Under the threat of sharp spears and bloody battle swords, the violently suppressed landmen slaves quickly became silent.

The pale faces with despaired eyes stared at the weapons in the hands of Wu Li warriors, and were trembling all over and were led by the indigenous servants with hemp ropes, and staggered into the bushes in the distance.

The forests in the Hell Island are deep, and tens of thousands of slaves line up in a long line of more than ten kilometers, walking staggeringly on the forest path and feeling full of fear.

A few hours later, these ships were slaughtered. The slaves, who had not yet encountered such a miserable situation in the future, came to a spacious valley exhausted and were surprised to find that there were many narrow wooden boats moored in the fast-flowing Tamsui River.

On the riverside, many natives who seemed to be young picked up the thick slices of fragrant roasted pork cut into thick pieces in wooden barrels and handed them to the slaves. They gently shouted in the fluent Green Leaf Continental Common verb: "Please don't panic, you will not be hurt if you obey orders.

Now Lord Rutuyaya will untie the ropes for everyone, please get on the boat one by one, the escapees will never be forgiven..."

When the young natives were speaking, a powerful native who applied blood-red sap on his body and had four feathers stuck on his head slowly rose out of the galloping river.

The water flowing like a fountain kept surging his feet and rising to a height of seven or eight meters. The leader of the Wuli Warrior looked down at the thousands of landmen who were slowly rushing into the river valley from the jungle. He opened his mouth and roared silently, his body swollen into the shape of a three-legged giant with a strong stomp on his outside feet.

Suddenly, the river water supporting the warrior leader to take off was frozen into ice crystals, and suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny ice skates and splashing towards the land people not far away, cutting the hemp rope that tied the slave's hands.

"Spell casting power, good, what a powerful spell casting power..." Seeing the natives flowing with water, the slaves held back and didn't say anything. At this time, the ice blade passed by the wrists coldly, and some people finally exclaimed in a burst of voice.

After making a sound, the slaves immediately realized that they had committed a big taboo and covered their mouths in horror, but found that no natives paid attention to them. The surrounding natives, whether they were gentle boys, savvy servants, powerful warriors or terrifying spellcasters, all made extremely pious expressions, muttering something in their mouths.

"Hoby, what are those people in the Fire Hell saying? Look at the ghost-looking thing, aren't you going to sacrifice the monsters to live with us?" A young man with a chapped lips and a face covered in mud saw that the natives had already acquiesced to the slaves and spoke, and whispered to a middle-aged man beside him who looked a little weak but still had strange glory flashing in desperate situations.

"Your Highness, those people in the Fire Hell are indeed praying to a powerful earth god. The believers of the Fire Hell god were calculated in "billions of millions"," the weak middle-aged man replied calmly: "He does not like living sacrifices, so these natives will not sacrifice us, but will send us to a town to influence and believe in the earth god."

"Billions, even if it's just an adjective, the barbarian tribe ruled by the monster must be very powerful," the young man in a mess suddenly became excited and whispered: "Have you tasted enough of the native faith, do you want to change the taste? Humph, this may be an opportunity for us, an opportunity..."

It seems absurd to have fallen to such a stalemate, but still seeking opportunities to resist the mercy of fate, but this perseverance and perseverance is a trait that a true strong man must possess.

Seeing the young man's unyielding expression hidden behind the mud, the weak middle-aged man showed a hint of relief, "Even if there is a chance, it will be a future. Your Highness, we must live now, and live under the rule of the Fire Hell people with cruel means, because only in this way can there be a future..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the teenagers of the Fire Hell who had completed their prayers began to distribute meat slices, while loudly reminding the slaves that they must board the ship in order, otherwise any abnormal movement would be executed;

While starting to guide the slaves to board the wooden boats with the servile servants.

Soon, the weak middle-aged man and the unyielding young man who were walking at the front of the team received the slices of meat and lined up in a neat line to slowly walk towards the river. As they swallowed the roasted pork and walked towards the vast future, Zhang Lisheng had already boarded the flagship of the Landman Caravan and was chatting on the deck with Vitas, who claimed that the ruthless warrior of Wu Li a few hours ago.

