Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 487 6 Let’s go!

Although he knew that moving along the riverbed would face many risks, when Old Harsh summoned all his men and voted by a show of hands, Loki was surprised to find that almost everyone agreed to move toward the riverbed.

"Into the dry river bed, arriving in Memphis on time."

This is undoubtedly a desperate act, but if you think about it from the perspective of these bearded Arabs, it all seems reasonable.

As Harsh said, no serious worker with a clean net worth and loyalty to his family would choose to go into the Black Desert to hunt for gold.

Every caravan member who chooses to follow Harsh has some secrets of his own.

Some are deeply in debt, some are addicted to drugs, and some simply have wives and children at home.

Others were born in the military. They spend their lives riding horses and slashing in the army. When they get old and have to retire, they can't do other jobs. They can only follow Lao Hashi and continue to do this business of licking blood.

When Harsh called all the members of the caravan together and asked his subordinates for their opinions. This group of bearded people, who were originally peaceful, immediately began to break out into a not-so-small conflict.

Harsh's team mainly consists of two people.

One part is the grooms, servants, and porters who are responsible for driving horses, carrying goods, exploring roads, cooking, and performing all chores.

Although the technical content of their work is not high, the advantage lies in their large numbers.

This group of people are generally desperadoes or gang members who cannot survive in Constantinople. Most of them are strong, know how to use three-legged cat-handle moves, spend money lavishly and don't mind that they may die at any time.

Only people with this kind of background are willing to follow Hash into the Black Desert to gamble their lives.

Another part of the caravan is soldiers who have retired from the army. There are about 16 people in Hash's team. Although they still need to work on weekdays, once they encounter pirates or bandits, or ferocious beasts blocking the road, it's time for them to come in handy.

These 16 people often gather together to act. The leader is named "Abdullah Sah", a chosen one on the Fire Knight path. It is said that he has made many contributions on the northern battlefield against the "Bulgar Khanate".

What surprised Loki was that the ones who agreed to move forward despite the sandstorm turned out to be your gangsters who were responsible for physical labor. The Arab veterans who had been on the battlefield and had fought against the sword cultivators of the Tang Dynasty were actually more stable. One faction.

"Entering the Nile River bed in this kind of weather is no different than seeking death. Everyone needs to understand one thing. The inaccessible wilderness has always been the home of ancient monsters!"

"We hid in the sandstorm for 7 days, and the ancient monsters were also hungry for 7 days!

Putting aside whether we can meet other caravans, even if we meet a hungry sand snake, I can't guarantee anyone's safety!

Do you understand what I mean? "

The handymen looked at each other in confusion, and everyone looked puzzled.

Seeing their stupid expressions, Loki stood up and patted his butt gently.

"If the leader dies, no one knows the route and everyone dies."

"If they die, no one will protect you, and if you meet a group of thieves, everyone will die."

"If you noisy idiots die, there will be no one to drive the carriages and goods. They may be able to live, but losing such a huge sum of money and getting nothing, it is not much different from death."

Loki stroked the tightly bundled Eastern Continent silk on the carriage and discovered that there were no less than 20 pieces of various fabrics piled up in just one carriage.

This trip cost Old Hash more than he imagined!

"Ganna!"

The leader of the porters, Ma Feng, did not like the feeling of being treated as a fool, so he uttered a curse word on the spot. All swear words around the world are inseparable from an organ in the human body that never sees sunlight all year round, and Arabic is no exception.

The few younger brothers who followed Ma Feng, as well as himself, joined the caravan because they were heavily in debt and had no other choice.

All their hopes were pinned on this journey, and they simply could not bear the consequences of returning to their hometown empty-handed. The fire gangs spread throughout the Arab Empire make all their whereabouts undetectable.

Going back is a dead end for most of them.

Not only will they die, but their wives, children, and children will also be implicated by their creditors.

Ma Feng turned around and looked at Loki with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"This white-skinned gentleman, I heard that you are some great big shot?"

"We brothers worked hard to rescue you from the desert and gave you water, food, and a change of clothes. This is a life-saving kindness."

"Now that our team is in trouble, do you, the noble master, have to consider using some of your family property to help us tide over the difficulties?"

"Yes! Every one of our brothers is your savior! If we cancel this formation, you give each of us a thousand dinar gold coins. This is not too much to ask!"

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Loki laughed dryly and gently put down the kettle in his hand.

"You can take what I want to give you."

"But I don't want to give it, you can't steal it."

After saying two sentences, he stood up high and walked to Ma Feng. Ma Feng is a typical Central Asian man. His brown skin is extremely oily. If you just get close to him, you can smell the faint sour smell that belongs to the lower class citizens.

This is the result of doing manual labor for many years without developing any hygiene habits.

Ma Feng's eyes still flashed with a fierce light.

As an idle man who has been among the lower classes of Constantinople for a long time, all the nobles Ma Feng has met are the rich second generation and low-level wealthy businessmen living in Constantinople.

In his mind, he still had a stereotyped impression of nobles, thinking that they were all fat worms who had to rely on servants to get out of bed every day.

It's a pity that Loki is not the same type of lord as them at all.

Simply standing in front of Ma Feng, the cold murderous intent he exuded made his knees weak.

"Greasy young man, I hope you know that my greatest 'gratefulness' to you is that I didn't pick up a big ax and chop you into pieces at this moment."

Turning his head, he looked at Sah, who had already put his palm on the handle of the knife, and at the caravan leader Mohammed Harsh.

"Having said that, what this little brother said is somewhat reasonable. No matter what, you all saved my life."

"I propose that we set off as normal tonight. Just let me be a Varyag guard, and I will ensure that all of you and all the goods you carry are delivered to Memphis on time."

After speaking, Loki drew out the blood ax from his back.

The 13-year memory that had temporarily disappeared from his brain made him unclear why there was an extra chain behind his blood ax at this time, but when he held the ax handle tightly with both hands, the fighting instinct like a tide immediately emerged clearly.

Throwing the blood ax hard, the broad ax blade hooked the abandoned stone statue of the temple, and he pulled hard.

The heavy marble head immediately shattered from its body, revealing a black sand snake lurking behind the stone statue. The crimson blood ax floated out again following the iron chain, and before the sand snake could escape, it chopped off its huge snake head with a diameter of more than 1 meter.