When he passed the war slave again, Yan Mo found that the sharp eyes had disappeared.
That war slave was just like the other slaves, invisible to everyone, just a member of the phalanx, his eyes were like dead fish, staring blankly at a point in front of his feet.
The phalanx was not scattered in the cold and heavy rain, but it was just neat. Yan Mo didn't feel any majestic momentum or murderous aura, but he felt a strange dullness and dead silence.
The Morgan who was leading the way saw Yan Mo turn his head to look at the war slaves, and immediately smiled and said, "Dear guest, do you want to get a batch of slaves back? These war slaves are the best we have now." After half a year of training and adjustment, everyone is very obedient, as long as you give them a full meal every day, they will do anything for you."
"How is the combat effectiveness?"
"They're all war slaves. The lowest in this group are level 2 warriors, and the highest are level 4 warriors."
"Fourth level?" The chief of the Yuanji tribe is only at the fourth level. Yuan Zhan also said that the highest level in the land of Yuanji is the fourth level, and the fifth level has never been heard.
The Morgan said proudly: "The fourth-level fighter may be very powerful in other places, but in our Morgan, the fourth-level fighter is just a small boss."
"How do you control them? Aren't you afraid of them running away and rebelling?" Yan Mo felt Yuan Zhan's disapproving gaze, but it was too late to take back the words.
The Morgan looked at him in surprise, "Guest, don't you have any slaves there? How do you control your slaves?"
Yan Mo smiled calmly, "I don't care about slaves, I'm usually very busy."
The Morgan guessed that this young man who was easy to like and had a high status was probably a disciple of a priest or something, otherwise it would not have been possible to have such a powerful blood warrior guarding him personally. The Morgan secretly glanced at Yuan Zhan, he dared to talk to Yan Mo, but he didn't dare to provoke him.
The disciples of the priests are busy studying the inheritance of the priests, so it is normal for the tribe not to know some miscellaneous things.
Yuan Zhan said coldly: "Don't tell him those dirty things!"
From this, the Morgans were even more sure of the lofty status of the young priest disciples, and bowed their heads in salute, not daring to say anything more.
The young man glared at his partner in displeasure, swipe at the group of slaves, and said very willfully: "I want all those slaves!"
The Morgan was stunned, "You, you want it?"
"Yes!" The boy squinted at the tall young man provocatively.
The tall young man scolded and frowned fiercely, but seemed helpless towards the young man.
Yan Mo turned cold, and looked at the Morgan with no expression on his face, "What? Worried that I don't have enough goods to exchange? If you can't decide, go to Qi Yuan."
This time the Mogan man was no longer stupefied, but shocked, "You, do you know Mr. Qi Yuan?"
The young man seemed disdainful to answer his question, and only said again: "The slaves you pull out now, whether they are war slaves or ordinary slaves, as long as they stand here, I want them! Do you hear me?"
Yuan Zhan didn't wait for the Morgan to answer, and stopped him in a low voice of disapproval: "Mo, there are too many, we can't take them back."
The boy wiped the rainwater off his face, and said every word: "I said yes."
Yuan Zhan took a deep breath, turned his head and said to the Morgan who led the way: "Did you hear that? All the slaves here, not one less, we Jiuyuan want."
The Mogan smiled wryly, wiping the rain off his face desperately. Although he meant to recommend it just now, he never expected that the other party would not only buy it, but also want it all!
"Uh... yes, it's just that you want a lot of slaves. I, I need to go to Iroha-sama, please wait a moment. But don't worry, before that, I will tell the slave not to sell these slaves."
This incident had a great impact on the Morgan, especially when he heard that the boy still knew their Lord Qi Yuan.
But the Mogan peeked at the young man and the tall young man, only to find that they didn't seem to take such a big matter to heart, and just left it behind after talking. They didn't have the distress, excitement or excitement after buying a large number of slaves like other tribes did. Any other emotions are so light, like buying a few pieces of fur casually.
