Chapter 43: Different wine

As Gander said, the convoy, as the camp gate of the market, encountered tax collectors. Of course, northerners do not call this "tax collection" but "entry fee", but in fact, that's the case. While Gander was bargaining with the other party, Ashu Rufate took a break and carefully looked at the construction level of the entire camp.

When a small tribe like Asovin sets up a camp, it can only be simple and concise, which cannot reflect the true architectural level of the Chaos believers, but this camp is indeed built at a certain level.

It must be said that although the people of the Central Seven Kingdoms all hold the view of "barbarians" towards the northerners, their construction technology actually seems to be good. The biggest disadvantage of this camp is that it is built with soil rather than stone, but this may be just because of the lack of materials and not the construction technology. The earth walls of the camp look inconspicuous, but the technology of building soil into walls is high enough and the soil is rammed very solid, so the height of the exterior wall of the camp is not inferior to those of the small towns in the south. From the construction technology of this camp, it can be seen that if the Chaos believers are willing, they can even build a earth city.

Ashrufat did not see the main camp of the Speechless Panic Tribe, but he could guess that the defense of that camp must be stronger and difficult to attack. If someone wants to attack this tribe, either he must have an absolute advantage in the military force and pay enough casualties to break through the wall, or he must find a way to attract the troops in the tribe to the outside and eliminate it. If the Speechless Panic Tribe can adhere to the "Turtle Flow" strategy, it is not impossible for them to survive this round of crisis.

When Asowen noticed the crisis, he chose to migrate, but the tribe was speechlessly panicked and refused to leave when he noticed the crisis. It is estimated that one of the tribe's fortifications was the tribe's fortifications.

At this time, Gande had already finished bargaining. Having said that, although it was bargaining, the style of the northerners was very different from that of the southerners and did not know how to be petty. If Ajin came here, he would probably make a fortune by relying solely on his negotiation ability - the premise was that he had to have enough force to protect himself.

The whole market was also very lively. Ash Rufate looked around roughly and saw that at least seven or eight tribes traded here. There were not many goods used to trade between tribes. The main ones were metal (most of them were chaotic armor that became trophy, and as finished products, there were all types), jewelry, fur, slaves, dry food, livestock (mostly horses), fabrics, etc. In addition, the people of the Speechless Panic Tribe also sold their own specialties here, mainly two, one of which was naturally salt, and the other was honey wine that Ash Rufate had never seen before. This wine showed a strong red color, called drunk blood.

"What, Ashu Rufat, you haven't seen it?"

"The last time I came..." Ash Rufate replied. "I was not brought here, but a small camp where I changed my salt. I don't know why."

"It's probably the power of the witches." Gander said. "Although you are a small team, with a witch... they dare not charge you any fees."

The items they brought were quite popular. In a short while, someone came to the door, intending to exchange horses and slaves for their spoils, that is, those Chaos Armor that turned into parts.

As mentioned earlier, the Chaos believers did not have the habit of bargaining and stinging, and the two sides quickly reached an agreement. Everything in one of the four cars was taken away by the other party in exchange for four slaves - these four were craftsmen, which were very valuable to the tribe - and twenty horses. Eight of these twenty horses were war horses. Both parties were very satisfied with the deal. The other party dealt with the unsold goods (they left the market after the transaction was over), and Flint was also worth the money.

Then, Flint suggested that Gander exchanged all the items on the other carriage for salt—a total of ten bags of salt. It was only half of the last transaction. But considering that the tribe itself had relatively abundant salt, so that was enough.

Next, in this market, in addition to this large-scale trade, there is also private trade. For example, if you see someone else's jewelry like, you can take the initiative to buy it. This is a very reckless behavior for southerners, but it is a very common thing in chaos.

It should be noted in particular that the soldiers of the Speechless Panic Tribe formed several patrol teams and patrolled around the camp.

After the two main deals were completed, Ashu Rufat immediately left the team and looked for his own goal in the camp. After spending a little time, he finally found a suitable goal: the stall for sale of drunken blood.

This is a large tent in the center of the camp, almost ten steps away from the altar in the center of the camp (of course, this is Tsengchi's altar), and there are about twenty barrels of wine filled with wine. In addition to wholesale, the stall is not against retail, because one of the barrels is opened and the wine is smelly. There are several large cups on the lid of the barrel - the wooden one.

The person selling the wine was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair, tall and strong body, and a heavy-duty nail hammer was placed not far away. It was obvious that the owner knew very well what he was doing.

Ashu Rufat saw someone coming to ask for a few questions, then took off the gold ring on his hand (it looked like a gold ring) and received a big cup of drunken blood.

