"The new city... will be built in this place?"
Simbady could hardly believe his ears. The Silver Stream became thinner and thinner as it went south. When it reached the Blackwater Valley, it was almost completely swallowed by the yellow sand, which was also the origin of the Land of Exile.
"How can we survive in this vast desert without water and oases?"
Thuram's words caused an uproar among the Sand Nation people, and more than one person raised the same question.
"We can make it ourselves," Thuram replied loudly. "But before that, the vanguard has already found a water source. You'll see it when you get off the ship."
Instead of subsiding, the uproar became louder.
"Make it?" someone shouted. "How?"
"The Silver Stream is a gift from Mother Earth. How can we make it?"
"Three Gods above, only the messenger of God can turn the desert into an oasis..."
"If we can't do it, can we still go back to the Southern Region?"
"Yes, you're not going to leave us here and go back alone, are you?"
Facing the doubts of the crowd, Thuram hesitated for the first time. Simbady noticed that he secretly glanced at the people of Graycastle behind him. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "The great chief is omnipotent. If he says he can make it, he can make it. You just have to obey his orders! And Lady Silvermoon has promised that if you can't make it happen, not only will you return to the Port of Clearwater in advance, but you'll also get three months' pay! " Saying this, he patted the whip on his waist. "Of course, I won't leave in advance. If anyone wants to be lazy, be prepared to taste the iron whip!"
"So that's how it is..." Simbady realized that Thuram was not the manager of this team. The people of Graycastle standing behind him were the real masters.
During the holy duel, he had heard more than once about the strength of this group of people. Unlike the Queen of Clearwater, they were not inferior to the warriors of the big clans even in a head-on battle. But this was the Endless Cape. Even if they could defeat the watchdogs overnight, they were just an insignificant part of the boundless sea of sand.
Both the northerners and the great chief had underestimated the power of the desert.
Unfortunately, the people on the ship had no other choice.
About an hour later, the stone boat slowly approached the shore. Simbady dragged his tired body off the boat. Only when his feet landed on the soft sand did he feel relaxed, which he had not felt for a long time.
Finally, the world no longer shook incessantly.
"Look, what's that?" Molly pointed to the depths of the land. "A sentry tower?"
He followed her gaze and saw a black iron frame standing in the middle of the yellow sand. It did not seem to be far from the shore, and there were two flags fluttering on top of it. One was bright red, and the other seemed to be embroidered with complicated patterns.
Usually, Simbady would have wondered why a girl he only talked to occasionally would stay with him. But now, he had no energy to think about it. "Someone... got here first?"
"Let's go and take a look."
"Later." He shook his head. "It's better to wait for Sir Thuram's instructions."
Simbady still remembered those Sand Nation people who had fallen into the water. He did not want his sweetheart to be whipped in public.
"Molly, I finally found you!" His clansmen gradually gathered around. "Simbady, you're here too?"
"I thought you fainted from vomiting on the ship."
"Hahaha..." His words caused a burst of laughter.
Simbady lowered his head in embarrassment. He was indeed the weakest among his clansmen, whether it was in strength or courage. Usually, he was fine being talked about by others, but in front of Molly, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. In fact, during the few days at sea, he was even worse than Molly.
"Look, there's an iron tower!"
"How did they move such a heavy thing here?"
"Maybe it's a ship? I heard that the people of Graycastle have a direct passage to the Endless Cape. "
"Are we going to camp there tonight?"
"Probably. The Endless Cape is much more dangerous than the oasis. Someone must stay to guard it at night."
There were more than 20 people from the Fishbone clan, which was the smallest group among all the clans, but it could be said that all the young and strong people had come. One of his peers, Carlone, was one of the best. He was tall and handsome. Not only was he good at martial arts, but he was also favored by the clan chief. His words attracted everyone's attention. "I once participated in the exile of the Iron Sand City. The sandworms and scorpions here are much larger than those in the oasis. It's even said that the Giant Armored Scorpions, which dominate the land, are also active in this area. Therefore, we must be vigilant and try to set up tents as close to those people of Graycastle as possible."
"Do you think what Sir Thuram said is true? Can the great chief really create a body of water in the desert? "someone asked.
"Probably not." Carlone smacked his lips. "If he really has such an ability, he can become the ruler of the desert without a holy duel. There's no need for him to do this."
"Then what should we do?" Everyone was in an uproar.
"Don't worry. The great chief won't spend so much effort just to throw us into exile." Carlone's calm voice was full of confidence. "This operation may be just a whim. When the people of Graycastle realize that it's impossible, our work will be over. As for the three months' salary, Osha will never deny it! "
"That's right. Otherwise, no one will believe them!"
"I'm relieved to hear that. As long as we can go back, everything will be fine."
The clansmen all nodded, except for Simbady. He agreed with the first half of Carlone's words but had doubts about the second half. The people of Graycastle had indeed underestimated the desert and their plan to turn the Endless Cape into a town was doomed to fail. However, looking at the solemn-looking soldiers in uniform, Simbady faintly felt that the great chief was not just saying it casually.
At this time, some people began to move toward the iron tower. The team became scattered, but Thuram was still talking with the people of Graycastle, seemingly indifferent to all this.
"Shall we also go there?" a clansman suggested.
"You're right." Carlone nodded. "If they really camp near the iron tower, we can get a good position if we go there earlier. Everyone, follow me." He deliberately glanced at Molly and asked, "Do you need me to carry your luggage?"
Molly hesitated and shook her head. "Simbady said it's better to wait for Sir Thuram's order... Didn't he always emphasize that we should obey the rules?"
"It's not like we're staying on the ship and not getting off. Why does he have to care about this?"
"Simbady, are you frightened by the Endless Cape?"
"He might still be in a coma," the clansman who had laughed at him before said sarcastically again.
"I'm just worried that..." Simbady raised his head and was about to defend himself when a rapid whistle interrupted their conversation.
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