This is more than a thousand slaves!
What is the origin of this Jiuyuan tribe? It's true to look rich, but how rich is a tribe that can buy more than a thousand slaves at will
But they can casually call Lord Qi Yuan's name without even adding his honorific title, maybe they are really powerful, isn't it said that they came from the three cities in the upper reaches of the river? Maybe they are the subordinate tribes from the legendary upper city, just like the snake tribe from the Baixi city in the middle city.
The Morgan brought Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan into the largest tent in Morgan with a more respectful attitude, and immediately went to Caiyu after saluting and leaving. He wanted to tell Caiyu what happened just now, especially to the other Well, that young man's status is so lofty that even the high-ranking blood warrior would listen to him.
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan did not discuss the matter of buying those slaves in advance, but since his own priest had that intention, Yuan Zhan followed his lead and sang with him, and settled the matter along the way. down.
In fact, Yan Mo didn't plan to strike so soon, but the opportunity was just right at that time, and he couldn't forget those eyes, and he didn't want to make any trouble, so he simply decided on the person first.
Sometimes you have to admit that some people and things just disrupt your original plan and make you have to reconsider for him.
"Looking at that slave?" Yuan Zhan leaned against him and whispered.
Yan Mo felt that the question was a bit subtle, and subconsciously looked sideways at the young man.
"Is that a member of the Russian and British tribe?" Yuan Zhan asked again.
Yan Mo shook his head, "Look at the shape of the face, it doesn't look like it."
"Don't let him join your guard." Yuan Zhan looked at the people in the tent, and his tone could not be refused.
"... Heh!" Yan Mo laughed silently, and casually grabbed the young man's palm and rubbed it. The rough, thick palm with thick knuckles didn't feel smooth at all, but he squeezed it vigorously.
Yuan Zhan shook him back.
Yan Mo squeezed it back with more force.
Yuan Zhan's expression didn't change, but his palm relaxed, allowing his priest to pinch his hand to play.
"He won't join my guard. There are too many warriors in the Nine Plains, and the leaders of the warriors are all Primordials. This is not conducive to the development of the tribe. There were no good seedlings before, that war slave... I hope he can become another hideous."
"You don't believe in hideous?"
"No, I believe him, but if Jiuyuan wants to develop, he needs at least three warrior leaders who are no less powerful, prestigious, and capable of management than Hide."
"Still be completely loyal to you?"
"It doesn't matter if they are loyal or not, as long as they don't betray me and Jiuyuan." Yan Mo never believed that people have complete loyalty, and he didn't mind his subordinates having selfishness.
Yuan Zhan nodded and accepted the matter.
While the two were whispering, the people who were supposed to come had already arrived in sevens and eighties.
The tent was round, and the people who came in stood loosely in a big circle.
Yan Mo thinks that the Morgans are very smart, this arrangement completely avoids the problem of arranging seats, and there is no need to deliberately separate certain tribes that have hatred. The guide is only responsible for bringing people in, and it is up to you where you want to stand.
Like now, looking clockwise, the Tuya people are standing at two o'clock, the closest to Jiuyuan. He and Yuan Zhan stood at about three o'clock, and the Snake People probably thought they were more suitable for socializing, so they stood on the other side of them.
The snake people used to be the Huangjing tribe, and the Huangjing tribe stood at about five o'clock. There is quite a large gap next to it, and the Yeqiu people are standing at about eight o'clock. The nine o'clock next to the Yeqiu tribe is the Bianxi tribe.
At twelve o'clock, there is a stone platform with several flat and large stones piled up.
The tent was opened again, and Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan saw their acquaintances.
Qi Yuan followed an old man and entered the tent surrounded by several soldiers, and when he raised his eyes, he saw two characters that he hadn't expected to appear here!
