According to Fatumai, cannibalism is not a shocking thing in this world, many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. "Have you ever been to the slums of Tyre City? There is a special dish sold in the shacks - brown soup, and the meat is cheaper than that of a sick horse. Think about what it is made of. When a man dies, It's just a piece of meat. This is Atas, I don't care who you are or how many things you forget, in Atas, if you want to live well, just let me adapt to this dying world."
"Anyway, when a person dies, it's not just a piece of meat. The living is the greatest, and we can't let the meat go to waste." She announced in a cold tone.
Atas, is this the name of this world? Muhadi glanced at the girl on the ground again, sorry, I may not be able to save you.
"I will, but I don't want to ride this girl."
"Why, she's not to your taste?" Fatuma asked curiously.
"Because there is a girl next to me who is twice as beautiful as she is and who wants to kill me less than half as much," said Muhadi boldly.
Fatuma smiled evilly, "What a sweet mouth. How should I reward you? My slave?"
"Maybe also reward me with a slave?" Muhadi asked tentatively, "My memory is a little confusing, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it without help in the future."
"You want to save this girl's life." Fatuma pointed out sharply, "I don't see that you are a softhearted person."
After speaking, Fatumai threw the dagger at a lightning-fast speed, hitting the chest of the girl kneeling on the ground. The latter stared at the gem handle exposed on the chest in disbelief, as if she wanted to reach out and pull it out, and then she froze. Crooked, fell to the ground.
A stench came, and the body became incontinent.
"Life in the desert is worthless." Fatuma dismounted and pulled out the dagger, "Remember this lesson. This is my gift to you."
Next, the riders dismounted one after another, and patiently searched for the corpses one by one, taking away all the things that seemed to be of some value. Most of the caravan's livestock were also slaughtered, and the large ostrich-like mounts and large lizards were hacked to death, lying on the ground, watching the slaughter in front of them with empty eyes like dead fish.
More than one corpse was stripped naked and thrown to the ground naked because it was wearing valuable clothing. There were faint sobbing and struggling sounds from places where some riders had found a woman who was still alive and was riding a lot.
Fortunately, they didn't seem to ride on corpses, and Muhadi could only use this to comfort himself, and then forced his disgust to watch other people use daggers to handle the corpses of people and livestock, and after bloodletting, they opened their stomachs and eviscerated their flesh, like a vulture. The flesh of the corpse was cut off piece by piece, wrapped in linen, and finally placed under the saddle.
Many nomads on Earth treat raw meat in a similar way and place it under the saddle, so that the juices can be gradually squeezed out of the meat while riding, and it can be eaten when it reaches its destination. Muhadi once ate beef prepared in this way when he was still in his hometown, and the taste is really unforgettable.
Fragmented corpses, cargo and debris littered in the sand, dead livestock and gleeful elf nomads. All this seems to constitute a post-modern abstract painting, deeply imprinted in Muhadi's mind. No matter how well-informed he is on earth, he can only keep repeating calm and calm in his heart, making himself completely numb.
Fortunately, this hellish scene finally ended, the riders who had won a lot of money returned to their horses, and everyone's luggage became a little more bulging. The young elf, who had laughed at Muhadi before, rode over and rode side by side with Muhadi.
"Fatumai is angry," the young man said in a slick tone. "I rarely see her like that. It's even rarer that you can still live when you make her angry."
"you..."
"Call me Fahd, friend." The young man introduced himself happily, "Fahd bin Ghazi bin Hamad bin Ibrahi. I have a nickname called the Topper, and I also Some people call me White Lightning. I like both nicknames."
"I am Hajibai Mohadi, a friend of Fahd. I don't have a father's name." Mohadi also introduced himself.
"I know that," the young man nodded. "'The Miracle of Desert Survival', I was the first person to discover you in the desert."
Fahd's smile was clean and bright, and he couldn't tell that he was the agile warrior and butcher who stripped human flesh from before. Muhadi couldn't help but wonder how he found him. Except for Fatuma, everyone else in the team seemed to ignore him.
As if trying to answer Muhadi's doubts, Fahd continued. "Perhaps you don't know yet, Fatuma is my sister."
"Sister? But your father's name is different. I remember Fatuma's father's name is Abiad."
"Yes, we share the same mother, but from different fathers." Fahd explained carefully, "Fatume's mother is one of the chief's legal wives, but she was only one of the city of Tyre before. Female bartender. I, the child of her time, should be called an illegitimate child according to you humans, right?"
"It must make you feel bad," Muhadi replied politely.
