Chapter 482 8.1 AD810

Chapter 482 1 AD810

The sandstorm has been blowing continuously for 10 days.

The sky and the earth are shrouded in a fine gauze curtain, connecting the entire continent from top to bottom. Every summer in July and August, this natural phenomenon of "the sky and the earth hanging upside down" will be formed briefly in the boundless desert of the northern continent.

There is no wind in the air, but there will still be a sky of yellow sand falling vertically from the sky to the ground. The ancient Egyptians believed that they lived in a huge hourglass, and the strange phenomenon of the sky and the earth that occurred every autumn was because the sun god Horus turned his time hourglass and turned the sky into the earth.

In this way, the dead sealed in the city of the dead can return to the world.

The yellow sand fell slowly, almost burying this desolate desert village. In the silence, only a few lonely piano sounds came from an abandoned temple in the village.

The piano sound came from an Arabian huqin. The sound was fragile but melodious. The young man playing the huqin sang in the obscure Bedouin language. Even the older leader of the caravan could barely understand a small part of it.

There was nothing that could be done about it.

At this time, the Arab Empire spanned the three continents of the East, West, and North. In terms of land area alone, it had surpassed the Tang Dynasty in the East. In just a few hundred years, it occupied so much territory. Even if King Harun wanted to promote policies to unify the language, it would take a lot of time.

But it didn't seem to matter. The caravan only needed a leader who could speak. The others only needed to have hands and feet to carry goods, drive horses, and draw sabers to fight when they encountered bandits blocking the way.

They were the ones who were useful to the caravan.

Judging from the layout of the room, the scale of this Arab caravan was not small. Nearly 20 carriages were neatly placed in the center of the temple. The 50 horses chewing oatmeal cakes were on the second floor. On the periphery, there were 52 Arabs in black robes and black hats.

In the queue, only a blond, blue-eyed white man seemed out of place.

The leader of the caravan, "Mohammed Hash", took a deep puff of the pipe in his hand, blew out a smoke ring, and then handed it to the man.

"Want a puff?"

He spoke in pure Latin, which was the official language of the "Byzantine Empire". As a businessman who had been begging for food in the fingers of the Byzantine nobles for a long time, old Hash naturally needed to master it.

The white man looked at the pipe pot and finally shook his head slowly.

"Haha, it is said that Odin's people don't like tobacco. I have always had doubts about this sentence in my heart. The 'Yabuli cigarette' in the hands of the Tang people is simply the most fragrant thing in the world. Take a puff, like a wisp of mellow and hot oil sliding through the nose

It's so delicious, how could anyone not love it?!"

"After seeing you, I really believe it."

Taking another deep puff of the cigarette, the old man closed his eyes and savored the mellow and slightly spicy taste. Opening his eyes, he looked at the dark roof of the temple, trying to find memories of the past from the mottled murals.

"Mohammed Hash" is an old horse caravan in the Black Desert.

When he was 12 years old, he got into a merchant ship bound for Constantinople alone because the land in his hometown dried up continuously.

Like a tiny mouse, he survived for a month by eating apples and walnuts on the merchant ship and persisted to Constantinople.

However, when he arrived in this prosperous capital, his life did not improve at all.

He had been a cheating beggar, mowed lawns for nobles, disguised as a preaching priest, and even worked as a brothel owner for a while. However, this prosperous city was always incompatible with him. In the end, he had no choice but to join the caravan heading south into the Black Desert due to poverty.

That year, he was only 18 years old.

At first, he only saw two words: food.

Unexpectedly, he would enter this line and do it for most of his life.

There is a saying that has been circulating in the Arab business circle for a long time: "The Black Desert does not welcome old people", which means that this Jedi is so terrifying that even the most experienced caravan merchants will often get lost in the wind and sand.

However, every year, a large number of merchants still lead caravans to land from Tunisia, Cairo, or Alexandria, in order to go deep into the desert and find the last guardian of the temple.

In their hands, they have all kinds of rare treasures that are unique in the world!

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The ancient Egyptian kingdom had already perished thousands of years ago. When the last pharaoh "Flower Snake of the Nile" Cleopatra VII and her lover Mark Antony were defeated by Octavian, the 40-year-old Egyptian queen could no longer show her ability to be charming.

Ancient Egypt was completely declared extinct and became a province of the Roman Empire from then on.

From that moment on, the gods of Olympus began to replace the ancient temples of Egyptian residents.

If the last believers of the ancient gods wanted to continue to worship the "Temple of Amun", "Temple of Horus", "Temple of Anubis", "Temple of Scorpion" or "Temple of Sphinx", they had to retreat deeper into the desert to avoid the search of the Roman sheriff.

The boundless desert provided them with a natural shelter, and they lived in the center of the desert for a thousand years.

Even until 150 years ago, when the Arab cavalry took this territory from the Byzantine Empire, even with the all-pervasive Fire Spreading Gang, they still could not infiltrate and find these ancient villages.

The vast desert on both sides of the Nile River has no end at all. You can still see a few villages and cities along the river, but once you reach the black desert area where the riverbed is dry, all you can see is dark yellow sand.

No coordinates.

No direction.

After more than a hundred days of arduous trekking, it was found that there were many caravans returning to the starting point.

However, despite the extremely high annual death rate, there is still an endless stream of caravans trying to enter the black desert. Because there are still ancient temples of the ancient Egyptians in several remaining tribes deep in the black desert.

Several villages hidden in the desert have guarded their gods for generations, and several rare red goods produced by the villagers have begun to be respected by the royal relatives of Constantinople and Jerusalem.

First of all, there are various medicines produced by the "Poison Scorpion Tribe".

Whether it is the "Black Scorpion Crystal" that can kill people invisibly, or the "Poison Scorpion Bone Powder" that can treat rheumatism, back and leg pain, or the "King Scorpion Magic Potion" that can make men rejuvenate.

As long as it can be transported back to Constantinople, some dignitaries will visit late at night and beg to buy some magic potions that can relieve pain.

Of course, no noble would dislike having too many children. Who doesn't want a second spring for an old man who is dying?

This is just the first village in the Black Desert, the "Scorpion Tribe".

If you continue to move along the dry riverbed of the Nile River, the Sun Priest and the Styx Priest will appear in the Jedi deeper in the Black Desert.

It is a blessing for camel caravan merchants to meet them.

The "Tears of the Sun" in the hands of the Sun Priest is a luminous gem formed by the yellow sand crystals being infused with sunlight energy. When night falls, it is dotted in the room, and a fist-sized one can illuminate the entire hall.

The Royal Library in Constantinople is brightly lit day and night.

The library stores handwritten scrolls of various Mediterranean philosophers from the ancient Greek era, and each scroll is a unique piece. Therefore, no fire is allowed in the entire building. Scholars who read ancient books here at night rely on this kind of gem that can emit bright light.

As for the Styx sacrifice, they have more rare goods in their hands.

The magical mercury that can keep the corpse from decaying for half a year after being injected into the corpse, and the wonderful ointment that can make the skin as white as crystal when applied to the body. The resurrection insect that can give the dead body a short life and then speak the truth, and the sand of Anubis that dehydrates the corpse into a mummy and never decays.

The most terrifying thing is the water of the Styx they worship in the temple.

It is rumored that it is a terrible magic potion that can connect the Yin and Yang worlds. Obtaining the water of the Styx and soaking your feet in it can enter the underworld for a short time and listen to the motto of the dead souls of the family elders.

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