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Chapter 304 Northern Trade

This is probably the most favorable trade terms that Windlow has ever obtained.

With official recognition from Zhendan, a carriage of goods does not require any fees, and the profits generated do not require the payment of even a copper coin.

The only thing that needed to be done was to draw a map of the north and record intelligence from the north.

Anyone with a discerning eye would immediately realize that Zhendan was actually recruiting spy traders. As long as they penetrated deep into the northern lands and their true identities were discovered, Zhendan would not provide any combat or political assistance.

This was destined to be a one-way trade journey, no wonder the conditions offered were so generous.

However, under the surveillance of the Zhendan Changyuan garrison, Windlow, Mousse and the carriage were directly pushed out of the Changyuan Fortress.

It is not an easy thing to go back. At least Changyuan has been covered and there is no way to go back.

If they return without obtaining any useful intelligence, they will definitely be abandoned by the city defense forces.

Right now there is really only one way left, and that is to spy on intelligence.

"Just like Kane Assassin, follow me."

Mousse was accustomed to this situation. When she was in Naggaroth, she had set foot on the Chaos Wasteland more than once.

All kinds of terrible weather and strong winds that blew like sharp knives had long lost their corrosive effect on her.

Moreover, the fact that two officers were acting alone also meant that the damage caused by corrosion could be easily healed.

"Do you know what the Kane assassins would do?"

Mousse's question was not a question, but more like an advance explanation to allow Wendlow to prepare.

The latter felt a chill in his heart. Although he had never been to Naggaroth, he had heard of the existence of Kane Assassin.

Since this place is not completely located in the north, there are still many Kurgan tribes near Changyuan.

Their tents made of various leathers can be seen sporadically on the grassland. Generally, a single family enjoys the grazing rights of a piece of grassland until the call of war.

Windlow knew why. This involved a geographical knowledge called land carrying capacity.

The more advanced the technology and the better the resources of a race, the greater the land carrying capacity, and the more people can live in the same area.

The empire has advanced technology and fertile soil. The city of Altdorf alone has a population of 25,000, and the population of each village ranges from dozens to hundreds of people.

The land of Bretonnia has been blessed, and the peasants have basically no pursuit of life. Each village can have a population of more than a thousand, and villages are very common in Bretonnia.

The High Elves' port cities have developed trade, and Ulthuan is also a blessed land. The capital, Lothern, has a permanent population of more than 10,000 elves.

The environment in the mountains where the dwarves live is harsh, and they often face external threats. The population of a fortress is probably between a few hundred and two thousand.

Kislev is a frozen land with scarce resources and a harsh environment. Although there are more than 50,000 people in the city of Kislev, there are basically no villages outside.

Not to mention the Norse Peninsula, the environment is even more dangerous than Kislev. The population of each village is generally between a few dozen and a hundred people, and there are not many villages in total.

The resources in the eastern prairie are even scarcer, and there are not even many wild animals. A large piece of grassland can support a nomadic village.

Nomads like this who only have one tent are naturally very common.

"So they only have one family?"

Mousse took out a dagger, pointed at the tent in front, looked down at Wendlow, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, based on knowledge of geography and tribal structure, we can infer that they are the only family nearby, and the nearest other Kurgans are at least a few kilometers away."

"Then things will be much easier."

Mousse left this sentence without saying anything else. He floated to the side of the tent like a ghost, lifted the door curtain made of some unknown leather, and strode in.

There was a scream from inside, but then the sound disappeared immediately, leaving only a trail of blood on the tent.

The sound of the dagger cutting flesh was very creepy, but within a minute, Mousse walked out with blood on his hands.

"I killed several Kurgans. Take them."

Before she had time to wipe off the blood, a dark object was thrown out by her and fell into Wendlow's hands.

It was a human scalp that was still bleeding slowly, with the skin peeled off from the forehead to the back of the head.

My hands started shaking all of a sudden and the scalp fell to the ground. My feet were numb, but luckily I didn't lose consciousness.

"Moose, what's going on..."

This scalping thing was very normal for the dark elves, and it started when they followed Malekith to the land of Naggaroth.

By scalping the Huns, they demonstrated their killing ability, but there was another most crucial reason.

The appearance and smell of humans and elves are very different. If you don’t disguise yourself, you will be easily discovered by others.

"This, to hide your appearance and smell."

Mousse simply picked up a piece of scalp and covered his head with it, just like wearing a hat, hiding all his hair and pointed ears.

Blood was running down her cheeks, and from a distance, she really looked like a Kurgan woman wearing plate armor.

Windlow knew this truth well. Leaving the mainland of Zhendan and reaching the eastern prairie inherently meant risks.

Although there may be a portion of Kurgans willing to trade, the proportion is destined to be very low.

In order to ensure your own safety, disguising your identity is a very necessary behavior.

He could only pat his thighs which had recovered a little, picked up the scalp that he had just thrown on the ground, held it in his trembling hands, and then put it on his head.

It felt like carrying a weightless corpse, with a terrible chill from the top of the head to the neck.

It was as if there was a hanged ghost hanging behind him, causing Windlow to look back nervously from time to time, fearing that something would suddenly appear behind him.

It was at this time that, looking back, several Kurgan cavalrymen had appeared from the horizon, heading towards this place at the fastest speed.

Holding a whip, he ran as hard as he could.

It was definitely too late to escape at this point. On such a vast grassland, it was impossible to escape the pursuit of the Kurgan cavalry whether running or riding in a carriage.

Mousse simply gave Wendlow a look, telling him to hide aside quickly and leave the rest to her.

The Kurgan cavalry arrived in front of the two men in almost the blink of an eye. There were eight of them in total, wearing leather armor and holding longbows.

He quickly stopped his horse, scimitar in hand.

"Dulubahahashi, gajiguolan!"