"Great chief... what's that?"
"It sounds like he's the chief of all the clans..."
"Isn't that the same as the Three Gods Emissary?"
There was a lot of discussion. Just then, the chief of the Black Water clan, who had dropped to the fourth place, jumped onto the stage and questioned loudly, "But you said that Roland Wimbledon was the King of the Northern Kingdom. If he wasn't a Mojin, how could he rule the entire desert?"
"Here it comes," Ashes thought to herself. This was one of the key problems in bringing the Southernmost Region into Graycastle. Now, it was up to Echo how to deal with it.
Echo looked at him and asked calmly, "So the Three Gods Emissary who once ruled the desert... were all Mojins?"
Her voice was not loud, but it reverberated in everyone's ears through the transmission of magic power. The chief of the Black Water clan was no exception. He could not help but be stunned, "Uh, this..."
"We all know that the answer is no." Seeing that he was speechless, Echo looked at the crowd again and said, "The Three Gods Emissary was a real giant. In the legends, they didn't look the same. Some had four legs and three hands, and some had many heads. But there's no doubt that they were not Mojins!"
At this point, she suddenly raised her voice a lot. "The few words left by the emissary became a common rule for the Mojin Sand people to abide by. These laws engraved on the stone slabs happened to record the ruler of the desert. One was to receive the blessings of the Three Gods, and the other was to open up a vast and boundless oasis so that all the people could avoid hunger, thirst, and death. As long as one could do one of them, he should be the master of the Southernmost Region! "
The discussion suddenly quieted down. No one would object to the laws left by the Three Gods Emissary in the Land of Fire. In fact, even the holy duel was based on the distribution of power in the laws.
"But the Three Gods Emissary did make the desert evergreen." The chief of the Black Water clan was unwilling to be ignored. He pointed at Echo and said loudly, "It's said that thousands of years ago, this place itself was an oasis! Can the King of Graycastle also do that? Don't be blinded by false interests. With that kind of power, what's the difference between him and a god? "
"So as long as he can bring a new oasis to the Sand people, you'll recognize His Majesty as the master of the Southernmost Region, right?" Echo raised the corner of her mouth.
"That's right. And it's not just me, I'm afraid the other clansmen also think so! " The chief of the Black Water tribe did not mention the first condition at all, and tied the opinions of most of the Sand Nation people to himself.
"It's true that His Majesty couldn't turn the Southernmost Region into a green land, but he was willing to take us into Graycastle and let us live by the lake and the forest, where we would never be threatened by thirst and sandstorms!" Echo walked to the front of the stage and said word by word, "This is the promise given by His Majesty. He will bring a new oasis. And the vast and fertile north is the boundless oasis that will never fade!"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and almost couldn't believe their ears.
Thuram was equally shocked.
So that was the real purpose of the Osha clan!
This was the meaning of the new oasis and new order that Iron Axe had mentioned!
It was the dream of all Mojins to have an evergreen land. For those small clans who were unable to compete for the Iron Sand City, this temptation was even more unimaginable. Even if the big clans were hesitant and unwilling to see the order of the Southernmost Region change dramatically, they could not stop the spread of the news. Perhaps in less than half a month, this amazing news would be spread throughout the desert by the clansmen from the Silver Stream Oasis!
"No, this is simply nonsense. It's a lie, a deception!" The chief of the Black Water tribe shouted loudly, "Have you all forgotten the tragedy of the Black Bone Clan and the Sandstone Clan? It was because they believed the words of the Queen of Clearwater, Garcia, that they were killed and their clans exterminated! Give them an oasis and a water source? The cunning northerners won't do that. They'll only give you a pond, a fist-sized territory, and let you fight for it endlessly like in the Southernmost Region, and you'll have to work for them with your lives! "
Thuram sighed imperceptibly. If it had been before the holy duel, this speech would have indeed played an excellent deterrent role, but now it was too late.
The benevolent image of the Osha clan had already spread throughout the small oasis. With a little guidance, it would not be difficult to make people form the same benevolent image of the King of the Northern Kingdom behind the Osha clan — and obviously, a benevolent person would not oppress the Sand Nation like the Queen of Clearwater.
Moreover, challengers like Black Bone and Sandstone were willing to sell themselves to Garcia cheaply, which was enough to show the attraction of a place to live. Even if they knew it might be a trap, there would still be clansmen who went there with the mentality of giving it a try. If the King of Graycastle sincerely wanted to bring the Southernmost Region under his jurisdiction, this group of pioneers would inevitably become an example for more clans. As long as this was started, the whole clan's northward migration was almost a foregone conclusion.