"What do you mean? Bastard." Fahd laughed like his sister, and they looked very similar from the side. "You don't understand anything, Muhadi. Birth problems have never bothered me, on the contrary, I am proud of it. Wouldn't a child born out of nature and passion be better than a child born out of duty with no joy in it? Wife, a product made while half asleep?"
"But, as a brother, I am very concerned about Fatuma, especially after our mother died. You don't know how surprised I was when I saw her insisting on saving you in the desert. Rare to see When this female scorpion cares so much about a person, many people bet that she won't be able to marry her for the rest of her life."
What does this mean, is he implying something to me, Muhadi thought. "I'm just a slave."
"You make me feel different, Mohadi." Fahd didn't go on, but changed the subject. "Unlike the rest of the tribe, I grew up in the city of Tyre, and I lived by stealing, begging, and defrauding, until my mother made up her mind one day to leave the city and beg in the desert. Join the Scorpio tribe with my mother."
"I've met all kinds of people in the city, humans, elves, halflings, dwarves, even Muirs and half-giants. But I've never met someone like you. Muhadi, there's something about you, I can't say exactly what it is, but you feel a sense of detachment, as if you don't belong to everything around you, not human, not even Arthas."
Mohadi was immediately alerted that he was a transmigrator, which was definitely his biggest secret right now, and he couldn't reveal it anyway. "Just a hapless bastard who got lost in the desert and lost his memory. You think highly of me."
"Looking high? No, I don't think so. You can speak Elvish, don't you. Most humans can't learn it, and you're not unusual for that alone. Besides, no one has ever been to the mysterious Out of the center of the Arika Desert, in gorgeous robes with a precious jeweled dagger and a strange thick book. No matter how you look at it, there are too many mysteries about you."
This belongs to the previous owner of this body, not mine. Muhadi thought, bowing his head in silence.
It is obvious that Muhadi did not express the expression on Fahd's face, but he did not delve into it. "Forget it, I saw that you didn't search for trophies, and you didn't harvest any food. Are you so humble?"
"I won't hesitate to take the spoils I deserve, if it's what I won after fighting an evenly matched opponent. But most of those people just now were not warriors, there were women, children and the elderly, and I was ashamed to take it from their corpses. thing."
"This is really a rare virtue, and there are not many such people in the desert these days." Fahd clapped his hands and praised in an exaggerated and sarcastic tone. The horse under his crotch snorted violently, as if to match the owner's mood. "Come on, Muhadi, I can see that you are not afraid to sully your honor. You are soft-hearted and unwilling to desecrate their corpses." Fahd's tone of desecration was particularly ironic.
"I also went through a similar stage. At that time, I just ran out of the city. The nomadic life in the tribe made me uncomfortable at all. Being a slave made me even more ashamed." Fahd was surprised to see Muhadi. , then explained, "As an outsider who joined the tribe, I started out as a slave. The first time I handled the corpse, I vomited and stained the meat. For this reason, my former master put I was bound to a stone for three days and three nights, without water or food."
"But I got used to it, and I survived. Don't you see? I later killed my master in a duel, took his wife and daughter, and won my freedom. I passed the arrow biting ceremony and became a samurai again. ."
The two rode side by side, "Learn to adapt, you can survive. These corpses, even if we don't use them, will not last forever. All kinds of scavengers, insects and even plants will compete for the nutrients of the corpse. So why not How can we use it ourselves? Nature does not believe in tears, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survives. This is the status quo of Arthas. We elves have had a glorious history in the history, and have built huge and majestic buildings and splendid civilizations. Now what about , only the rubble exposed in the dry riverbed and the desert hinterland reminds us how great the elves were."
"Remember, Muhadi, Attas does not tolerate the weak. To survive, it is necessary not only physically but mentally. Greed, robbery, cunning, violence and selfishness are all It's a display of strength, and it's a spiritual weapon that's essential to survival."
"I thought you were a friend of my sister, so I told you this." Fahd said and looked around. At this time, the sobbing was no longer audible. Most of the riders had already plundered the spoils and dealt with them. corpse.
"Get ready to go. We have to travel at night. The farther we are from here, the better, lest someone use prophecy magic to detect that it is the hand of our tribe." Fatuma's brother ended the conversation.
Soon, the leader of Stitch issued a signal, and everyone quickly gathered together after hearing the whistle. The chief swung his machete and gave a concise and powerful order, "Get the formation! Fahd, little Jabir, you two go ahead to investigate, be careful, don't let anything pass by. The rest follow me, and we will set off overnight. ."