Be a legal businessman in Liyue!

Wang Que looked around at the weeping desert people around him, a cold smile on his face. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Que, I'm a merchant from Liyue. Not long ago, I was attacked by the Gilded Brigade called the Eye of Achmar in the Port of Ormos."

Having said this, Wang Que paused slightly.

The wailing and crying around died down a little.

The Eye of Akhmar, these desert people naturally knew what it was.

It is the gilded brigade that came out of their tribe.

In an instant, everyone understood what was going on.

That guy Mizri got into trouble and ended up getting beaten up at his house.

However, the hatred in Cassia's heart did not disappear, but became even stronger.

Although you are taking revenge, what is your basis for revenge?

If Mizri wants to rob you, why don’t you just let him do it? What right do you have to retaliate?

Looking at the man who looked like the leader, with hatred constantly emerging in his eyes, Wang Que knew that this was a person with the same double standards as himself.

What else is there to say?

It's not like he's really here to make friends.

He brings disaster!

Wang Que disliked neither the academic cliques in the Academy of Religious Affairs nor the thugs among the desert people.

He wants to develop Xumi and make more profits, both of which need to be cleaned up.

"You seem very dissatisfied?"

Wang Que looked at Cassia and waved his hand without waiting for a response: "Forget it, I don't want to listen either."

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed, and fire gushed out from the ground.

As the most powerful warrior in the tribe, Cassia didn't even have the chance to react. He was instantly engulfed by the underground fire and burned to ashes.

The sudden scene stunned everyone around.

The instant death of their leader frightened the people of the Cassia tribe.

Any trace of crying and wailing that had been heard before was gone.

In front of other tribes, they were brutal plunderers.

But now, in front of Wang Que, they are the weaker one.

Weak people...are not even worthy of crying.

Glancing around, Wang Que raised his head and said, "From now on, there will be no Cassia tribe. You will all be my slaves and part of my assets until you pay off the money you owe me."

There was silence all around.

After dozens of breaths,

A strong-looking desert dweller hesitated and said, "Sir, how much do we owe you?"

He didn't care about becoming a slave, but instead cared about how much money he owed.

In their minds, it is not uncommon to be plundered and enslaved by other tribes after being defeated in a war.

Tanit even kidnapped children from other tribes to train as assassins.

This Liyue person even asked them to earn money to redeem themselves, which doesn't seem too bad.

Chapter 355 Survival and Faith

Wang Que himself didn't know that he felt that the severe punishment he imposed was actually a daily routine for the Cassia tribe.

Tribal attacks in the desert have always been bloody.

It can be said that among the tribes that can survive in the desert, there is no tribe that does not have the blood of others on its hands.

Wang Que shattered the backbone of the Cassia tribe with one shot.

When they are absolutely unable to defeat the other side, it is their instinctive response to become the other side's prisoner and preserve the last bloodline of the tribe.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wang Que is from Liyue, not from the rainforest.

If the rainforest people attacked, then, for the sake of their breath, the desert people might fight to the death.

But since he is a businessman from Liyue, it does not involve hatred between the two sides, so it is not so difficult to accept.

Wang Que looked at the soldier who had spoken: "Can you make the decision?"

The warrior nodded: "Cassia is dead. As the captain of the hunting team, I will automatically become the new Cassia."

This is the rule of the Cassia tribe. The leader is Cassia, and Cassia is the leader.

Looks silly.

But in reality, it's a very smart approach in a dangerous social environment.

The things that generations of Cassias have done and the reputation they have accumulated will remain in the name Cassias.

In the ignorant tribal era, this could make the Cassia tribe intimidating to the outside world.

It is equivalent to the second king of something in the medieval West.

It is essentially a continuation of the prestige of the predecessor.

Finally, a rule was formed.

"Okay, you can call me Cassia." Wang Que nodded. "As for how much you owe me? Well, let's say 100,000 Mora each."

Wang Que looked around and said, "I see there are about 1,800 people in your tribe, so let's just count you as one hundred million Mora."

The new Cassia’s eyes widened: “One, one hundred million Mora?”

This was a number he couldn't even imagine.

For the tribes in the desert, having hundreds of thousands of Moras is enough for the tribe to live a good life.

