Power and Empire Chapter 107: Southern Everglades (2)

"You said I saved you?" The fat man bulged his eyes with an unbelievable look. The drunkenness of Ling Ding last night gave him a headache, and he is still confused. He only remembers drinking here last night. The rest is blank. Although Xastai is bandaged like a mummy, the two-meter rhino horn long bow behind him still makes the fat man recognize him

　　 "Are you really sure that I saved you?" The fat man asked again uncertainly, feeling that he was going crazy. He gave up a contaminated girl, but accidentally saved Xaster? This world is crazy!

　　 "That's right! You saved Xsaster"

　　 There were a few shirtless longbowmen beside 　　 Kezastai, and one of them nodded to the fat man. Although it didn’t have the sharp feeling of Keszastai, it could be seen from his calm body posture. , This is a master of arrows

　　 "In order to express our gratitude to the thorn tile swamp, Elder Tofila personally expresses his gratitude to you!"

　　 "Thorn tile swamp!" The fat man whispered in surprise,

　　 Thornwa Swamp is located in the Tebanda region, the most southwestern corner of the entire continent. It is a deserted swamp area that stretches for thousands of miles. It is inaccessible, beasts, wolves, and invisible monsters, except for the legendary southern barbarians. No one can live out of it. In the legend of the entire continent, there is the edge of the world and the region cursed by gods. Of course, these words are all nonsense to the materialist, the fat man, and the fat man is more willing to believe it. It is the swamp and the rolling snow-capped mountains that isolate the other world.

　　 "You are really from the thorn tile swamp, what on earth is on the other side of the swamp?" The fat man asked anxiously. This made the leading barbarian archer startled, his face looked strangely at the fat man, and his mouth opened. Zhang, but did not speak, and finally made up his mind to say, "There is nothing in the thorn tile swamp, I don't know what you are talking about!"

　　 "How is it possible!" The fat man was unbelieving, and he was ready to continue to ask questions. If he could open up the business route between the two continents, it would not be of ordinary significance.

　　At this time, a simple carriage stopped outside the tavern, and an old man in a long robe walked down from above. Unlike the longbowmen on the upper body of these tattoos, the old man’s tattoo was carved on his face, like Draw a series of annual rings on the face, looking terrifying and depressed, tall and thin, with a pair of piercing eyes in the skull-like eye sockets, and a string of unknown animals hanging around the neck White sawtooth, holding a scepter inlaid with emeralds, alive a witch doctor in World of Warcraft

　　"Honorable guest, I heard that you saved our hero Xastay." Seeing the arrival of the old man, Xastay and the barbarian longbowmen, immediately bow their heads respectfully and retreat to both sides." You are our entire thornware clan Benefactor, is there anything we can help?"

　　 "I want to know what is on the other side of the thorn tile swamp?" The fat man asked impolitely, blinked, and looked at the old man innocently. "Don't tell me that there is nothing, I know. There must be something over there, because the coastline does not pass through anywhere, there must be a piece of land there."

　　"Why would you want to ask this?" The old man looked at the fat man in surprise, his face with colorful tattoos was green and purple. The secret of the swamp has always been an unspoken secret of the thornwa tribe, no Those who enter the Presbyterian Church will not know the truth, but in Zhiwa Cheze, there is a fat man who concluded that the other end of the swamp is the mainland. How can this not shock Tofila

　　 "Honorable guest, I can't answer this question!" The old man shook his head regretfully. To explore new areas, but for more than two hundred years, no one can come back alive. In the depths of the endless swamp, even the wolves will lose their way, and the goshawk will fall from the sky, swallowed by countless invisible quagmire. With the life of a traverser, if you really want to know the secrets of the swamp, you should not ask us, you should ask the Kujites in the north!"

　　 "Kujit?" The fat man looked at the old man in doubt, but from the old man's sincere face, it seemed like he was telling lies, the old man nodded

　　"It is said that the ancestors of the northern Kujites came from the other end of the swamp. In the long dictated poems passed down by our tribe, there are indeed records of fighting against the Kujits. The demon on horseback came from the swamp. The rain of arrows that covered the sky made the spurs sad!! It was to deal with these riding demons, the spurs specially cultivated longbowmen who can restrain them."

