"Is it worth much?" said Dakan Khan, handing the jade to the fat man.

This fat man is a Westerner who fled to the steppe in bankruptcy, once a well-informed businessman, after Dakan met him, he hired him as an assistant, specially for him to take care of the offerings of his tribes and the tax on the trade and travel of his territory, over the years, I have also seen a lot of treasures, and Dakan Khan, I rarely see him so surprised.

The fat man wiped his hands in a panic, took out a handkerchief, wrapped the jasper stone handed over by Da Khan, stared at every inch of the stone surface and edges and corners of the jade like a lover, and his expression was obsessed as if drunk: "Really, Your Majesty, you see, the center is like a tear-like transparent mark, and the color changes so naturally, if it is in the auction house of Port Sesk Teflam , as long as this tear stain is the size of a grain of rice, the reserve price is three thousand gold coins......"

Dakan Khan's face twitched violently, and the other two Khans also stared straight at the gem on the table and swallowed.

They could see clearly that the jade in front of them was the size of an egg, and the vivid tear stain in the center was the size of a little finger.

How much does it cost?

"Look how beautiful he is......" the fat man muttered nervously.

Litanya's face was even more ugly.

He had also heard of this kind of stone, and it was not a very good magical material, but with its beautiful appearance and rare quantity, it was an extremely rare gem, and this was something he could not scoop up.

This will definitely solve the doubts of the three khans, how can a person who can scoop out this kind of treasure and give it away very casually, how can he be a small person?

"Westerners, this gift is very valuable. Dakan Khan withdrew the stone and gave Panny a deep look.

"No matter how valuable a gift is, it is far less valuable than a good friend. Penny looked at Dakan: "If the Khan is willing to accept my friendship, then most of the wizards and nearly two-thirds of the merchants who set out from the Dragon Coast to the east to do business are willing to become the Khan's most loyal friends, and I believe that the Great Khan will not have heard of the trade route from Baldur's Gate to the West Gate." Almost all of the merchants who did business in the western and Hartland areas were concentrated, and many of the goods exported from the West to the East came from this route. ”

Due to the rolling mountains and complex terrain, there are only three roads from West Feren to Hartland. The road in the north is remote and passes through the powerful underworld and the Ionok Desert, and the road in the south is also quite rugged, and the exit is still in the mountainous country of Tumis, only the deep water - Baldur's Gate - Dragon Coast This trade route is the widest and most convenient, and the southern countries of West Feren such as Am's merchants often use this road to travel, which also creates the prosperity of Simon.

The three khans played with the dragon's tears worth 10,000 gold in their fingers, and their minds immediately flashed to the caravans that passed through the Golden Avenue every year. The small pupils of the rare West Hartland products he was carrying flashed brightly.

Philo Khan laughed: "Westerners, you are our good friend!"

"You!" said Litaniah, frightened and furious, trying to argue something, but was quickly dragged down by Orasa, and the look the old servant gave him made him realize that this was not the place for him to speak, but the fact that he had to live with the enemy in front of him still made him angry.

Thian Khan glanced at him, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied: "Oh. So sir, please don't harbor evil thoughts here, for the steppe people. Now you are all good friends of ours. ”

These steppe people are all damn bitches.

Litania thought through gritted teeth.

"Of course. With a smile on his face, Penny peeled off the fruit on the table, cut the core with a knife and cut it into pieces, and then threw it into Fina's open mouth: "Thank you very much for your understanding, although I have come to see the Great Prophet, but the invasion of the forbidden place has caused trouble to you Great Khan, for this I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." ”...,

"Hahaha. Philo Khan laughed, appreciating the Westerner's reasonableness. He turned his questioning gaze to Litanya again.

While it was good to be friends with a Serge chief, how could he be sure that the little wizard wouldn't be 'treacherous' after he let him go?

The Searles are cunning.

After that westward expedition, all the steppe people knew this fact.

What's more, this young man also looks too untrustworthy.

Several khans looked at the thunderous Litanya, and the more stable Panny, and there was an obvious tendency to like and dislike in their hearts.

A hot-tempered man. How can it be more reliable than a peaceful and upright person?

What's more, the jade dragon tears from Penny are still in his hands, and Litania is just empty words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the messenger of the Holy Land has arrived. At that moment, a guard came into the account and announced, "Please come and meet the two guests, a man and a woman." ”

The three Khans and Penny were all surprised.

Penny was surprised that the Great Prophet actually met him, his identity had just been revealed, and it was clear that the Great Prophet did not know yet, but why would he ask to see him?

The three khans were surprised by the tone of the messenger: Please, guest.

There are not many people who can make the Holy Land use this kind of tone.

"Quick, please!" the three khans hurriedly beckoned a large number of attendants to lead the horses, and then said to Penny very respectfully: "Oh, noble friend, you are now the guest of the Great Prophet, and the most honored guest of all the tribes of our steppe. ”

Penny couldn't help but be a little flattered, hurriedly returned the salute, got on the horse under the congratulations of the three khans, and marched towards the depths of the holy land covered by clouds and mountains and fog, Litania looked at the dashing back of the horse team, and her red eyes almost dripped blood.

