Unknown Knight

Knowing that Hassan and his gang of bandits might be in Tianshuijing Town, eighty miles away, Aix was about to lead his troops to attack them, but was stopped by Majid who was advising him.

He was also an old hand and knew the methods of these bandits. If Aix led his troops to attack them so blatantly, he would most likely end up empty-handed.

"Hyenas only let down their guard in front of their own kind. If you rush over, they will just scatter like flies. Only by confusing them and approaching them can you kill them in one blow and avoid future troubles, my lord."

Majid said calmly that his many years of adventures outside had given him extraordinary experience. As the head of the clan, he also had a mysterious and pretentious nature. Although Aix, who knew the character of this kind of people, roughly understood what he meant, he still pretended to be enlightened and played along with him:

"What does Chief Majid mean?"

As he spoke, Aix pointed in the direction of Zion City with an uncertain look on his face, as if he longed for Majid's affirmation like a junior.

Seeing that Aix understood everything quickly but still looked humble, Chief Magid satisfied his younger generation's vanity and nodded to Aix with appreciation, not knowing that the young and pampered Aix was actually not much younger than him.

Then the two of them chatted for a while and agreed upon a specific implementation plan.

In the city of Zion, in Sabir's secret room, Chief Sabir personally poured a glass of wine for Chief Isam and Chief Farhad opposite him, and the three of them clinked their glasses with satisfaction.

In recent days, the flow of people in Zion City has begun to increase. Although there is still a certain gap compared to the heyday when three or four hundred people entered the city every day, it has improved greatly compared to the previous period. I believe that as long as Chief Hassan leads his men to do a few more good things, Zion City will be able to restore its former glory in a while.

"That old fellow Ivante still refuses to join?"

Chief Sabir asked Chief Farhad, who was close to Ivant.

Fahad curled his lips in disdain and said unhappily:

"Don't mention it. The old man probably thinks that we were the ones who fueled the fire last time, so he rashly sent troops to attack Fort Standing. I heard that his family suffered heavy losses, with more than fifty relatives killed. He hates us. I went to see Ivant twice, but he said he was sick and refused to see me. I don't think there is much hope that he will recognize the balance of the 20 gold coins to be paid to Chief Hassan."

"It seems that we can't count on this short-sighted guy. The remaining balance has to be pooled together by the three of us. Tell Chief Hassan to do a good job and knock down those outsiders in the Standing Fort. Then we can go back and deal with that old guy Ivant. From now on, we have the final say on the land of Zion City!"

Chief Sabir said this to Issam. Seeing Issam nod in agreement, he continued to encourage him:

"I heard that this Castle Standstill has discovered a water source. Once we destroy them, we can grow spices there. We must squeeze out the business of those country bumpkins from the Harisi family, and let them use the name of the first family to bully our three families every day."

"That's right, that's right. I despise Ivante's smugness the most. It's just because he has so many people at home."

The lackey Fahad agreed, saying that his family was the weakest among the five major families. If it weren't for the fact that several of his brothers were relatively strong and he had many relatives, he would have no place to speak here. So no matter who was in charge, he would always be a lackey who followed the trend and tried hard to find a sense of existence.

Finally, Sabir seemed to remember something and said to Isam:

"Is the Harisi family's goods to Berber City about to be shipped this month? Your people are escorting them on the road. Can you cooperate with Chief Hassan..."

"No! Their goods in Berbera have all been paid for in advance. Hassan cannot tamper with them on the way. No one dares to break the rules in Berbera, unless we can replace the Harisi family in supplying spices."

"Well, let's wait until we squeeze out those outsiders in Fort Standstill. Then we'll grow spices and take over the Harisi family's business. Damn Ivante, their family has monopolized the water source outside the city for so many years, and has always controlled the most profitable spice business and refused to give us a cent. Once we get the water source of Fort Standstill, we'll definitely defeat them."

Sabir said with some regret that he had been planning to engage in the spice business for so many years, but the Harisi family had occupied the water source and the most fertile land here for generations, and the spice business had become their family's exclusive business, with outsiders being unable to get in.

Over the years, he has been trying every possible way to weaken the power of the Harisi family, just like a python lurking in the darkness, drooling and wanting to swallow its prey in one gulp. However, the city of Zion is like a shallow pool with only a few fish visible to the naked eye. Any fish that turns over will cause a huge wave. There is no chance for him at all. As a result, he has had to endure it all these years and almost became obsessed with it.

Sabir, who only wanted to be a hunter, never imagined that while he was trying to scheme against others, others were also trying to scheme against him. He was just a humble link in the food chain and would ultimately not escape the fate of becoming food in the mouth of a oriole.

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A few days later, a caravan of thirty fully loaded camels set out from Zion, led by Isam's deputy. Normally, Isam would personally escort such an important mission, but now was a special period, and at Sabir's request, Isam had to stay in Zion.

There were more than fifty people in the group, including more than twenty people from the Harisi family and more than thirty guards from the Isam Mercenary Group. It was rare for the number of escort personnel to be greater than the number of camels, and it only occurred when escorting such precious items as spices.

They are all strong and well-equipped. They are obviously the elite in the city. There are few wild forces in this area that can be their rivals.

The camel caravan left Zion and followed the old road to Berbera, more than 300 miles away. There were no unexpected encounters along the way.

Two days later, the camel caravan arrived at a place called the Stone Pile. The surface here is composed of sandstone. After countless years of weathering, the sandstone has formed small stone peaks of various shapes. These countless small stone peaks make the landform here as strange as a maze. People who are not familiar with it can easily get lost if they break in, so the outside world calls this place the Stone Pile.

This is a place that the camel caravans transporting spices must pass through. There is also a campsite prepared by the mercenary group. After a whole day's journey, the caravan members were very tired and soon fell asleep.

Camel caravans transporting spices passed through this area many times. It was a barren desert with no grass. There were no large beasts that could threaten human life. It was uninhabited and there was no force that could threaten them. Isam's deputy, who was in charge of security, was too lazy to even set up sentries.

Little did he know that it was this deputy's blind confidence, relying solely on his experience, that led the entire camel caravan into an irretrievable situation.