Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 539 57 Poisonous Scorpion Tribe (5)

Although the Poisonous Scorpion Tribe is small in scale, it still owns a vital trading place in the city - the market. read

Tribal villagers raise poisonous scorpions and collect scorpion venom to make magic potions that are not only loved by the Mediterranean nobles. For the free people of the Black Desert, the "magic essence" made by poison quenchers under the "Poison Master Path" is their livelihood. necessity.

There are a total of more than 20 different upgrade paths in the five major temples passed down by the pharaohs.

Among the power systems given to mortals by the ancient gods of Egypt, there is no one similar to the "Holy Bishop Priest" or "Celtic Druid" that can activate psychic energy to heal the human body.

When ancient Egyptian citizens were sick or injured, they had to rely on magic spirits made by poison masters.

The poison master will extract the venom from the poisonous animals, mix it with some dry land plants that grow naturally in the desert, as well as creatures and monsters hunted from various places, and use ancient techniques inherited from their ancestors to create hundreds of potions with different uses.

Byzantine merchants called these potions made of "scorpion venom", "snake venom" and monster essence and blood as "demon spirits".

These potions are involved in the daily work of priests in multiple temples.

For example, when the Styx priests made mummies, embalmed the corpse, extracted blood, and wrote Hades inscriptions, they all needed magic potions extracted by "poison masters".

The oracle in the Sphinx Temple needs to drink a large amount of scorpion venom in order to enter a meditative state and communicate with the gods.

Another example is that almost all of the dozen or so catalysts needed by the sun priests to make sun gems come from the hands of poison masters.

For these reasons, although the area of ​​Lante Oasis where the "Poisonous Scorpion Tribe" lives is not large, the size of the market in the oasis is not small.

Seeing the extinction of birds and animals along the way, what Old Hash was most worried about was the unknown horrific disaster happening deep in the desert.

After trekking hard all the way and entering the Lunt Oasis, they found an deserted ghost town. All the free people were dead, and the goods they worked so hard to transport were worthless.

This is the worst nightmare for any caravan trader.

When he approached the Lante Oasis and found traces of the scorpion herder, his heart immediately dropped.

As long as there are people in Lonte Oasis, the market will remain open.

And as long as he can enter the market and sell the goods in the caravan in exchange for the various scorpion poison potions in the hands of the poison masters, this journey will not be in vain.

After entering the market, although the population is still sparse, the market is still running after all.

After entering the store, Old Harsh let out a long sigh of relief.

Every business owner has a store where he regularly “stocks” goods. The house that Old Hash often visited was in a shack hidden behind the market.

The store has no plaque and is not very large.

After Old Hash's meticulous observation, he found that many free people preferred to enter this store to stock goods, so he also tried to integrate into the local area and deal with this 'poison master' who could not be called a businessman.

After opening the door curtain and entering the store, there was no one in the store. A huge wooden shelf was densely packed with all kinds of bottles and cans.

Among them, various potions with different colors emit their own light.

Old Harsh directed the brothers beside him to put down the wooden boxes in their hands. Inside the wooden box are pieces of exquisite glassware. Since becoming acquainted with the boss, 70% of the glass products in the store were transported from Constantinople by his caravan.

From the appearance, the old freeman who runs the shop is almost the same as Mohammed Harsh next to him.

The Egyptians in the northern part of the African continent are not the pure black people in southern Africa who are as black as carbon.

The Egyptians with the purest blood have a pale golden complexion. Because of this, the nobles and high priests of the kingdom were accustomed to wearing clothes inlaid with gold threads.

The old man standing in front of Loki at this time should be a quite famous figure in Lante Oasis.

The style of his clothes is like a thick armor made of metal filaments. Fifteen years ago, when Loki, Old Gore, and Emma penetrated deep into Leviathan, they were able to obtain a safe detonation distance by dismantling a piece of clothing made entirely of metal.

The shop owner is already quite old. He rolled his slightly hazy eyes and looked at Loki's pale face.

In his eye socket, there was a strange vertical pupil that looked like a snake-like creature.

"Your Majesty, don't panic.

All the magic spirits in the shop are tempered by the owner of 'Akhnaton'. Most of the spiritual energy absorbed by the poison in the wilderness is condensed on the toxins, and it devours the toxins free in the air day and night. The bodies of mortals will become somewhat different from ours. "

With the translator Old Hash beside him, Loki stepped forward and secretly asked the boss if he had seen him before.

Akhenaten blinked those strange vertical pupils, looked into his eyes, and finally shook his head slightly.

Loki was not frustrated when he didn't get any clues about his whereabouts from his boss.

There were at least 10,000 free people living in this oasis, and the vague sense of familiarity in his mind made him almost certain that he must have been here before.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Loki turned around and wanted to leave.

But before leaving, Old Harsh gently pulled him aside, put two inconspicuous medicine bottles into his hands, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

During this process, the facial expression of old Hash did not change at all.

Seeing Loki leave, he opened his arms and gave his old friend a big hug.

"Brother Hash!"

"You don't know how happy I am to see your dry face again!"

Ahnaton's voice was hoarse and had a very serious metallic texture. This also came from his constant boiling of animal poison day and night.

The toxin evaporated into the air and was then inhaled into his body through his nasal cavity and throat.

The poisoners under the Scorpion Temple relied on this method to improve the sequence level in the process of refining magic essence.

"Look at the goods behind me, and you will know that I haven't seen the caravan from Memphis for a long time! Let me think about the last time I saw a black mule, it seemed to be 8 months ago, when frost fell from the sky."

"Black mule" is a unique name for caravan merchants by free people. This name first comes from the Arabs' habit of wrapping their whole body in black robes.

On the other hand, in the eyes of free people, they are as stupid as mules and horses.

No matter how many of their kind are buried in the desert, there will inevitably be descendants who will follow in their footsteps and continue to die. It is said that this group of people came here to die one after another, just to earn more money to buy food or increase their land.

Most free people cannot understand this behavior at all.

No matter how noble the nobles are; they only eat three meals a day; they only live in a 10-foot bedroom.

If they really want these, there are uninhabited vacant lands everywhere in several oases. If they like to just cut down trees and build houses.

Why do you risk your life to do such a life-threatening thing?