Chapter 196 Market Turmoil

Boom!

Thunder rolled over and heavy rain fell on the ground.

"Your eyes are really quite vicious, my friend."

Located south of Gondor, in a small town built by the Haradh people in the Harnen River Basin, a wine merchant was selling his products.

Opposite him is a mysterious guest wearing a linen robe, covering most of his face with a wide hat and a sheep towel.

'Looks like nomads from across the desert. ’

The guest nodded and pointed to a barrel of wine on the ground.

So the wine merchant moved the barrel of wine to the counter.

"This is indeed the strongest barrel of date wine I have here."

The wine merchant said: "I'm curious, how can you tell its quality when you have neither tasted nor smelled it?"

"secret."

The man said so.

After all, it can't be said that it was marked by the system.

After paying the money, he easily lifted the barrel filled with spirits with one hand, found a small corner where no one could see it, and put the barrel into his backpack like magic. Levi continued to walk in the market empty-handed. Take a walk inside.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing water spray into the market.

"What a rare heavy rain."

A resident with bronze skin looked out, shook his head, and chose to retreat and wait for a while.

Probably related to the climate and region, everyone here basically has this skin color.

Going west from here is the port of Umbar, and going east is the Great Desert of Harad - a huge desert larger than Mordor.

To the north is the crossing of the Harnen River, and beyond it is the war zone between Umbar and Gondor, Harondor.

The Harnen River is the dividing line between Gondor and Umbar in history. Harondor was once called 'South Gondor' and was the territory of Gondor. However, due to the decline of Gondor's national power, and the addition of Harla Due to the invasion of the Germans, it no longer belongs directly to Gondor, but is in a state of dispute.

The Harad people and the Gondor people continue to have various disputes and battles on this land, and the border guards of the two sides are always on guard against each other.

Levi passed through this area.

In this regionally distinctive market made of dark stone bricks and red terracotta tiles, many wet people hurried over to avoid getting soaked later.

Levi was not afraid of water, but he didn't go out because he hadn't gone out enough.

Lemons, dates, bananas, pomegranates, oranges, olives... There are many things in this market that you can't see in the north. It's worth buying every one of them.

At this moment, Li Wei seemed to be a carefully selected traveling merchant, seriously thinking about what things were worth taking back.

Li Wei carefully selects and produces the best products.

Nothing that tastes bad will ever end up in his backpack and be taken away.

"Where's the watermelon?"

"Why didn't I see the watermelon?"

In front of the fruit merchant's stall, Li Wei looked left and right, but he couldn't find what he wanted.

"I've seen people selling watermelon wine, how come there's no watermelon?"

The stall owner stared at Levi for a while, speechless.

He pointed behind Levi.

Levi turned around in the direction he pointed and saw a pile of large melons with light green patterns piled on the ground.

What else could it be if it wasn't a watermelon?

"cough."

Levi picked up a watermelon, patted it twice, and then put it on it to listen to the sound coming back.

Yes, it's a good melon.

"How do you sell this melon?"

"Two silver coins a pound."

Levi stopped.

"It's interesting. Are these watermelon seeds made of gold or the rind of the melon?"

Apparently the fruit merchant also heard what Li Wei meant. He said on the spot: "Whether you want to buy it or not, I can tell you that you can't find another watermelon seller in this entire market."

"OK."

Levi put down the watermelon and was about to take out the silver coins when suddenly there was a commotion outside the market.

Bang!

The wooden wheel rolled over a pebble, causing the entire vehicle to vibrate.

A large number of eyes looked through the rain curtain towards the direction from which the sound came.

A car, or prison car, was being escorted by seven or eight soldiers towards the center of the town.

There was a man covered in blood with arrows stuck in his shoulders and legs. The man's skin color was different from everyone else here, it was whiter.

He also wore a kind of silver-white armor with a tree-like pattern engraved on it, and there were seven stars on the tree.

That is the symbol of Gondor, the White Tree of Gondor.

People of Gondor, why are you here?

The prison van stopped in front of the market, and the soldiers dispersed, revealing the Gondorian who seemed to be unconscious.

One of them shouted loudly to the crowd gathered in the market: "One day ago we won a great victory in the battle with Gondor. This is the enemy general, and he was captured by us!"

oh--!

The crowd immediately burst into cheers, and many people threw their objects on the spot and smashed them into the cage. However, no matter how hard they smashed, the people inside remained paralyzed without moving their eyelids.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Many people shouted.

The soldier who shouted shook his head and put his hand down to signal people not to get excited for the time being.

"Unfortunately, we can't kill him."

"Why?" someone asked.

"Because he's dead!"

The crowd exploded into cheers again.

Snap!

Squeezed in the lively crowd, Levi couldn't help but split the watermelon in his hand, picked up one of the pieces and gnawed it.

"You're going to split my melon, right?"

The noise directly alarmed the owner of the fruit stand. He suddenly turned around and found that the melons were gone while he was watching the excitement.

"I'll pay you."

Levi casually threw a handful of silver coins, and the owner's anger immediately turned into a smile, and he quickly put the silver coins away without counting them.

There were more than enough silver coins, and it would be bad if he asked for change after counting them clearly.

'Not dead yet. '

Levi finished eating a slice of melon, put the rest into his backpack, and squeezed through the crowd and took a step forward.

The man who was squeezed outside and caught in the rain turned back and glared at Levi angrily, but when he met the cold gaze from under his wide hood, he suddenly shuddered and lowered his head and walked aside.

Levi raised his head and looked at the "Gondor General" in the cage.

When the soldiers in charge of escorting announced his death, people also put away the stones and rotten fruits in their hands and stopped throwing them.

But...

Not dead yet.

Levi took another step forward, without leaving the cage.

The Gondor general in the cage still had a drop of blood hanging on him. He was not dead yet.

But he was not dead now. If he continued like this, it would be hard to say. He might suddenly die in the next second.

There was no time to waste.

"Hey, over there!"

After announcing the news, the soldiers were preparing to escort the "corpse" to a certain place. Suddenly, one of them frowned and turned his head to look at the man who walked out of the market.

"Can't you see we have to hurry?"

He pointed at the man in the linen robe whose face could not be seen clearly and scolded: "I'm talking about you. If you don't want to cause trouble, step back and don't stand in front of us!"

"Cause trouble?"

Levi smiled.

The next moment, the long sword was drawn out, and the falling rain was briefly cut open for a moment. The linen robe was also cut open with this action, revealing the dark armor inside.

Boom!

The soldier's heart was alarmed and he felt a little panic for no reason.

"Who are you!?"

A group of soldiers immediately drew their weapons and entered a state of alert.

"Passerby."

The strong wind swept past with rain, blowing the hood slightly off.

It also blew the battle that was widely spread in the east into people's minds.

The ruthless man who had harmed tens of thousands of Orcs and Easterlings, beat the king of Khand to his knees, killed the Ringwraith lieutenant 'Eastern Shadow' and several other Ringwraiths in succession, and easily killed the general of Harad and tore apart the mammoth war elephant with his bare hands in the siege of thousands of troops, the legendary "Shadow of War".

The legendary image overlapped with the figure in front of them, and the soldiers felt an absurd sense of unreality.

Could it be him?

No way?