Chapter 771 Desert Vow

"The Great Chief... what is it?"

"Sounds like the patriarch of all clans..."

"Isn't that the same as the Messenger of the Three Gods?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and at this moment, the patriarch of the Blackwater clan, who had dropped to the fourth place, jumped onto the high platform and questioned loudly: "But the Roland Wimbledon you said is the king of the North Kingdom, he is not a How can the Mojin people rule the entire desert?"

Sure enough, Ashes thought to himself, this is one of the key issues to be faced in order to incorporate the extreme south into Graycastle, and then it will be up to Echo how to deal with it. Dust ↗ Fate ↙ Literature × Learning? Net

Huiyin glanced at the other party, and asked calmly, "Then the envoys of the three gods who once commanded the desert...are all Mojin people?"

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed in everyone's ears under the spread of magic power, and the leader of Heishui was no exception. He couldn't help being taken aback, "Uh, this..."

"We all know that the answer is no," Hui Yin saw that he was dumb for a moment, and turned his gaze to the audience again, "The envoys of the three gods are real giants. According to legend, they don't have the same appearance. Some have four legs and three hands. , some have many heads, but there is no doubt that they are not Mojin people!"

Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her tone a lot, "And the few words left by the messenger have become the norms that Mojinsha people abide by-these precepts engraved on the stone slabs happen to be about the rule of the desert. According to human records, one is to receive the blessings of the three gods, and the other is to open up a vast and endless oasis, so that all people in the tribe can stay away from hunger, thirst and death. As long as one of them is achieved, one should become the master of the extreme south!"

The discussion suddenly subsided, and no one would raise objections to the law left by the envoys of the three gods in the Burning Land. In fact, even the holy duel originated from the power distribution method in the law.

"But the envoys of the three gods did make the desert evergreen," the head of Heishui said, not reconciled to being ignored, pointing to Echo, "It is said that this place itself was an oasis thousands of years ago! Could it be that the King of Graycastle you are talking about can also Do this? Don't be blinded by false interests, what difference does it make to have such power and gods!"

"So as long as he can bring a new oasis to the sand people, you will recognize His Majesty's qualifications to unify the extreme south and regard him as the master, right?" Echo raised the corner of his mouth.

"That's right. And it's not just me, I'm afraid other tribesmen think so too!" The head of the Heishui clan never mentioned the first condition, and tied the opinions of most of the sand people present to himself.

"His Majesty Roland is indeed unable to turn the extreme south into a land of greenery, but he is willing to accept us into Graycastle, allowing us to live by the lakeside and the forest, and never be threatened by thirst and sandstorms!" Echo walked to the front of the stage , Said word by word, "This is the promise given by His Majesty, he will bring a new oasis - and the vast north is that boundless oasis that will never fade!"

Everyone took a deep breath and could hardly believe their ears.

Thuram was equally astonished.

It turns out that this is the real purpose of the Osha clan!

This is the meaning of the new oasis and new order in Iron Ax's Mouth!

Owning a land of evergreen is the dream of all Mojin people. For those small clans who are unable to compete for Iron Sand City, this temptation is even more unimaginable. Even if the big clan hesitates and is unwilling to see the earth-shaking changes in the order in the extreme south, it cannot stop the spread of the news—I am afraid that within half a month, this amazing news will be heard by the clansmen from various Yinchuan oases. Spread throughout the desert!

"No, this is simply nonsense, it's a lie, it's a deception!" The Blackwater clan shouted loudly, "Have you all forgotten the tragedy of the Blackbone and Sandstone clans? Queen Garcia’s words only lead to the end of death! Give oasis and water source? The cunning northerners will not do this, they will only give you a pond, a palm-sized territory, making you feel like you are in the extreme south Fighting endlessly, you have to work hard for them!"

Thuram sighed imperceptibly. If the holy duel had not started, these remarks would indeed have an excellent deterrent effect, but it is too late to say now.

Five duels, no one died. The benevolent image of the Aosha clan has spread throughout the small oasis. With a little guidance, it is not difficult for everyone to form the same benevolent impression of the northern king behind Aosha—and benevolent people obviously don’t Squeeze the people of the sand like the queen of clear water.

What's more, challengers like black bone and sandstone are willing to sell themselves to Garcia at a low price, which is enough to show the attractiveness of the living place. Even though they knew it might be a trap, some clansmen would go there with the mentality of giving it a try. If the King of Graycastle sincerely wanted to bring the extreme southern region under his jurisdiction, these pioneers would definitely become role models for more clans. As long as this start is made, the whole family's northward migration is almost doomed.