From creating a momentum to attract the attention of many clans, to creating a benevolent image by not killing a single person, to becoming the head of the clans through the indisputable holy duel, and at the same time, to making the other large clans who had been pardoned unwilling to turn against Osha in public, all these steps had obviously been planned long ago.
He had thought that he would play a pivotal role in the Osha clan settling in Iron Sand City, but only now did he realize that he had only provided the clansmen that Osha needed, as well as information about the clans in Iron Sand City. As for the real plan, he was completely kept in the dark — the other side did not take settling in Iron Sand City seriously at all, and revenge would be a piece of cake for them. He had to admit that he was a little disappointed.
But the disappointment only lasted for a moment, and Thuram soon cheered up again. If everything was as his new master said, Osha would undoubtedly become the head of the clans. Then, as a member of Osha, he would obviously benefit greatly from it. Compared to the bright future ahead, this little disappointment was nothing.
As expected, Echo shook her head lightly. "You're wrong, chief. What Garcia needs are mercenaries, not citizens. This is the biggest difference between her and His Majesty Roland. Because of this, she chose Black Bone and Sandstone, who were stronger in combat. But His Majesty is different. He sees all Mojins as his people, so any clan can go to the Kingdom of Graycastle. It has nothing to do with the number of young men in the clan or the strength of the clan. He doesn't need the Sand Nation to work for him — no merciful king will sit by and watch his people die needlessly! "
"But what's the price? We have to pay something, don't we? " Chief Guelz of Wildflame stood up. "He won't help the Sand Nation for no reason, and I don't believe that there is such a thing in this world that doesn't care about rewards!" He clenched his teeth. "Tell me, I'm willing to accept!"
"What His Majesty wants is very simple, that is, work," Echo said frankly. Echo said calmly, "Just like his millions and millions of people, work for the kingdom, work for themselves! Receive a salary, improve their lives, receive education, raise their children... this is all he wants. "
"Just... like this?" Guelz could not help but be startled.
"That's right. A way to survive without fighting and struggling!" Echo's tone rose again. "Everyone knows that the Silver Stream Oasis is becoming fewer and fewer... When I was a child, I could occasionally see traces of oasis at the southern end of Endless Cape. But now, the white wasteland in the northwest is constantly expanding, and the oasis is turning into sand. Even the small oasis around Iron Sand City is smaller than before. Do the Mojins plan to fight for survival by killing and dueling, soak their blood in the yellow sand, and finally disappear from the Southernmost Region with the oasis? Tell me, are you willing to accept this result? "
"No, Your Majesty!"
"I want to go with you, Your Majesty Silvermoon!"
"Please take me with you!"
There was a burst of noise from the crowd, like a wave, spreading from the center of the high platform to the surroundings.
Looking at the beautiful woman on the platform who had gathered the attention of many clans, Iron Axe could not help but kneel on one knee, a line of hot tears welling up in his eyes.
This scene had appeared in his dreams countless times, especially on the night when Osha became a challenger. However, when he woke up from his dream, the clans no longer existed, and the princess became a slave. He had thought that he would never see such a day again.
But now, what Echo had achieved was one step closer to his dream. This feeling made his eyes water, but his heart felt incomparably full and proud.
Osha had finally received the Three Gods' favor.
"I know there are still people who have doubts, but the truth will prove everything." Echo raised her right hand and said loudly, "Those clans who are willing to go with me to the Southern Region of Graycastle can now pack up and set off for the small oasis. Those who come later, don't worry. I will leave some people in the oasis to guide any clans who want to go to the Northern Kingdom to a suitable place to live. As long as you abide by the laws of Graycastle, you will be people under the protection of His Majesty. Graycastle will always be open to you! "
No one knew who made the first cheer, but it was like a drop of ink falling into water, quickly creating ripples that quickly spread to the entire Land of Fire.
The big clans were still silent, but compared to the others under the high platform, they seemed insignificant.
For the first time, the voices of the clans from every corner of Silver Stream overwhelmed the voices of Iron Sand City.
A crack appeared in the primitive and old-fashioned order.
A new order was taking shape in the boiling cauldron of voices.
It looked young and immature, but it exuded infinite vitality.
People knelt down one after another, cheering for the new head of the clans, and bowing their heads to pay respect to the birth of the great chief. Not everyone had the courage to be a pioneer, but there were always some people who would give everything for the evergreen land in their hearts.
That day, people's cheers spread endlessly in the Land of Fire.
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