Yan Mo smiled at Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan bowed his head slightly in return. There were too many people in the tent, so it was not a good place to say hello. Although he didn't want these two people to appear in this market, they had already arrived, and he couldn't drive them away. At most, please ask them afterwards. The other party asked them to try not to use red salt as an exchange.
Hope they haven't pulled out the red salt yet!
Qi Yuan felt that it was impossible for these two people to make such a low-level mistake, unless they really didn't care about Morgan at all.
The people from the Dingyue tribe followed Caiyu in at the end and walked behind the stone platform at twelve o'clock.
The Morgans took the eleven o'clock position.
Caiyu cleared her throat and raised her hand, "Dear guests, I think everyone already knows what to exchange in this small market, and the guests of the Dingyue tribe will bring back the treasures they found in a certain ruins." Come out, if there is someone you like, please take out your exchange items. If the Dingyue Tribe thinks it is suitable, they will exchange with you. In addition, I think everyone knows the rules of the market. Robbery and Forced exchange, if you have any ideas, you can leave Morgan, no matter what you do, Morgan will not interfere!"
Straightforward enough! Yan Mo felt like he had participated in a black market transaction, but in fact this was the most orthodox "official" trade fair site.
Maybe it has something to do with the level of civilization, Caiyu's opening is not only straightforward, but there is no hype or the most basic introduction, and she directly gives the main position to the Dingyue tribe, letting them show their goods.
The Dingyue tribe didn't talk nonsense when they came up. The long-haired young man asked the four soldiers to put the packages on their backs on the stone platform one by one, and opened one of them first.
"This relic site is on a high mountain far away from my tribe. They somehow created big holes in the cliff, and some of the holes still have traces of people's habitation." The long-haired young man unwrapped the package. Said while explaining.
The old man beside Tuhou said as if joking with Tuhou, "It sounds very similar to the way of life of our Tuya tribe."
Yan Mo thought to himself, no wonder they are called the Tuya tribe. They used to be cave dwellers who dug caves on the mountain wall to live. Could it be a cave house like the Loess Gaopo
The long-haired young man smiled at the old man Tuya and opened the package, "This is something we found in one of the caves. We don't know what it is and what it is for, but it is very strong. If anyone of you likes it, please Please take out your goods, and we will exchange them on the spot."
Everyone focused their eyes on the stone platform.
The package was unwrapped, revealing a disc with a hole in the middle, about 50 centimeters in diameter, and only about 2 centimeters thick.
A word emerged in everyone's mind at the same time: What is that
Yan Mo was no exception. He turned his head to look at Yuan Zhan, hoping that the other party could recognize it.
Yuan Zhan had a strange expression on his face, and after a while he lowered his head into Yan Mo's ear and said, "It looks like it's made of stone, but it's not a stone."
Yan Mo's heart skipped a beat, isn't it a stone? That shouldn't be metal, otherwise the Ding Yue people should be able to see it.
The long-haired young man added over there: "This thing is probably made of stone, very hard. We thought it was a shield at first, but the hole in the middle is very big. Later, our big witch looked at it and said that it was probably a shield. part of a device."
Whispers sounded from the tents, and every tribe tried to figure out what it was.
Although the things in the relics are precious and rare, if you can't tell what they are, and you don't know what they are useful for, it is just a waste to put them in the tribe to collect ashes.
Yan Mo took a step forward, "Can you take a closer look?"
The long-haired youth paused, nodded, "Yes."
Not only Yan Mo, but also people from other ethnic groups stepped forward to check carefully. Interestingly, except for Yan Mo, the other people who came up were all older, at least middle-aged.
Yan Mo looked and touched, and guessed that the disc might be a bone vessel, but even if he could tell it was a bone vessel, he still didn't know what it was useful for.
Just when he put his right hand on the disc and was about to ask the guide, the elders of the Huangjing tribe and the snake-human tribe seemed to recognize the material of the object, and at the same time shouted in surprise: "This is a bone vessel. ?!"