After all, the cancerous race is a race. There are requirements for hierarchy and class patterns. Whether it is goblins, lizardmen, or headhunters, it is the same. Moreover, there is more trust and unity among the same race. Although the bandits have strong individual combat effectiveness, they come from various races. The combination of their interests is purely based on mutual interests. There is no trust at all, and naturally there is no unity.

"You'd better leave quickly. If the bandits get close, you won't be able to escape." The chief said anxiously when he saw that Zhang Peng did not move.

"It's okay, don't worry. I just want to see those bandits." Zhang Peng said calmly, and turned his head to look at the mole people.

The mole man immediately understood, called his companions, and brought out a stick wrapped in black linen, and carried it in front of Zhang Peng with a whooshing voice.

The bandit group sped up and got closer and closer, stopping about fifty meters away. Two bandits walked towards Zhang Peng and the nervous chief.

The leader was a porcupine man, followed by a lizard man holding a bow and arrow. When the chief saw the two of them, he immediately prepared to step forward, but the lizard man suddenly bent his bow and shot an arrow. The arrow flew out with a whoosh and pierced the ground obliquely in front of the chief's feet. The chief immediately stopped.

Zhang Peng turned his head and looked, then looked at the lizardman who was shooting the arrow. His face remained calm. He reached out to take the stick raised by the mole man and untied the black linen on it.

The porcupine man wore a defiant and disdainful smile. He pointed his broadsword and grunted twice, saying, "Hmph, resources for lives. Resources are given per head. Food is best. You know the rules. Don't make me talk nonsense."

"Half, half, not that many, only half." The chief shouted loudly to the porcupine man, while the tribesmen behind him raised their weapons and howled. This was a threat, telling the bandits that enough was enough, if a real fight broke out, we would not be easy to mess with.

Zhang Peng continued to untie the black linen while looking at both sides curiously. It was the first time he saw the tribesmen and the bandits arguing with each other, and he was quite curious.

He always thought that the bandits would just rob without saying a word and take as much as they could. He didn't expect that it was not the case. They could actually negotiate. And judging from the chief's expression, this kind of thing had happened more than once or twice.

This is where Zhang Peng got the wrong answer. The bandits are not fools. They are here for money, not to kill people. If they rob people directly, the other party will fight back desperately, and people will die. The bandits don't want to throw their lives away on such a meaningless thing. The best way is to get the resources without losing manpower.

"Who are those guys? Why haven't I seen them before?" The porcupine man did not respond to the chief's words, but pointed his knife at Zhang Peng and asked.

"They have nothing to do with us. They are a caravan. We won't pay for their heads." The chief sold Zhang Peng without hesitation. Anyway, all the things had been exchanged and Zhang Peng was no longer useful. There was no friendship between them. Friends were meant to be sold.

Zhang Peng glanced at the chief and clicked his lips. He didn't care that the chief betrayed him. This was normal. The tribes he came into contact with were basically like this. The tribe's interests were the greatest. He was just a businessman. Without him, Zhang Peng, there would be Liu Peng and Wang Peng. Anyway, there would always be the next businessman. People would not fight to the death with the bandits for him.

They were originally two groups, and they had to protect their own interests with their own hands. They had to have their own strength to live a better life. When he was making acquisitions in the tribe just now, Zhang Peng saw the chief's changing eyes from time to time. If the black warrior had not been protecting him, the chief might have turned into a bandit in advance.

When he heard the word "caravan", the porcupine man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Caravans are good, they have abundant resources, whether it is robbing or extortion, caravans are a good target, a big fat sheep!

"People from the caravan, come out and talk to one another." The porcupine man simply ignored the chief and shouted at Zhang Peng. Since the tribe couldn't run away anyway, they could just follow the caravan first.

The lizard man stuck out his tongue, drew his bow, and aimed it at Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng looked at the porcupine man coldly, and finally untied the black linen, revealing a long stick about three meters long inside. He walked towards the porcupine man with the long stick. Seeing Zhang Peng's movement, the lizard man's arrow immediately locked onto him, and his eyes looked at the long stick in Zhang Peng's hand.

The two black warriors took two quick steps silently, stood in front of Zhang Peng, and protected him as he moved forward. The remaining dozen or so black warriors followed Zhang Peng.

After walking a few steps forward, Zhang Peng stopped, raised the long stick in his hand, and thrust it into the ground with force. On the top of the long stick was a skull!

Zhang Peng held the Undead Flag, looked at the Porcupine Man calmly, and said slowly: "What do you want? Tell me."

The murderous aura of the black warrior spread, and the muscles at the corners of the lizardman archer's eyes twitched. With fear in his eyes, he glanced at the porcupine man imperceptibly, and the porcupine man's expression was not good either.

This human merchant's guards are extraordinary, with such a murderous aura.

The porcupine man had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The businessman in front of him seemed different from the businessmen he had met before. He was not panicking at all and was very calm.

He looked at Zhang Peng, then at the erected undead flag, his eyes suddenly bulging.

Skull?!

After the battle between the Undead and the Cancer Alliance, the skull symbol was no longer used casually in the wasteland. It was the symbol of the Undead. Although the Undead had never admitted it, everyone tacitly accepted it.

What does it mean that this human in front of me is holding up a long stick with a skull on it?

The porcupine man suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard recently. There was a human businessman wandering in the wilderness. He had a large amount of resources and claimed to be a companion of the undead.

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