He actually ran away in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he was extremely resentful of these steppe people.

At this moment, a horseman came from afar, galloped to the side of the three khans, turned over and dismounted, and whispered to the khans, and Litania saw the khans look back at her, and their gaze became somewhat unfriendly.

"You ...... Why are you staring at me like that?" asked Litania as she reached for her teacup and wanted to drink water to hide her uneasiness.

"Bad news for you, Mr. Litanya. With a wave of his hand, Tian Khan removed the tea table in front of Litanya and Oraza.

Litanya's hand holding the teacup was empty, and her eyelids jumped, and she heard Tian Khan's voice full of regret: "According to the information I just received, it seems that the Red Robe Mage Society has been destroyed. All the red robes fled from their country. Mistress Mithrila is also banished, your grandmother she, it seems, this ......" Khan adjusted his tone, trying to make the schadenfreude in his words less obvious: "No longer the chief"

"What! it can't be!" Litania stood up with red eyes.

Will the red-robed mage be destroyed? Misrila will be banished? This is something that will never happen in Litania's heart! How can the red-robed mage be destroyed? In the desperate Eastern Regions, which has been hostile to the righteous forces of almost the entire world for more than four hundred years, the Faeron No. 1 Dark Mage Group. How can it be destroyed?

How can a legendary chief be banished? It's a joke, it's definitely a joke!

That's impossible!

Philo Khan waved his hand, and several wolf-like men pressed the rampaging Litania to the ground.

"Wait, a few khans. Holding it down, Oraza was still able to keep his composure: "Even if the information you get is true, Mistress Mithrila is still alive, even if she loses her rights. And think of her magic and her wealth...... "...,

“...... Oh, yes. Dakan Khan laughed twice and glared contemptuously at Litanya, who was still struggling on the ground: "Then let's wait for her to exchange her magic and wealth for the freedom of his descendants." ”

"This is kidnapping blackmail, Khans. Al-Orasa argued.

"Say whatever you want, old man like a fat pig. Dakan Khan's smile was even more sinister: "I can also choose to send him to Ser, it seems that you don't know that it was you who disappeared three years ago who destroyed the Red Robe Mage Society...... Belch...... Lord Sazastan. ”

It's over.

Al-Rasa's eyes darkened.

No wonder these steppe people have become so careless.

......

The Khan's gifted horses paced unhurriedly in the shade of the beautiful trees. Wizards were also able to enjoy the sacred land of the endless wilderness.

The rippling waters of the lake, the tranquil and wooded hills, and the occasional boulder building. The shamans on the grassland are in groups of three or five, or under the trees, or in the meadows, or beside the clear springs, meditating, discussing, or communicating with the spirits that can be seen with the naked eye.

There is a lively atmosphere in the air.

Penny was sure that he could use spells here, but at the same time, he noticed that the power here seemed to be concentrating somewhere in the middle of the forbidden land.

This discovery led him to speculate that it was possible that the source power here was controlled by a certain being.

Is it the Great Prophet?

His interest grew more and more in his heart.

One capable of predicting the end of the world. And what kind of person will the mysterious being who wants to meet him?

Or is it not human at all?

Penny laughed, after so many years of living in Ferron, he had become accustomed to defining humans, dwarves, elves, lichs, and other living creatures that could think like humans.

It doesn't matter if it's a person or not, just know that this great prophet is looking for him. That's enough.

The steed walked towards the area where the 'power' of the Holy Land was concentrated, and Penny dismounted with Fina, who stared curiously at the building in front of him.

Tall, magnificent white stone walls, Buddha is a temple, but it has collapsed.

"This temple is...... The ruins of the Imaska?"

The wizard notices a symbol above and turns his head to ask the shaman who is leading the way.

The latter did not answer, but smiled kindly, and stretched out his hand to the tall arch of the temple.

Engage in mystery......

Penny shrugged, disdainful.

As soon as he stepped into the temple gate, he felt the abundant power that he had not seen for a long time, and the soul boiling in the air, which had to make him sigh that the great prophet here was indeed powerful.

If he guessed correctly, this spiritual leader of the steppe has definitely stepped into the realm of legends.

But when he reached the end of the long corridor and faced the small door, he suddenly felt strange.

The power of the Buddha was completely dissipated here, and he stood in this position, and the Buddha was suspended in a void, which made him feel dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.

The small door opened silently, and inside was a simple stone house, surrounded by shelves full of books, and in the center of the room, a man sit.

Long hair, a short goat-like beard, and a wrinkle-free and plain-looking face, you can't tell how old you are.

This is the great prophet of the steppe people?

Just when Penny was wondering, the man smiled at him and spoke, his voice a little hoarse, with a mysterious tone:

"How does it feel to lose your power?

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Panny's ears rumbled, and he looked at the people in the hut incredulously.

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