　　"His" Fatty took a breath of air. Obviously, the long poems of the thornwa tribe described the brutal war with the Kujites. From the swamps of the southwest to the grasslands of the north, the ancestors of the Kujites took the entire continent It's a match! That kind of intrepidity made the fat man fascinated. Seeing the look of the fat man, Elder Tofila thought that the fat man didn’t believe it, and continued

　　"This time we sent Xalister to participate in the Zhivacheze competition. It is because the environment of the swamp is becoming more and more dangerous. The black dust blown from somewhere has caused our livestock to die in large numbers.

　　In the cold last winter, thousands of people of our thornwa tribe died of freezing and starvation. If this continues, our whole tribe will soon perish.

　　If Kesaster can win the competition, the lord of the Shiva Cheze will reward him with a territory, so that we can have a shelter for the Assassins! So you saved Xastai, you are the great benefactor of our entire thornwa tribe! "

　　"Do you want the whole family to migrate?" The fat man became interested. In the Flundi area he just occupied, there are large lush forests and swamps. Because of the mountain beasts, the geographical conditions are not suitable for farming, almost There are no farmers willing to stay on these lands. Fatty is preparing to mobilize the mountain hunters of Crolisart to open up wasteland on that land,

　　 But the fat man has changed his mind now. Isn't the thornware tribe the best choice? In the dense forests and swamps, the ghostly longbowmen of the thornware tribe will become a nightmare for any enemy.

　　"Go to Florentine County" The fat man undid his commanding knife with an eager look. "Take this knife and go to Florente County to find the local Crolits banner leader. He will take the entire The northern mountains of Flundi will be given to you!"

　　"Are you?" Elder Tofila opened his eyes, and the man in front of him was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked fat, but he couldn't connect with those big people. At least in Zhwa Chaze, a distinguished nobleman, But he won't get drunk in a roadside tavern.

　　"Hehe" The fat man stood up embarrassedly and straightened his messy clothes. "I am the Marquis Dustan of Samor, the commander of the southern legion of the kingdom!"

　　 "his" a sound of inhalation~IndoMTL.com~Even the old and prudent Elder Tofila looked at the fat man in horror, "Are you Fat Samoy?"

　　 "Puff" a light cavalry behind Fatty spouted wine from his mouth. Although everyone knows the name of the legion commander, he dared to say it in person, but there are really few

　　 "Then what, let it be!" The fat man was speechless to this upright Elder Tofila, nodded helplessly,

　　 He didn’t know that in the hearts of the barbarians in these remote areas, Fat Samor was a well-meaning name, representing bravery and fearlessness, justice and fairness. This is all the credit of the merchants who trade with the barbarians. In their stories, The brave and fearless Fat Samor protects all people in the entire South. It is he who saves the South from the Kujit massacre, it is he who allows businessmen to do business safely, it is he who prevents the barbarians from being discriminated against, and it is he who allows the peasants to have it. Own land can be cultivated

　　The words of the merchants are always the most vivid. They exaggerated the fat man from the battle of the Falcon Territory to the complete annihilation of the Kujit left guard cavalry. They all exaggerated several times, even dozens of times, and hacked to death with a war knife. Eight hundred rebels, a spear pierced through the chests of thirty knights. In the hearts of the barbarians whose news was blocked, the figure of Fat Samor was as high as the Mora Snow Mountain behind him, and as deep as the Hakusai Grand Canyon.

　　 Now the legendary god-man is standing in front of him, and Elder Tofila feels that he is about to collapse. This demented face, a fat man with an ardent face, looks like a grocery store owner who is peddling merchandise. Is it Fat Satsuma?

　　 "Mother of the earth, this world is crazy!"

　　 "It's them, they wounded Master Nissa!" A stern cry broke the embarrassment between the two. A mercenary who was injured last night carried a group of Japanese wagons. The soldier pointed at the light cavalry behind Fatty and shouted