For example, when we opened the treasure house of the Tanit tribe, we only found a little Mora.

One hundred million Mora is a figure they can never pay back.

"Ha, don't worry, I will arrange work for you, provided you are obedient."

Wang Que smiled.

He had originally thought that a bloody crackdown would be necessary.

I didn't expect these desert people to be so receptive.

Perhaps, the thousand years of chaos and disorder in the desert have made them understand the truth that the strong are respected.

"Arrange people, count the number of people, and collect their assets. They will be mine from now on." Wang Que waved to a guy behind him.

Soon, more guys came down from the floating city.

And some suspended small field force floating platforms equipped with weapon systems.

Although these desert people seemed to have surrendered, Wang Que could not test them by jeopardizing the safety of his men.

Therefore, before order is re-established here, there must be sufficient military force to maintain it.

As for the tribal assets.

Naturally, they all belong to Wang Que. This is part of the compensation.

The new coach Casillas has no objection to this.

With the help of kinetic machinery, the ruins of the camp were quickly cleared.

The chief's tent was patched up and re-erected.

Wang Que naturally would not be polite and occupied this place.

Sit in the main seat,

Wang Que looked at Cassia below and said, "You are the main members of the Eye of Achmar. So, how much do you know about the Legacy of the God-King?"

The new Cassia seemed a little dazed. After hearing Wang Que's question, he paused for a moment before speaking, "The Legacy of the Divine King is a very large and secretive organization. Only the previous Cassia and Mizri know their contact information within the tribe."

"The others were led into the Legacy of the God King by them and are unaware of the inside story."

"I only know part of it. They believe in the Red King, gather powerful warriors from the desert, and form different gilded brigades. They want to accomplish something great."

Wang Que nodded slightly. This answer was not what he expected.

If anyone from any tribe could know the secret of the God-King's legacy, this organization would have been exposed long ago.

Actually, the relics of the God King are quite deep.

Dixia searched for a long time but couldn't find anything.

"Then do you believe in the Red King?" Wang Que asked again.

Cassia hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Sir, we have no faith."

"Hmm? But doesn't your tribe support the Eye of Akhmara?" Wang Que was a little curious.

"It's for survival, my lord," Cassia replied. "We support the Eye of Akhmar because they will bring back enough supplies so that the tribe can survive."

He felt that the Liyue person in front of him did not seem to be like those people in the Order Institute, who liked to bully the desert people.

After hesitating for a moment, Cassia spoke again: "For us, survival is always more important than faith."

"If believing in the Red King can bring me benefits, I will believe in him."

“Similarly, if faith doesn’t bring benefits, I won’t believe.”

Wang Que nodded slightly.

He finally understood why the introduction of the Gilded Brigade specifically stated that they were people without faith.

Because they want to survive.

Only those in the desert who do not need to worry about survival have faith.

That's interesting.

In Wang Que's understanding, faith often arises because of the inability to survive.

People can only place their hope on faith.

But now, the situation in the desert is reversed.

Only when people stop worrying about survival will they start to think about faith.

"Is it because they know their god is dead?"

Wang Que thought to himself.

Because they knew that the gods were dead, they abandoned their faith just to survive.

Without the pressure of survival, people will consider bringing back the dead gods.

Human beings are such interesting creatures.

"Well, do you know which other tribes support the Legacy of the God-King?"

Wang Que asked again.

If he wanted to unify the desert, he naturally couldn't rely solely on the Cassia tribe.

After understanding the logic behind the lower-level desert tribes' issues of survival and faith, Wang Que felt that he could speed up.

"Yes. As far as I know, among the tribes active in the Lower Erosion Zone, there are at least thirty-six that support the Legacy of the God-King."

Cassia spoke.

Wang Que directly handed over a map: "Mark out their range of activities."

In the plot, for various reasons, we have very few contacts with desert tribes.

This makes the desert look deserted.

But in fact, the Gilded Brigade can meet Xumi's employment needs.

Although the desert is barren, there are many people.

Generally speaking, the Gilded Brigade is only formed among young and middle-aged people. If a tribe sends out a young and middle-aged person to form a Gilded Brigade, then they have to keep five to ten young and middle-aged people in the tribe.