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Chapter 166 Plan Changes
"They stopped?"

When Boyce heard the news brought by the guards, he was a little surprised at first, and then he looked happy.

A lot of the pressure in his heart came from the enemies approaching the city.

Considering that it had only been a short time since this enemy defeated our own troops, the sense of oppression that was about to come was even stronger.

But now that the enemy has chosen to stop and set up camp, it is equivalent to telling the "Talek" side that they will not launch an attack immediately.

On the contrary, it gave "Talek" a chance to breathe.

"Yes, Lord Boyce!"

"According to information from the watchtower, the enemy has set up tents and started building walls."

"They seem to have mastered a power that makes rocks levitate, so the camp is going very quickly!"

"Floating?" Boyce repeated with some confusion, and then immediately responded.

This is probably the same method as their "sandstorm-making" power.

As we all know, all great power comes from the gods.

The limit that humans can achieve on their own is to have an extraordinary body of fine bronze.

The power of the sand people is no exception.

Since they can rely on the power of a certain desert god to create sandstorms, they can also rely on his power to move stones and build fortresses.

The specific method may be divine magic, or it may be a strange object or even a holy object.

However, in this way, Boyce became more certain that this group of sand people did not intend to attack the city immediately.

No matter what means these sand people used to reach the north from the Pustonian Desert, there is no doubt about one thing——

They must have traveled long distances and would never have had enough time to become familiar with the conditions in the north.

Then consider the current sworn hatred between the natives of Yug Continent and the Sivir people.

The strategies adopted by the sand people are destined to be straightforward, and they will be as simple and crude as possible to accomplish their goals of retaliating against the Siverians or other purposes.

In the face of an unfamiliar environment and the high walls of the fortified "Talek", it is a completely unreasonable fantasy to pretend to postpone the attack so that the forces in the city can be careless.

Boyce would have laughed out loud if the sand people, who were as vast as the peaches, really had such an illusion.

Furthermore, the power of divine blessings is not infinite.

After creating a sandstorm large enough to cover the battlefield and using similar power to build a camp, it was natural for the sand people to stop and recover.

This may not be a bad opportunity for "Talek".

Taking advantage of this period of stability that does not know how long it will last, Boyce can also try his best to recover the losses and subsequent effects caused by the previous failed ambush.

"Paul!"

The guard whose name was called by Boyce immediately stepped out of the guard team on the battlement, ran to Boyce, saluted, and responded with great energy:

"exist!"

"Go to the garrison in the north of the city and notify all team officers, asking them to immediately recall all resting guards in their team."

"Yes!"

"Baffler!"

"exist!"

"Go to the Security Department immediately and invite Mr. Eric to come over."

"Just say I have something important to discuss."

"Lord Patriarch, when are we going to attack?"

"That's right, those Siverians are as weak as sand dogs. We should directly attack their city and kill them all!"

"Master Patriarch, with the blessing of Father Sha and Mother Feng, this bullshit Tarek is like a broken house. We only need to kick it hard and it will collapse!"

The "Jia" tribe's station in Rock Hill was now filled with the clamor of the sand people.

The wall made of layers of sand and stone has been completed, and the sand people spontaneously gathered around the leader to give advice and suggestions.This can be regarded as a common tradition among the small Sand People tribe.

Since the structure of small tribes is generally relatively simple, usually consisting of three levels: "slaves and 'nobody' - ordinary sand people - leaders", there is no special decision-making body.

Under normal circumstances, any ordinary sand citizen has the right to make suggestions to the tribe, and also has the power to refute the suggestions made by another sand citizen.

Every tribal gathering is chaotic, and sometimes when the mood comes to a head, it can even turn into a group fight.

Of course, this does not affect the efficiency of tribal decision-making, and the cruel desert cannot allow an inefficient system to exist——

The sand people only have the power to make suggestions, and the final decision lies with the clan leader.

However, if possible, Garnside still hopes that everyone in the tribe will support his decision.

After all, his power as the patriarch is not unlimited.

If he is regarded as a coward or if he causes the tribe to suffer heavy losses, his rule as a patriarch may be ended at any time by a rebellion started by a sand people with evil intentions.

"Warriors, I understand your determination to kill the Shiverians."

Garnside's loud voice rang out, silencing the noisy shouts on the field.

"To be honest, when I saw those Siverians who were as weak as ants, I wanted to rush into their city immediately."

"Go and crush them all and take away their women, their food, and all their wealth!"

Having said this, the leader of the Sand People paused for a moment.

Sure enough, there were warm cheers and echoes from the audience.

In this battle, the losses of the "Jia" tribe were very small.

The main losses were concentrated before Garnside activated [Realm of Confusion].

But even under the conditions of "fair competition" at that time, the Sand People only suffered casualties of more than ten people.

Later, when the dust was flying, the sand people only paid the price of one death and four injuries, and they easily defeated all the enemies who were more numerous than themselves and had geographical advantages.

Under such a huge victory, anyone would have the idea of ​​​​going all out to completely eliminate the enemy.

Besides, with the [Wind Summoning Ceremony] present, no matter how high the wall of "Talek" is built, it is nothing more than a living target.

Garnside looked around, taking in the high emotions of the tribesmen, and sighed silently in his heart.

It is not unreasonable for the "Jia" tribe to thrive for so many years and still be just a small tribe.

When faced with pressure, everyone gave full play to their caution as members of a small tribe, acted steadily, and unanimously chose the good goal of "Talek".

But now that they had an advantage, the barbaric nature of the sand people took over again, and they began to want to go on a rampage without hesitation.

The same was true for the previous patriarch.

So he went on a rampage to the end, knocking the position of the clan leader into his hands, Garnside.

"But, warriors, it is precisely because the enemy is weak that we need to wait!"

After giving the tribesmen some time, Garnside's voice sounded again.

Sure enough, as soon as his words came out, there was opposition from the audience:
"Master Patriarch, you asked us to hurry up when we first got off the boat, and now you want us to wait. How come you keep changing?"

Garnside glanced at the young man who jumped out. He didn't seem to care about his rash words. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Gafoucault, you are right."

"We really need a change."

"Gabor is already on his way west."

"Xiangxi?" Gafouco looked at the patriarch with some confusion.

The leader of the sand people nodded:
"Go west, and then bring the clansmen we left on the river beach where we disembarked from."

"Since we want to fight Tarek."

"Then fight with all your strength!"

　Thanks to Lan Hai Zhi Zhi, Chen Lun, Dragon Knight_EB, and he is a naughty boy’s monthly ticket!
　　
　
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