Chapter 802 Iron Whip Discipline

A new city... built in this place?

Simbady could hardly believe his ears. Yinchuan becomes smaller as it goes south, and it will almost be completely swallowed up by the yellow sand when it reaches the Blackwater River Valley. This is also the origin of the land of exile.

How can we survive in this vast desert without water and oasis?

The sand people on the whole ship were in an uproar over Thuram's words, and more than one person raised the same doubts as him.

"There is no water, we can make it ourselves," Thuram replied loudly, "and before that, the vanguard has found a source of water that can be used, and you can see it when you get off the boat."

Not only did the noise not subside, but it became louder.

"Made?" someone yelled, "How?"

"Yinchuan is a gift from Mother Earth, how can we do this?"

"The three gods are above, only the messengers of the gods can turn the desert into an oasis..."

"If we can't do it, can we go back to the southern border?"

"Yes, you don't want to leave us here, run back alone!"

Facing everyone's doubts, Thuram hesitated for the first time. Simbady noticed that he had secretly glanced at the Graycastle people behind him, so he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "The great chief is omnipotent. He said that if he can make something, he will be able to make it. You just need to obey the order!" And Lord Silver Moon promised that if If this cannot be achieved, you will not only be able to return to Port of Clearwater ahead of schedule, but you will also get three months of full compensation!" He patted the whip on his waist, "Of course I won't leave early—if anyone wants If you are lazy, prepare to taste the taste of the iron whip!"

So that's how... Simbady realized that Thuram was not the manager of this team, but those Graycastle people standing indifferently behind were the real masters.

During the holy duel, he had heard more than once how powerful this group was. Unlike the Queen of Clear Water, even if they fought head-on, they would not lose to the warriors of the big clan at all. But this is the endless cape, even if they can defeat the watchdog overnight, it is only an insignificant part of the boundless sand sea.

Whether it is the northerners or the great chief, I am afraid that they have far underestimated the power of the desert.

It's a pity that the people on board have no more choices.

About half an hour later, the stone boat slowly approached the shore, and Simbady walked off the boat with his sore and tired body. It wasn't until the moment his feet landed on the soft sand that he felt the long-lost relaxation.

The world finally stopped shaking.

"Look, what's that?" Mu Li pointed to the depths of the land, "Watch tower?"

He followed the gaze of the other party, and saw a black iron frame erected in the yellow sand, which seemed not too far from the coast, with two flags fluttering on its top, one was bright red, and the other seemed to be embroidered with complicated patterns. pattern.

Normally, Simbady would have wondered why the girl who only talked to him once in a while would always be by his side, but now he has no energy to think about this issue, "Someone... got here first?"

"Let's go and have a look."

"Later," he shook his head, "it's better to wait for Lord Thuram to give instructions before leaving."

The sand people who fell into the water are still fresh in Simbady's memory, and he doesn't want his beloved to be punished with an iron whip in public.

"Mulli, I finally found you!" The people of the same clan gradually gathered around, "Sinbad, are you here too?"

"I thought you passed out on the boat."

"Hahaha..." These words caused a burst of low laughter.

Simbady lowered his head in embarrassment, he is indeed the weaker one in the clan, no matter in terms of strength or courage. It's okay to be talked about by everyone, but in front of Mu Li, he suddenly felt his cheeks burn. In fact, during the few days at sea, his performance was not as good as Mu Li.

"Look, there's an iron tower over there!"

"How did they move such a heavy thing here?"

"Probably a ship? I heard that the people of Graycastle have a channel that leads directly to the Endless Cape."

"Shall we camp there tonight?"

"It shouldn't be wrong. Endless Cape is much more dangerous than an oasis, and people must be guarded at night."

A total of more than 20 people from the Yubone clan came, which is the smallest group among all the clans, but this scale can be said to be young and strong. One of the peers named Carlon is the best among them. He is tall and handsome. I have participated in the exile escort of Iron Sand City. Whether it is sandworms or poisonous scorpions here, they are much larger than those in the oasis. It is even rumored that the iron-clad giant scorpion that dominates the earth is also active in this area, so everyone must be vigilant , when the time comes, set up tents as close as possible to those Graycastle people."

"Do you think what Lord Thuram said is true? Can the great chief really create a piece of water in the desert?" someone asked.

"Nine times out of ten it won't work," Caron smacked his lips. "If he really has the ability to become the ruler of the desert without a holy duel, why bother."

"Then what should we do?" Everyone couldn't help commotion.

"Don't worry, the great chief will not spend so much effort just to throw us into exile." His calm voice seemed full of confidence, "This action may be just on his whim, when the people of Graycastle find out If we can't achieve it, our work will be over. As for the three-month salary, Osha will definitely not let it go!"

"That's right, otherwise who would believe them!"

"I'm relieved when you say that, as long as I can go back."

Everyone in the tribe nodded, only Simbady did not agree. He agreed with the first half of Carlon's words in his heart, but he still had doubts about the second half - the people of Graycastle really underestimated the desert and wanted to turn the Endless Cape into a desert. The town's plan was doomed to fail, but looking at the soldiers in uniform with serious expressions, he vaguely felt that the chief was not just talking casually.

At this time, some people had started to move towards the iron tower, and the team became dispersed, while Thuram was still talking with the people of Graycastle, seemingly indifferent to all this.

"Shall we go there too?" the tribe suggested.

"That's right," Carlon nodded, "If you really set up camp near the iron tower, you can get a good spot by going there earlier. Come with me." He also took a special look at Mu Li, "I need you to help me." Do you have a bag?"

The latter hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Simbady said it's best to wait until Lord Thuram gives the order before leaving... Didn't he always emphasize the need to observe discipline?"

"It's not like we're stuck on the boat and won't get off, so he has to take care of it?"

"Sinbad, aren't you scared by the Endless Cape?"

"Maybe he's still fainting now." The clansman who laughed at him before teased again.

"I'm just worried—" Simbady raised his head, and was just about to make some distinctions, when a burst of hasty whistles interrupted everyone's conversation.

"Everyone, gather now!" Thuram, who had turned a blind eye to the departing people before, walked in front of many clans at some point. He stretched out three fingers and said with a sneer, "I only give you three breaths. If it exceeds one breath, it will be counted as a whip—this is the second lesson I have given you, remember it all!"