Ashu Rufate also walked up. After seeing Ashu Rufate, the strong man selling wine said a few words in some dialect, but after finding out that Ashu Rufate couldn't understand, he changed to a common language.

"Do you want a drink?" He looked at Ashu Rufate and took the initiative to ask for help.

"What is this?" Ashu Rufate asked casually.

"Drunk blood." The strong man replied. "It's very tasty. It's a special product... a unique thing." Although this person is also a barbarian, business is business after all, and business people always have something in common, such as bragging about themselves.

Speaking of which, Ashu Rufate has seen many wines - although he drinks any wine like drinking water, it does not affect his drinking on certain occasions - there are all kinds of honey wine, and he doesn't need to mention honey wine. This wine, called "Wine Blood", is a kind of honey wine from a distance. It comes from a natural arrogance in the civilized world, and he naturally doesn't care much about this wine brewed by the barbarians. If there is something worth noting about this wine, from the situation I just watched, this kind of wine is more powerful.

Well, this doesn't mean anything to Ashu Rufate. Whether it's light wine or strong wine, it may be different in his nose, but it tastes the same as water in his mouth.

Ashu Rufate took out a gold orley from his pocket - as mentioned earlier, gold and silver are still hard currency even in the Chaos Tribe. However, the value of gold coins is no longer the value on paper, but only its own value.

The strong man put away the gold coins and immediately poured a cup of drunken blood for Ashrufate.

"I want to find out some news." Ashu Rufate held the wine glass but did not drink it. He had decided to ask questions directly, because based on recent observations, he realized that the Chaos Tribe lacked the tradition of talking around the bush.

The strong man nodded and agreed.

"I want to know the whereabouts of Lord Blood Tooth." Ash Rufat said. He had thought about this matter carefully. Lord Blood Tooth was carrying a large group of subordinates after all, so if he passed through this area, his whereabouts could not be concealed. The surrounding large tribes should know his situation.

Calculated by time, the Blood Tooth Lord passed by this area at most half a year ago, and those with a little memory would not forget things so quickly.

"Lord of Blood Tooth? He walked towards the north." The strong man answered. Ashu Rufate's question was easy to answer, so he answered very simply.

"north?"

"Well, all the way north. He blackmailed a lot of food and grass from our tribe... mainly animals. This shows that he should be planning to take a long journey."

"Has I blackmailed a lot of food?" Ashu Rufate was a little strange. "Did you give it to him?" When did the Chaos Tribe become so easy to talk to? He thought the Blood-Tooth Lord had relied on plunder and obtained logistics supplies all the way.

"Are you from the south?" the strong man asked.

"Yes." Ashu Rufate did not intend to hide this.

"You probably don't understand. He has hundreds of God-Selected Warriors and more than ten Chaos Champions... This level of force is not something that we... cannot be dealt with by any tribe around here." The strong man did not further investigate the origin of Ash Rufate, but instead answered the previous question.

"Ah..." Ash Rufate finally woke up. That fierce battle was like a screening. Almost all Chaos warriors who could escape from the siege were elites. So although the number of subordinates of the Lord of Blood Tooth was not large (there were only a thousand troops that night, and they suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle with the Queen's guards), their combat power was very strong.

Judging from the situation of the Chaos Tribe in the nearby area that Ash Rufat learned, if the Lord of Blood Tooth had the intention, he might be able to unify (or destroy) all the Chaos Tribes in this area with his troops. Not to mention that it is impossible, if Lord of Blood Tooth first attacks the small tribe and then the large tribe,

"Why did he go to the north?" Ashu Rufate asked another question.

This time, the strong man looked at his face and stared for several seconds before answering. "I don't know."

This answer did not satisfy Ash Rufate, but he also realized that the information that such a gold-Ori could get was at this level. If he wanted to know more insider information, he had to find another partner.

When he was thinking this way, he raised his cup and drank the drink inside clean. Because he was thinking about his worries, it was not until he swallowed his last mouthful of blood that he realized that things were a bit abnormal.

This wine... is hot?

A memory fragment in his mind told him that strong wine should be hot.

He put down his cup, and a pressure suddenly surged up in his abdomen, making him burp involuntarily. What's going on? Ash Rufate even forgot about the Blood Tooth Lord for a moment. His body... this wine...

He licked the edge of the glass with his tongue—like what alcoholics often do—and then realized that the wine was indeed... not quite the same as other wines. He felt an indescribable heat in his abdomen, as if what he had just drunk was not a glass of wine, but a ball of fire.
Chapter completed!