Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 529 47 Macedonian Fortress (3)

Old Harsh finally understood why he didn't even see a group of bandits along the way.

The interior of the abandoned stone chamber has now become a bloody hell, with nearly two hundred scattered human corpses, plus dozens of horses, all piled up in this small space.

The desert is extremely dry and there are few microorganisms, so the body does not decompose very quickly.

Based on the rough judgment from the flesh and blood in Rocky Base, these bandits may have been dead for seven or eight days.

The dry hot desert wind kept blowing in from the door, causing some of the blood to form dark red dried marks on the ground.

The person who caused this massacre seemed to have calculated the foothold of this group of bandits in advance. He deliberately waited for everyone to pour into the stone room, and then used some unknown magic to almost instantly blow everyone in the room into a pool of blood. foam.

At this time, only their weapons, saddles, and hard horseshoes scattered at the corners could roughly identify their identities.

Old Harsh endured the discomfort in his abdomen and used a wooden stick to pick up a few bloody clothes floating on the thick flesh and blood. Through their clothing and weapons, he could identify four different groups of bandits in the room.

The massacre must have used some method to bring these four different forces together, and then wiped them all out cleanly.

Then the question comes

Who could be the person who would do such a fatal thing?

The first thing Old Hash eliminated was the Arab governor in Memphis.

At this time, the Arab Empire extended eastward to the Congling Mountains and the Caucasus Mountains, and westward across the Eurasian Continental Bridge, all the way to the Mediterranean Sea. With such a vast land, no noble would be willing to be sent to the barren Sahara Desert in the northern continent.

If the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, the consequences will be that the consul becomes the king of the mountain without supervision. Groups of bandits outside Memphis have been repeatedly suppressed, and 90% of the credit must be attributed to this group of inactive officials.

Each consul returned to civilized society with cartloads of gold and silver treasures when he left. Although there is no direct evidence, Old Hash guessed that a considerable part must be the black money paid by the sand bandits to the consul.

The targets of the bandits were not only the caravan merchants, but also the free people who went to the city to purchase goods.

Even though Old Harsh has been walking on this route for 40 years, he has never seen a few true believers of the ancient gods.

The combat power of a limited number of people is extremely limited. Most of the stories he told in his shop in Constantinople were false, otherwise he would not have been so embarrassed after being exposed by the maester.

The reason is still the same old reason.

This world will never treat a strong person badly.

Only in strange stories can there be powerful hermits who eat chaffy vegetables and live in the mountains.

In the real world, which of the powerful God-chosen ones doesn't wear gold and silver, live in luxurious pavilions provided by noble gentlemen, and enjoy the soft hands of maids and fine clothes and food every day?

So when Heath Brancher mentioned the underworld wedding ceremony to him, he didn't feel strange at all.

If he was a Styx priest with powerful magic power, he would definitely have to find ways to make friends with dignitaries.

No matter life or practice, these officials will make your life smoother.

Able to massacre more than 200 bandits at once, shattering them all into pieces, including men and horses. Old Hash can be sure that a strong man with such strength will definitely not linger in the center of the Black Desert.

Unless they are performing a task assigned by a big shot.

But having said that, who would show such pain and go hundreds of kilometers into the desert to find trouble with a group of bandits?

Was it done by a wild animal?

This is also impossible.

Beasts kill for one thing only: to fill their stomachs.

No wild beast would cause such a large area of ​​​​carnage and then drag all the corpses into the house without eating a bite.

Desert beasts are hungry all year round. After obtaining prey, they must swallow it with the skin and bones.

In cases of extreme hunger, even the linen clothing worn by mortals will be eaten clean.

After eliminating the answers one by one, "caravan merchants" seemed to be the only answer.

But this is the least likely thing to happen.

All merchants living in Memphis can feel the strange decrease in the number of desert free folk in recent months.

There were only a few camel caravans that entered the desert, and none of those who crossed the Liusha River came back. After August, the Hash Caravan was the only group of traders from the Western Continent that advanced from Memphis into the Black Desert.

After thinking for a long time without any clue, the thick smell of blood in the closed stone room made his scalp numb. This feeling of powerlessness originating from the depths of his soul made Old Harsh increasingly upset.

Especially since most of the blood on the ground has lost its moisture and dried into a dark brown oily skin.

With so many corpses piled up here, there are no creatures in the desert coming to look for food. Not to mention the sand fox hyenas, not even one of the pervasive desert army ants could be seen in the room.

This seems even more doubtful.

"That's all, let's do this for today!"

Since leaving the city, Old Hash has only felt that not an inch of his body is comfortable. After thinking for a long time, he decided to close the door of the stone chamber and force himself to forget the scene in front of him.

"There is no need to waste energy burying their bodies. No wild beasts have come to look for food in the past few days, so this night must be the best."

"No matter who killed this bandit, we can at least determine two things.

1. This person has disappeared.

2. He is not our enemy.

otherwise

Old Harsh did not say the second half of the sentence.

If this mysterious man wants to attack them, he can hide in the ruins of the city and wait for the Hash Horse Gang to fall asleep at night and kill them without anyone noticing.

"Your Majesty, King Xin, thank you for taking care of the believers holding flames in the wilderness. I will continue to carry out your will wholeheartedly and spread the fire of faith to the end of the world."

On the way back to the habitat, Old Hash stared at the torch in his hand and kept mumbling.

The bachelors know very well that the next time they go deep into the desert will be in what year and month, so they cherish this hard-won archaeological opportunity. Although darkness fell and they could not see their fingers in the ruins of the city, they still chose to light torches and try their best to record the legible words on the walls of the ruins.

The sudden appearance of a large number of corpses only aroused Old Hash's vigilance.

But the porters and laborers in the caravan didn't take it seriously, and even Loki thought it was no big deal.

Most of all the evil in the world stems from poverty. There may even be bloody conflicts between Vikings in different provinces of the bitterly cold Scandinavia over a few lambs.

In Hanshui Village, Jerome's daughter-in-law Katja brazenly killed the Storm Acolyte on the Holy Mountain for a few herbs.

She has no such thing as "guilt".

In her eyes, there is not much difference between living people and beasts.

If Hanshui Village's economic situation hadn't improved, she might have dragged the body back and cut it into pieces to feed the dogs.

In Loki's eyes, this pile of corpses might just be due to internal conflicts among the bandits, and all of them happened to die during the cannibalism.

As for why death is so miserable?

Frankly speaking, there are still too many mysteries in this world.

Countless foreign gods and ancient gods still exist in the corners of the world. The rise of navigation and flying technology has allowed mortals to often set foot in their secluded realms. The powers given to mortals by these gods can be described as diverse.

No matter what method he uses to kill his own kind, it is no longer strange in his eyes.