Scales of Eternal Order

The little boys came to watch the beheading early.

Chi Sun gradually fades into the distant horizon. This is the time when the Sashan tribe usually chooses to execute their punishment. As the people of the desert, out of awe of the sky high above the blazing sun, the Sashan people seldom want blood to stain the sandy ground under the sun, unless they are fighting.

The male child in groups of three or four gave up dinner and sneaked out of the tent. Most of them were barefoot and stepped on the sand quietly without making any noise. It’s like every ocelot.

The little desert elf boys of this age will snort disdainfully for everything that their elders cherish. They despise and mock all beautiful things. They saw a cripple who had broken his feet in the war would sneer haha ​​from afar; if they saw a wounded animal, they would stone it to death and take it home for dinner. They will boasting for their injuries, proud of their scars, and maintain a special respect for the disability: a boy without a little finger can become their leader. They love violence: when passing through the homes of the great warrior among the tribes, they always look at the skulls pierced on the pointed pillars with worshipful eyes.

As for the execution of the lord’s first sentence ordered by the chief, they would never miss the opportunity to feast their eyes.

It’s just that unlike the eager desert elf kid, Epicurus, as the tortured person, can be said to be living like years.

The big businessmen who believe that “war will always affect trade, except for weapons transactions”, absolutely never thought that their trading partners would choose to pay with swords when they were unable to pay their debts.

The day before yesterday, this discerning businessman carried carefully selected goods to sell to old customers. As a discount to regular customers, he didn’t even charge for the cost of providing important information to him before.

But whoever thinks of that desert elf chief, apart from the money bag emptied by the tribal war that lasted for two years, his personal integrity has also suffered a huge deficit.

There is no trial, no inquiry. Just saying “the greedy merchant who insulted the great Sashan tribe will be severely punished”, let Epicurus, a merchant who came with enough sincerity, to be imprisoned, and he will be hanged the next day.

Not only did he deprive the merchant of the opportunity to complain, he could not even say a word of curse-under the command of Chief Sashan, the merchant and his servants were all put on to restrain the animals. The bit used.

As the royal court of Sashan, this oasis is like a huge emerald lying in the center of the desert; a lake with a radius of a few miles is like a sapphire inlaid on the emerald, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun Shining brilliance underneath. The tents of the tribesmen of the Sashan tribe are set up all around the lake with lush water and grass, hidden among small palm trees.

When the “caravan” of the young blue dragon traveled for nearly two days and one night and needed to find a place for the sand rhinoceros to rest for one night. Over a small sand dune, this oasis appeared in front of everyone.

Just as they saw the oasis at a glance, some people also saw this caravan over the sand dunes at a glance. The Sashan post, which was stationed near the oasis, immediately surrounded the team after the team appeared.

Ques knew that his trick of disguising himself as a caravan couldn’t be hidden from a discerning person. There are no ordinary pack animals such as camels and horses in the caravan; the all-and-expensive sand rhinos are only used as mounts and do not carry a lot of goods. There are also many shortcomings in the dressing of everyone as businessmen. Except for Jensen, no one wears the white linen shirts often worn by desert merchants-ogre and steampunk half Lich can’t wear it because of their size. Blatch the Elf disdains Dressed as a merchant, the young Blue Dragon simply didn’t bother to change clothes.

In addition, all kinds of sophisticated weapons and equipment have been slammed in conspicuous places, making people more like bandits than businessmen.

These are suspicious enough, but they are equally daunting.

Sashan tribe’s outposts rode a mount called “Moa”, an omnivorous bipedal terrestrial bird that lives in the desert because of its bifurcation. With broad feet, walking on the sand will not sink and the pace is fast.

Only a moment’s effort, Sashan’s outpost came to the caravan, and saw the slightly weird but obviously uncomfortable people. The leader of the group of Sashan warrior gestured a hidden behind. Gestures, he asked a few people in the team to leave first and call more people over, and then he asked.

There is a big difference between the language of the desert elves and the lingua franca of this World. Ques, who is too lazy to use artful words, simply asks Blatche in the team to negotiate.

The young blue dragon looked at the dozen moa Knights hiding the caravan in the center. He found that the weapons used by these desert elves were quite primordial. Not only the clusters of bows and arrows and the tip of lance, but the scimitars in Knight’s hands are polished with flint.

This is actually a normal state. Except for the human city-states of the Medichi Empire, which have the ability to smelt iron and forge steel, the tribes in the desert rarely see steel-based weapons.

Usually only those who are extremely distinguished or warriors who are particularly brave and good at fighting are eligible for an iron machete. Like the ogre three brothers that Ques encountered in the first time, there are very few people who are equipped with a well-equipped suit.

