Chapter 487 8.6 Let’s Go!

Chapter 487 6 Let's go!

Although it was clear that there would be many risks in moving along the riverbed, when Old Hash gathered all his subordinates and voted by raising their hands, Loki was surprised to find that almost everyone agreed to move towards the riverbed.

"Enter the dry riverbed and arrive at Memphis on time."

This is undoubtedly a life-threatening behavior, but if you think from the perspective of these bearded Arabs, it all seems to be reasonable.

As Hash said, no honest worker with a clean background and loyal to his family would choose to go to the Black Desert to pan for gold.

Every member of the caravan who chose to follow Hash has some secrets of their own.

Some are in huge debt, some are addicted to drugs, and some are simply because they have many wives and children at home.

Others are from the military. They have been riding and killing in the army for a lifetime. When they are old and have to retire, they can't do other jobs and can only follow Old Hash to continue doing this bloody business.

When Hash gathered all the members of the caravan together and asked his subordinates for their opinions. This group of bearded men who had been living in peace with each other immediately started a round of conflict that was not small.

Hash's team mainly consists of two parts.

One part is the grooms, maids, and porters who are responsible for driving horses, carrying goods, exploring roads, cooking and performing all chores.

Although their work is not technically demanding, they have a large number of people.

This group of people are generally desperate criminals or gang members who can't make it in "Constantinople". Most of them are strong and have a few tricks. They spend money lavishly and don't mind dying at any time.

Only people with this background are willing to follow Hash into the Black Desert to gamble their lives.

The other part of the caravan is the retired soldiers. Hash's team has about 16 people. Although they also need to work on weekdays, once they encounter pirates or bandits, or ferocious beasts blocking the road, it's time for them to come in handy.

These 16 people often gather together to act. The leader was named "Abdullah Sah", a chosen one of the Fire Knights. It is said that he had made many contributions in the northern battlefield against the "Bulgar Khanate".

What surprised Loki was that it was your group of hooligans who were responsible for physical labor who agreed to continue to move forward in the sandstorm, while the Arab veterans who had fought with the Tang Dynasty swordsmen on the battlefield were more stable.

"Entering the riverbed of the Nile in this weather is no different from seeking death. Everyone should understand one thing: all uninhabited wilderness has always been the territory of ancient monsters!"

"We hid in the sandstorm for 7 days, and the ancient monsters were also hungry for 7 days!

Let's not talk about whether we can meet other caravans. Even if we meet a hungry sand snake, I can't guarantee anyone's safety!

Do you understand what I mean?"

The handymen looked at each other in confusion, and everyone showed a puzzled look.

Seeing their stupid expressions, Loki, who was watching from the side, stood up and patted his butt gently.

"If the leader dies, no one knows the route, and everyone will die."

"If they die, no one will protect you, and if you run into a group of thieves, everyone will die."

"If you guys, the noisy idiots, die, no one will drive the carriage and the goods. They may survive, but losing such a huge sum of money and getting nothing is no different from dying."

Loki stroked the tightly tied Donglu silk on the carriage and found that there were no less than 20 pieces of various fabrics piled up in a single carriage.

The cost of this trip for Old Hash was more than he thought!

"Ganna!"

Ma Feng, the leader of the porters, did not like the feeling of being treated as a fool, and burst out a swear word on the spot. All the swear words in the world are inseparable from a certain organ in the human body that never sees the sun all year round, and Arabic is no exception.

The few brothers following Ma Feng, along with himself, were all in huge debt and had nowhere else to go before joining the caravan.

All their hopes were pinned on this journey, and they simply could not afford to return home empty-handed. The Fire-Breaking Gang members spread all over the Arab Empire would make all their whereabouts untraceable.

Going back would be a dead end for most of them.

Not only would they die, but their wives, children, and daughters would also be implicated by their creditors.

Ma Feng turned around and looked at Loki with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"This white man, I heard that you are some great man?"

"We brothers worked hard to rescue you from the desert and gave you clean water, food, and clean clothes. This is a life-saving grace."

"Now our team is in trouble. You, the honorable master, should consider taking out some of your property to help us through the difficulties?"

"Yes! Every one of our brothers is your life-saver! If we cancel this formation, you will give each of us present a thousand dinar gold coins. This request is not too much!"

Haha

Loki laughed dryly and gently put down the kettle in his hand.

"You can take what I want to give you."

"But I don't want to give it to you, and you can't rob it."

After saying these two sentences, he stood up and walked in front of Mafeng. Mafeng is a typical Central Asian man. His brown skin is extremely greasy. Just by approaching him, you can smell the faint sour smell of the lower-class citizens.

This is the consequence of doing physical labor for many years without developing any hygienic habits.

Mafeng's eyes still flashed with murderous light.

As an idler who has been in the lower class of Constantinople for a long time, all the nobles that Mafeng has seen are the second generation of rich people and the lower-class wealthy businessmen living in Constantinople.

In his mind, he still has a stereotyped impression of the nobles, thinking that they are all some fat-headed and bloated termites who need to rely on servants to serve them every day to get up.

It's a pity that Loki is not the same type of lord as them.

Simply standing in front of Mafeng, the cold murderous intent he exudes has already made him feel like his knees are weak.

"Greasy boy, I hope you know that my greatest 'gratitude' to you is that I didn't swing the axe to chop you into pieces at this moment."

Turning his head, he looked at Sah, who had already put his palm on the handle of the knife, and the leader of the caravan, Mohammed Hash.

"By the way, what this little brother said is somewhat reasonable. No matter what, you have saved my life."

"I suggest that we set off normally tonight. Let me be the Varyag Guard for a while, and I will ensure that all of you and all the goods you carry are delivered to Memphis on time."

After speaking, Loki pulled out the blood axe from his back.

The 13 years of memory that temporarily disappeared in his brain made him unclear why there was an extra chain behind his blood axe at this time, but when his hands tightly grasped the axe handle, the fighting instinct like a tide immediately emerged clearly.

Throwing the blood axe with force, the axe blade of the broad axe hooked the abandoned stone statue of the temple, and he pulled it hard.

The heavy marble head immediately shattered from the body, revealing a black sand snake lurking behind the stone statue. The red blood axe followed the iron chain again and chopped off the sand snake's huge snake head with a diameter of more than 1 meter before it escaped.