From building momentum to attract the attention of many clans, to creating a benevolent image by not killing anyone; becoming the leader of the clan with an undisputed sacred duel, and at the same time making other big clans who have been pardoned unwilling to turn against Osha under the eyes of everyone. Step-by-step moves are clearly planned.

He originally thought that he would play a pivotal role in the settlement of the Osha clan in Iron Sand City, but only now did he find out that he only provided the clansman needed by Osha and the information on the major clans in Iron Sand City, but the real plan , he was completely kept in the dark - the other party didn't take the settlement in Iron Sand City seriously at all, and revenge was just a matter of effort. This feeling has to be said to be a bit lost.

But the loss was only for a short moment, and Thuram soon cheered up again. If everything was true as the new owner said, Osha would undoubtedly become an existence far beyond the head of the clan. Then, as a member of Osha, he can obviously gain great benefits from it. Compared with the promising future, this small loss is nothing.

Sure enough, Echo shook his head lightly, "You are wrong, Lord Patriarch, what Garcia needs are mercenaries, not subjects, this is the biggest difference between her and His Majesty Roland. It is precisely because of this that she Only then did he pick out the black bones and sandstones with strong fighting power, but His Majesty is different, he regards all Mojin people as his subjects, so any clan can go to the Kingdom of Graycastle, it has nothing to do with how many young and strong men the clan has, it has nothing to do with whether the clan is strong or not It's irrelevant. He doesn't need the sand people to work for him—any benevolent king will not sit back and watch his subjects die needlessly!"

"But what about the price? We have to pay something, right?" Goulds, the head of the Kuangyan patriarch, stood up, "It is impossible for him to help the sand people for no reason, and I don't believe that there are gifts in this world that don't care about rewards!" He Gritting his teeth, "Say it out, I'm willing to accept it!"

"What His Majesty Roland wants is very simple, that is to work." Echo said calmly, "Like his thousands of people, work for the kingdom and work for yourself! Receive salary, improve life, receive education, and raise future generations... ...that's all he wanted to see."

"It's just... like this?" Gultz couldn't help but startled.

"That's right, a way to survive without fighting and struggling!" Hui Yin's tone rose again, "Everyone knows that the Yinchuan oasis has become less and less... I was still a child, near the endless sea. Oasis can also be seen occasionally at the southern end of the corner, but now, the white wasteland in the northwest is expanding, while the oasis has turned into sand, and even the small oasis around Iron Sand City is smaller than before. Could it be that the Mojin people have always planned to rely on fighting and duels to fight for the place of survival, soak their blood in the yellow sand, and finally disappear in the extreme south with the oasis? Tell me, are you willing to accept such a result!"

"No, my lord!"

"I want to go with you, Master Yinyue!"

"Please take me with you!"

There were bursts of noise from the crowd, like waves, spreading from the center of the high platform to the surroundings.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman on the stage who attracted the attention of many clans, Tie Fu couldn't help but knelt down on one knee, tears streaming from his eyes.

This scene has appeared countless times in dreams, especially on the night when Ao Sha became the challenger. However, when he woke up from the dream, the clan no longer existed and the princess became a slave. He thought he would never see such a day again.

But now, what Echo realized was one step closer to the scene in his dream. This feeling made his eyes sour, but his heart felt extremely fulfilled and proud.

Aosha finally got the favor of the three gods.

"I know there are still people who have concerns, but the facts will prove everything," Echo raised his right hand and said loudly, "Clans who are willing to follow me to the southern border of Graycastle can pack their bags now and set off for the small oasis to meet up. Latecomers don’t have to worry, I will leave people in the oasis to lead any clans that want to go to the Northland to find a livable place. As long as you abide by the laws of Graycastle, you will be protected by His Majesty, Graycastle Will always be open to you!"

No one knows who uttered the first cheer, but it was like a drop of ink falling into the water, and soon there were ripples that quickly spread throughout the Burning Lands.

The big clans are still silent, but compared to other people under the high platform, they have become insignificant.

For the first time, tribal voices from all corners of Yinchuan overwhelmed Iron Sand City.

There is a crack in the primitive and rigid order.

And the new order is taking shape amidst the din of voices.

It looks young and immature, but exudes endless vitality.

People knelt down, cheered the new clan leader, and bowed their heads to the birth of the warchief-not everyone has the courage to be the first mover, but there are always some who sacrifice everything for the Evergreen Land in their hearts .

That day, people's cries were heard in the Burning Lands.

That day, the desert had a new owner.