Chapter 478: Skinned Man Traveler

Chapter 478 Skinner·Walker

The other herdsmen gathered far away, waiting anxiously.

They were both respectful and afraid of the man in front of them.

If it was said that when Lu Meng broke through the sand bandit army alone, they were still full of gratitude and respected him as a god.

But when they saw that the bloody insect tide was driven by him.

Fear burst out uncontrollably.

This is human nature.

After all, the crunching sounds of gnawing corpses can be heard from time to time around the battlefield, which makes people's bones sour; and those hideous spider monsters are still wandering around.

The timid people would have fainted long ago.

In this scene, as the owner of the blood spider, Lu Meng looked extremely weird in people's eyes - he looked like a worm mother spirit in human skin...

If the blood spider had not attacked the remaining ordinary people, everyone would feel that they had escaped from the dragon's den and entered the tiger's den... even more miserable than falling into the hands of the sand bandits.

Only Ethan and Xiao Dibu had the courage to come forward.

They were the first herdsmen in the Shandi tribe to see Lu Meng. At that time, he was just an approachable traveler, and even kindly reminded and warned them - these suggestions were verified later.

Even though they had witnessed these wonders.

They were helped, but it was still difficult for them to associate this young man with a monster.

Strength may affect people, but it cannot change his nature.

"Father-in-law," Lu Meng thought: "Like they said before, I come from the swamp."

It was the same as before.

"Swamp..." Hearing the familiar title of the other party, Ethan's heart involuntarily eased, "Have you heard of Big Gray?"

The old herdsman searched his brains and finally found a memory that could be related to the swamp.

"Of course I know." Lu Meng nodded.

When Big Gray was young, he went out to Shandi, and the skinners initially made their fortune by smuggling. In comparison, they were the most well-known swamp faction in the outside world.

It was only under the monopoly of the merchant guild and the pressure of defending against the insect tide.

The skinners' business gradually shrank.

However, Lu Meng also intends to pick it up again.

"No wonder," the old herdsman saluted again, "When Big Gray came to do business before, although the goods were less, he never treated us badly. Once he helped the tribe to repel the sand bandits... There was no King of Sand at that time."

"It's just that I haven't seen it for many years."

Without smugglers like the Skinners.

Therefore, the people of the Far Traveler Clan are so looking forward to the trade of merchants.

"The old man is still in good health." Lu Meng said-after the establishment of the Medical Department, there are also people who take care of Big Gray's injuries. In addition, without the pressure of hegemony and defense against insect tides, the old man is more energetic than before retirement.

"Besides, he misses you too... It won't be long before the Skinners' trade caravans will be seen again in Shandi. If possible, it would be better to have a stable permanent post."

The logistics department planned by Lu Meng is mainly based on the Skinners.

The difference is that the gang used to be mainly engaged in smuggling, and now it may have more functions.

"Really? That's great!" Another voice came abruptly.

A strange man came over, his face full of joy.

"Who are you?" Lu Meng tilted his head slightly.

"Wanderer Parada," the man saluted hurriedly, "the current chief of the Wanderer clan..."

Lu Meng interrupted him and frowned, "Since you are the chief, you should have come out earlier."

Letting an old man and a child come to negotiate, what a big deal.

"Yes, the adults are right..." Parada was sweating profusely, and could only respond repeatedly.

As the head of the tribe, this is embarrassing.

But look at the corpses of the sand bandits on the ground, and the red beasts crying for food...

Even if the big shots of the North Wind Clan... No, even if the big shots of the White Eyebrow Clan came, they couldn't fart.

Not to mention, Parada was actually very happy and happy in his heart.

He heard an opportunity.

The camps and cattle and sheep pens of the Wanderer Clan were looted, which was a devastating blow to a small tribe.

But if the other party said that they could open trade with the skinners again,

The swamps and the tribes of Shandi exchanged what they had... Regardless of other things, the supply of tea alone would not be lacking - not to mention the staple food and medicinal materials that were scarce in Shandi.

The wandering tribes could sell a large number of high-quality furs, oxen, and pack animals...

If they seized this opportunity, they could let the skinners set up a base in their camps.

The Far Traveler Clan could not only recover quickly, but also rise quickly - even if they dared not compare with the White Eyebrow Clan in the middle of Shandi, they were at least as good as the North Wind Clan today.

"My lord, I heard a sand bandit calling you..." Suppressing the joy in his heart, Parada still lowered his head and said slowly: "Red King."

In fact, more people were shouting "Lord of Blood" in hysteria - this was the name of the enemy, and it was filled with uncontrollable fear and despair.

Only this patriarch was keenly aware of the few different voices.

He also realized the meaning of this other title.

Combined with the other party's previous introduction...

"Excuse me for being blunt," Parada said respectfully, "Are you the king of the swamp?"

Without waiting for Lu Meng to answer himself.

Under his instruction, the remaining herdsmen of the Far Traveler Clan have been supporting each other, saluting together, and being respectful.

Born in the swamp, he can drive the unique beasts of the dense forest. With just one word, he can reopen the smuggling route between the skinners and the outside world and decide to set up a base...

The members of the Shandi Wandering Tribe still remember Big Gray and admit that he is a hero.

But compared with the performance of the young man in front of him, it is still far inferior.

The answer is obvious.

There is no other possibility.

Lu Meng paused and looked at the edge of the clouds. The sky was vast, and the yellow sand and emerald green were two different colors.

He said after a moment:

"The people there call me so."

The hand of Chief Parada on his chest trembled slightly.

Guessing and hearing bring completely different feelings. Even if they have been mentally prepared, those who are saluting still can't help but tremble.

Just as the desert bandits have the King of Sand, the people of the Shandi tribe have also heard rumors about the King of the nearby Swamp... but in comparison, he is far less famous than the King of Sand.

As the leader of the Sand Bandits, that man gathered at the border of the three countries and directly threatened Shandi.

In people's hearts, he is both a demon and a legend.

On the other hand, the position of the King of the Swamp is said to have been vacant for more than ten years, not to mention that even if they choose one, it will not affect the lives of people outside the swamp at all.

But now,

they have seen an exception with their own eyes.

Lu Beiyou... the King of Red.

With his own actions, he broke the traditional impression and brought the herdsmen a shock far beyond the past.

Even if the remaining power of the King of Sand is still there and remains in the hearts of many people, it seems so insignificant compared to this one.

“This war between the Borderland and the Swampland may end in a way that no one expected—and the winner has already been decided.” Parada thought, his eyes shining. “Besides, a figure like the Red King came to the Land of Flash in person. It is not difficult for him to deal with the Sand Bandits… So, he probably has other intentions.”