Chapter 485 8.4 God Killer

Chapter 485 4 God Killer

Seeing the boss take action, the Arab bearded men sitting in groups of three or two immediately drew their sabers and surrounded him.

Seeing this, Old Hash first shouted his men away, and then let the wet red soil in his hand slowly slip from his fingertips. Loki looked at the red soil, but he had no idea when it entered his pocket.

The soil scattered on the ground was red in color, and it did not feel dry when touched lightly, as if there was still some moisture hidden in it.

As for the few black leaves mixed in the soil, the leaves were broad and thick, like succulent plants rich in water, and were not the black color formed by ordinary leaves after dehydration.

If what the old Arab man said was true, there was really no good way to explain the red soil and black leaves in his pocket.

According to the caravan members, they left Cairo and headed south. They have been walking for nearly 7 days.

They are already in the center of the desert.

And he was found by them when he was wandering in the center of the desert. When he found it, he had a small amount of moist red soil in his pocket, and even a few fresh black leaves.

Not to mention that no one would bring soil into the desert.

Even if there were madmen who were not afraid of death and brought these two things

Whether from north to south or from south to north.

When he reached the center of the desert, the leaves should have withered and the soil should have dried up.

How could it still be moist now?

Of course, Old Hash did not rule out that Loki was a "crazy among the crazy". If he carried a lot of clean water with him, it would seem that this effect could be achieved by pouring some into his pocket from time to time.

But the only item that this person walking alone on the top of the sand dune carried was a red broad axe, and he didn't even have a travel bag. When Loki fell asleep, his subordinates had turned over his pockets.

There were only these red soil and black leaves in his pockets.

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Facing the suspicious eyes of the surrounding caravans, Loki could not make any other expression except a bitter smile and shaking his head.

If possible, he also wanted to know what happened in the blank 13 years, and why he suddenly appeared in this desert with no village in front and no shop behind.

For three days, he carefully searched every inch of memory in his brain, but still found nothing.

Seeing that the group of Arab horse caravans around him were about to regard him as some kind of evil god believer, he had no choice but to tell the people around him what he already knew.

Unexpectedly, just after saying two sentences, the group of black-robed bearded men burst into laughter.

"Haha!"

"You said you are the 'God Killer' Loki?"

"13 years ago, in the city of Paris, you killed the old gods, saved millions of people, and became the 'God Eater' Loki, the king of Paris?"

"Haha!"

"Five Lords of Salary, did you hear it?! I didn't expect that we actually saved a human emperor in the desert."

The members of the horse caravan put away their sabers and turned away in laughter.

Their biggest fear in recent days is that this strange white man is an evil god believer who escaped from the "God-forsaken Land".

But judging from what he said just now, this man is at most a madman with paranoia. He knows the name of "God Killer" Loki, and can even talk about the "God Killing War" that took place in Paris 13 years ago.

The madmen in the God-Forsaken Land disdain to know any human history.

They only have the gods they believe in in their minds.

As for the red soil and black leaves in his pocket, ordinary caravan members don't care about so many trivial matters. For them, the biggest motivation to open their eyes every day is to complete this journey as soon as possible.

After getting the red goods, return to human civilization smoothly, and pay off the debt after exchanging for gold coins. If there is any surplus, go to the casino or brothel to spend it wantonly.

Owe new debts and return to the Black Desert again.

This is the whole meaning of their lives.

The crowd dispersed, only Old Hash still looked at the stone axe behind Loki with a sharp gaze.

The horsemen, laborers and thugs are short-sighted, but it does not mean that he is also a foolish man with muscles and hormones in his head. Having been in and out of the mansions of princes and nobles for many years, his knowledge is far higher than that of ordinary merchants in the world.

At a noble gathering two years ago, during the entertainment program before dinner, he heard a bard praising his achievements.

In the chapter of "The Defense of Hanshui Village", the thick red mist emanating from his body and the terrible blood axe in his hand were described in detail.

It was that battle that made him known as "Blood Axe" Loki.

Apart from him, there are not many people in the entire Western Continent who use fragile stones as weapons.

"Ahem, this lord" Old Hash's eyes rolled around and he immediately changed the tone of his speech to Loki.

"If you are really the lord you are talking about, can I ask which diplomat did you send to Constantinople after becoming the 'King of Normandy'?"

Loki concentrated on thinking.

According to the remaining memories in his mind, although Patriarch Francis survived the God-Slaying War, among all the vassals around him, the only companion who regarded "Constantinople" as an obsession and wanted to rush into the "Senate" was the Viking Queen Mehrantin.

And based on his understanding of Archbishop Francis, if he became the king of Paris, this old guy would never leave this prosperous metropolis.

After all, Parisian women are the best in the world.

So

"My brain is still confused, and many memories seem to have disappeared."

"After 13 years, if the friends in my memory still have the same ambitions as in previous years. It should be 'Mehrandin O'Sullivan' who went to Constantinople."

"But after a long 13 years, she would never condescend to be a diplomat. With her ability, she should have entered the Senate long ago."

Hash nodded lightly, his eyes became more solemn.

This question itself is a trap. Because the "Kingdom of Normandy" did not open the position of "diplomat" in Byzantium. All the official business of the kingdom was personally presided over by the female member of the Senate, 'Mehrandin O'Sullivan', who was in the limelight.

Ordinary people in the Western Continent had no chance to know which elders were sitting in the Byzantine Senate.

If it weren't for Old Hash's business throughout the city, and the opportunity to contact some upper-class nobles, even he himself would not know this secret.

And now a wanderer he brought back from the outer area of ​​the Black Desert can accurately tell this message.

Could it be that

this person is really the King of Normandy, the God Slayer Loki?