's also important to get to know the "target" up close.

For this somewhat risky trade, the tribe really paid for it. The trick of disguising the witch was not suitable for a second time (and it was indeed a time when there was no other choice but to take the risk), and in order to create a camouflage effect such as "the great tribe comes to trade", all the excess loot obtained from the previous attack on the Wandering Hunter tribe was loaded into the cart. And the one who took the lead became Flint.

A Chosen Warrior led a four-cart trade convoy in exchange for salt—a scale not enough to make the Speechless Panicked Tribe suspicious.

"That's pretty much it. Gander said to Ashrufat beside him. "Let's go. ”

Ashrufat flicked his whip, and the carriage began to move forward.

"Ann, don't worry. Perhaps noticing Ashrufat's strange expression, Gander comforted him. "Don't worry, it's definitely not as dangerous as you think. The Silent Panic Tribe would never dare attack our team now. ”

"Ah, I don't really care about that. Ashrufat said. Indeed, his distraction just now had nothing to do with safety issues, but he had finally taken the first step in his own search for the star carving. As mentioned earlier, he had been separated from the Lord of Bloodfang by several months because of the war. Now he had to delay for another two months because he was familiar with the situation of the Chaos Tribe. From now on, the distance between him and the Bloodfang Lord was almost half a year apart. He didn't know what was going on there during this time, but it was definitely not a good thing to think about.

Truth be told, if it was possible, he really wanted to find a sadistic believer to ask. What did the Bloodfang Lord take Starmark for, but unfortunately, the last time he defeated the Sadistic Warband, the Sadistic Chaos Champion chose to fight to the death, forcing him to kill the other party. And those captives (i.e., those who later converted) were low-level believers, and the problem in this regard was not to be answered.

And that Atolian. Now Ashrufat still regrets it a little, maybe it is not too late to ask before doing it...... It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. So, when Assowen made that request, Ashruphat immediately agreed.

In order to disguise their origins, the convoy did not go straight to the camp of the Silent Panic Tribe, but instead took a circle. Unexpectedly, the convoy encountered another convoy on the way.

On the steppe, there are only two situations in which convoys appear, one is the tribal migration team, and the other is the tribal trade team. The difference between the two is obvious. As the two convoys approached, they found that they were similar in size and number, so both sides quickly extinguished the idea of robbery, and instead adopted a posture of being wary of each other, and marched side by side at a distance.

From this, it is easy to deduce that they also want to buy table salt. War is imminent, and all tribes with a keen sense of smell know the need to stock up on a pinch of salt.

As they had done last time, they first saw a human skin flag, and then they encountered a patrol of the Panic Tribe, speechless. Ashrufat remembered that the last time he came here, the number of patrols he encountered was about fifty people, but this time the number of patrols had been reduced by nearly half, to only about twenty people.

Those tribes with fixed territories should not do stupid things like 30 patrols today and 50 patrols tomorrow. There are only two reasons for the decrease in the number of patrols, the first is that the tribe has been severely weakened (say a war or a civil strife), and the second is that the tribe has changed the frequency of patrols. The only way to take on a larger patrol task with a limited number of people is to reduce the number of people in each patrol.

This should be the latter.

While Ashrufat was thinking, the convoy had already stopped, waiting for the patrol to come.

In particular, the attitude of the patrol this time is significantly different from the last one. The last time Eshurufat and Claire came, the hostility was palpable—in other words, the patrol of the Silent Panic Tribe was still hesitant to take out the small group. But this time, they were not hostile at all, and simply carried out the task of leading the way, bringing two teams from different places together towards the front.

However, it is not clear whether it is due to the change in the strength of the team. This time, there were ten people in the trade team, including three Chaos warriors in Chaos armor, and one chosen warrior, namely Flint, as the titular captain. This strength is not much inferior to that of a patrol of only twenty people. If you really make a move, you can't tell who will win.

Besides, there is more than one trade team here, and if the two trade teams are combined, the strength is higher than that of the patrol.

This road is neither long nor short. They weren't going to the same small outlying camp they had visited last time, but to another place. It's a sizable camp, the kind that can accommodate thousands of people. The camp was built to the standards of the Chaos tribes - not unlike the Asowen tribe's camp except for its size. The entire perimeter of the camp was surrounded by earthen walls and moats, and two entrances and exits were opened in the earthen walls. From afar, Ashrufat could hear the chaotic sounds of the camp, which were not the sounds of the daily activities of a tribe, but more akin to the bazaars of the southern realms.

"Is that their main camp?" Ashrufat asked Gander beside him.

"Do you look like that?" asked Gander rhetorically. "Speechless panic tribe...... At least tens of thousands. There's room for so many people here?"

"What do you mean...... Here's just a ...... Bazaar?"

"Just a bazaar!" said Gander. "That's true, do you see the wheel prints on the ground? There are often vehicles coming in and out here, which causes this kind of terrain. ”

"Why?" Ashruphat wondered.

"Because it's profitable. Gander didn't mind explaining it to Ashrufat. "You need to know...... The Silent Panic Tribe is the most powerful tribe in the area...... Once the most powerful. They occupy the salt ponds, so a lot of people have to come here to buy salt. As a result, everyone came together...... Since they're all trading teams, no one minds buying anything other than salt, right?, so the Silent Panic tribe set up this camp for caravans from different tribes to trade over, and they took the lead...... You don't have to do anything to earn an income. Gander's voice became soft. "Legend has it that the Silent Panic tribe enjoyed the best life of all the tribes in the vicinity, but it was precisely because of this ...... It makes them weak. Otherwise, others probably wouldn't dare to fight its idea. ”

As the two men whispered, the team approached the entrance to the camp. The patrol team leading the way pointed to the entrance to the camp and said to Gander, "Go in yourself." Then he rode away. Gander gestured to the back of the departing patrolman. "Ashrufat, do you see, these ordinary patrolmen can ride such a good war horse. It's really a big fat sheep, no wonder everyone is staring at it. ”