As a desert elf, Blatche naturally communicates with those Sashan outposts. Under its careful cover, the other party did not notice the accent of the Sashan tribe’s archenemy, the Salem tribe, in the words of the same race.

I know very well that I and the others simply are not like the “tongue pullers” of the caravan, and didn’t bother to explain this problem.

In fact, he has repeatedly emphasized that this team is not a businessman, but a highly honorable hired warrior group that relies on real skills to feed on-this is a common job for wandering warriors in the desert. It’s just that under special circumstances, I occasionally appear as some of the sand bandits that’s all. The desert elves are not exclusive to the warrior group, and some small tribes themselves are also engaged in this kind of work.

The leader of Youshao who got a reasonable explanation agrees with the identity of Ques and the others. Of course, there is also the credit for Blatche’s vaguely handing over a small bag of broken silver. After the alert was lifted, the outpost team dispersed one after another, leaving only two riders including the captain “escorting” the team to the oasis.

Blatch told him that after replenishing water and buying food, he and the others would bypass the central lake and go to the other side of the oasis to camp and rest for one night, and then set off immediately Leave to ensure that there will be no trouble.

In order to show his sincerity, he once again gave the captain of the tour post a small bag of broken silver as a reward for serving as a shopping guide for the team.

With money to open the way, the six sand rhinoceros carried everyone smoothly to the oasis where the Sashan Palace is located.

At this time, the blazing sun on the horizon almost completely disappeared. The prisoners who were decompressed from the confinement fence were pushed towards the periphery of the oasis by the warriors. If they resisted, they would welcome a knife. A severe beating of the sheath.

A dozen vultures that are already familiar with this place are already hovering in the sky, waiting for the opportunity to land to taste the dinner gifted by death.

Different from flying in the sky, the sand hyenas who were also attracted by the “dinner” and turned up without being invited due to consideration of the presence of noble people and children who might come to join in the fun, were warrior Our merciless expulsion.

Riding a black six-legged steed, the chief of the Sashan tribe came here from the golden tent with his warrior. This desert elf nobleman cherishes this opportunity to appear in front of the people. He is still over seventy years old and sits on horseback with his waist straight.

The well-kept ash-gray beard sets off his wisdom, and his majesty is set off by the tall and solemn guard warrior.

But what makes him most satisfied is the ancestral armor with stains of rust on his body-but as long as a military expert like ogre Nalu walks up and looks at it, he can find the rust The trace is actually a waxy texture that takes a long time to render.

“Put on this armor, the future King of Sashan.” These are the words of his grandfather teasing him, but now in retrospect, the desert elf chief has an endless aftertaste: “Seeing this, I am so poor It looks like the people will love me, and this is my banner.”

Of course, if you want to be a qualified king, it is not enough to be loved by the people. Awe is also not a ruler. Lack of helpers. At this time, he who came to execute the torture himself was here to reap the awe-by cutting off the heads of others.

This kind of harvesting method is simple and efficient. It only takes one sentence and someone will do it for him, but this is only for Chief Sashan himself.

For Epicurus, who is bound to death and kneeling on the hard gravel, this method is very difficult. After all, no one is willing to use his head to marry others. clothes. But he was restrained by others and was given a bite. This big businessman couldn’t even say a complete word, let alone raise his own objections.

In fact, this is indeed the chief Sashan who has been worrying too much. At this time, the big businessman has no courage to curse his injustice. If Epicurus is asked to speak, his first sentence must be a compliment to Chief Sashan, and then he will immediately ask for a donation agreement in which he will dedicate all his assets to the great desert of Sashan The elven tribe is used to fight against the cruel and cruel Salem invaders.

“Sashan’s elves, what should we do in the face of other people’s insults?” The phonographer who served on the side made the King of Sashan’s voice a hundred times louder, clearly and unmistakably reaching every stop In the ears of the onlookers.

“Respond with a scimitar!”,”Let them apologize with blood!”…The voices came together one after another.

Chief Sashan, who was riding on the horse, continued to ask: “Is this action just?” “Extreme justice!” The desert elves on the scene raised their voices in unison.

Throwing away from the saddle, turning over and dismounting, the elderly elf showed his still vigorous skill. He took two steps, grabbed the scimitar from the warrior who was about to execute the execution, and raised his head high: “Let the chief of the Sashan tribe, the nemesis of the sand lizardmen, the Salem killer, your king, I personally ask for an apology for you. Good?”

“Excellent!” “Wonderful!” “Extremely correct!”……

“I borrow your head for a use, my old friend.”

The elderly elf chief held a machete, approached Epicurus who was kneeling on the gravel, and spoke softly with a voice that only two of them could hear.