"I am a scholar, and the best moral character is the scientific spirit, and the core of the scientific spirit is to make bold assumptions and carefully verify them." In the sunset that rendered the entire sea surface red, the young man talked: "So I want to contact the tribe leader from the 'Riwa Sea' and go to that magical place to verify some of the evolutionary assumptions I made before.

In fact, this is also beneficial to the family you are loyal to. Mr. Vitas, while I strive to go to the most mysterious area of ​​the Fire Islands to conduct biological research, you will also consolidate your friendship with him by satisfying the wishes of the indigenous nobleman…”

"Oh, Mr. Lisheng," Vitas interrupted his words with unmoved smile when he heard Zhang Lisheng's words, "I value being your friend more than consolidating friendship with the native leader from the 'Rich Sea'."

As he said this clever and hypocritical businessman pointed to the fleet around him, "For a businessman, nothing is so tempting."

The young man was stunned, silent for a few seconds, and laughed in silence, "Okay, Mr. Vitas, as long as I can see the indigenous nobleman in the "Raging Waters", you will get my friendship and real benefits.

But can you ask how you know that I have a great status in the Wuli tribe. Lu Qi was thanks to me to get the right to trade. This is hard to imagine?”

"It's very simple," he heard the black-haired young man in front of him admit his speculation without any shirks, and Vitas immediately changed his name. "The Hurt Tribe that traded with the caravan can 'eat' twenty-five thousand slaves at one time, and the scale must be very large, and Mr. Luci is a liar who can only talk big but actually has little talent.

The story you mentioned was originally working hard labor, but later met him and found a comfortable life. The story of studying animals on the island sounded reasonable, but it could not stand thinking at all. First, such a powerful native tribe would not care about the feelings of mainland merchants coming to trade. They were barbaric but not stupid, and knew who was asking for the other.

Second, with Luqi's stingy personality and financial resources who live by his mouth, even if the indigenous people care about his feelings, he would never pay any price for a scholar he had just met to live a good life.

And..." The middle-aged man always smiled a sincere smile on his face with a hypocritical expression, "How could your demeanor and the confidence shown by his never-humble and arrogant expression be something that an ordinary scholar can have?

Finally, it is not unimaginable that a land man was given a noble courtesy in the Fire Hell Tribe. In some secret circles, there are legends that ancient land man gained high positions in the tribe because he presented precious things to the leaders of the barbarian tribe. Moreover, the protagonists of such stories are mostly scholars like you.

After all, useful knowledge is the most valuable treasure everywhere, isn’t it?”

"I gave the Wu Li people a lot of what you said, "the most valuable treasures" and they are called "wisdoms." After listening to Vitas' long speech, Zhang Lisheng showed an admirational expression on his face, "Remember this route. If I meet my requirements, you can trade with the natives here alone.

For merchants, two sources of goods are always safer than one, right?”

"Of course," Vitas replied politely, "Please rest assured that I will get you what you want in the shortest time, Your Excellency."

"Then let's wait and see." The young man smiled slightly, looked in the direction of the continent in the distance, and whispered.

After the two reached a consensus in a few words, the god Wu Li was overjoyed because he confirmed that there was indeed a native leader from the "Rutao Sea" in Haiyinhai. He ordered Wu Li to continue to complete the war preparations and must show the strongest strength of the tribe and conquer the "Rutao Sea" in one fell swoop at the right opportunity;

As the agent of a strong family in the Kataman City State, Vitas was very excited to find a new route with gold flowing, and always tried his best to make friends with Zhang Lisheng in his spare time.

Comparing their happy mood, when Luci found out that Vitas had seen through his tricks, he got Zhang Lisheng's trade promise after a conversation.

Unfortunately, for this empty shell merchant who relied on the island of Hell to obtain trade privileges and was far behind the loyal family of Vitas on land, he had no choice but to be angry. He thought about it before and afterwards and finally could only be careful, fearing that others would see his dissatisfaction and make the benefits he received empty.

Time passed day by day. It only took half a day for the landman caravan to "unload goods", but it took half a month to choose Scorpion Island specialty to load ships.

Even Vitas, who repeatedly promised to make Zhang Lisheng's wish come true as soon as possible, seemed extremely patient when selecting goods. After all, he risked his life to cross the waters of the Hell to trade. How could he not maximize his interests at critical moments?
Chapter completed!