Don't move, it's a robbery!

The so-called Desert Spirits are actually elemental creatures called Ifrits. In most cases, Ifrits are not interested in living things; they simply stay in arid and hot places and quietly spend their lives.

But 300 years ago, a hero appeared in the south who possessed the ability to create elemental creatures at will, forcibly sign contracts with them, and arbitrarily control them to fight for him.

This hero was also quite ambitious. After receiving the hero's legacy, he immediately declared that he would become the king of the desert.

Logically speaking, with such great power, this hero should have had no difficulty unifying the south. Even if he acted against the will of the people and lost their support, his formidable military strength would have been enough to suppress rebellions in various places. At most, he would only be cursed by later generations as a tyrant.

However, as everyone knows, no country was ever established in the south. At most, some city-states formed alliances. The reason for this is that this desert king never launched any war of unification.

In fact, some city-states wanted to submit to him and sent tributes to him, ready to bow down to this brave man.

However, although the hero accepted the gifts, he had no intention of taking them as his dogs. Instead, he told the messengers to stay away from him, not to get close, and not to have any physical contact with them.

Not only that, he also sent messengers with a message that he hoped the surrounding city-states would get as far away as possible.

The envoys were all bewildered, unable to understand why the hero disliked them so much, and the surrounding city-states were equally confused after receiving the hero's reply.

Faced with brave warriors and countless desert spirits, most southerners simply lacked the courage to fight. Many wanted to flee, but others, especially the lords of various city-states, wanted to put up a stubborn resistance.

Thus, the various city-states formed alliances and created the initial Southern Federation, preparing together with trepidation to meet the hero's attack.

Then, people spent months in fear, only to find that nothing had happened.

Yes, this hero never sent the Desert Spirit to attack the city. As mentioned before, this Desert King never launched any war of unification.

Later, people gradually figured it out and realized that the hero might simply prefer to be alone.

Everyone thought this unique hobby was pretty good, at least it wouldn't cause trouble for others, so the two sides coexisted peacefully for several years. Then, one day, the hero reappeared.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but suddenly he ran into the city like a madman, shouting strange things like "I can't stand being alone anymore!" and "Even if you kill me, I still want to have some fun." Then he plunged into a brothel.

After playing with more than twenty girls in one go, the hero lost his voice.

Yes, he is dead.

Because this way of dying was so bizarre, in order to save face for the hero, the people of all the city-states decided to stop talking about it, at least not in public.

However, six months after the hero's death, people began discussing the matter again.

It's not that Southerners are untrustworthy, it's just that the brave man's marksmanship is amazing. More than 10 of the prostitutes who had entertained him before got pregnant.

Soon, these children were born. Although their mothers were of lowly status, the nobles, for once, took a rare moment of kindness and took on the responsibility of raising the children because their fathers' bloodline was so rare. As the children grew up, the bloodline of the heroes showed its extraordinary qualities.

These children are either naturally quick-witted or born with superhuman strength; some can even cast magic without a teacher. But these abilities are secondary. Most importantly, they are born with the ability to resonate with their father's belongings.

Of course, being able to resonate with someone is one thing, but being able to sign a contract is another.

Regardless, in the eyes of ordinary people, these people were born with extraordinary heroic blood. Coupled with the propaganda of nobles and religions, people have always regarded the heroes of the past as the incarnations of the desert god, and these children as the descendants of the god.

The story that followed was not particularly exciting. These children did not achieve anything extraordinary or create any legendary stories after they grew up. Due to the special nature of their bloodline, they easily integrated into the upper-class noble circles of various city-states and peacefully ruled over the lower-class people together with them.

If we had to say what contribution they made, it would probably be that they slightly improved the genes of the southern nobility, and then, through generations of inheritance, through unplanned pregnancies and illegitimate children, they spread the bloodline of the gods to the common people.

In any case, after three hundred years and more than ten generations of bloodline dilution, the descendants of those gods are no different from ordinary people. Although many noble families are still proud of this, what they are proud of is their identity, not their abilities.

But there are always exceptions. Among these people, there was one who was able to resonate with the relics of their ancestors.

"Chief, we have completed our assembly, but it seems there has been some trouble with our spies in the city; they haven't sent us any news yet."

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Ilo raised his forehead. His face was covered with scars, marks left from his time as a slave.

"What did the broker say?"

"The previous messenger said that the broker had prepared the offerings, enough for a thousand people, but in the last few days there has been no news from him. It is said that the city has been placed under martial law."

"Can't we communicate with him using telepathy? Surely the broker has wizards among his men?"

"I'm sorry, Chief, the communication spell has a limited range. I lied to him and said we wouldn't arrive for another week, so the broker still thinks we're far away."

Ilo nodded, showing no sign of blaming his subordinates. He simply glanced at the distant oasis before calmly closing his eyes.

"Don't worry, all the Desert Spirits have arrived now, taking down Mogoslor won't be difficult."

"Chief, there's actually one more thing."

"What?"

"There's a group of northern cavalry that's been trying to get close to Mogoslor recently. At that time, the Desert Spirits hadn't finished gathering, so I just used illusions to drive them away. But these people are back today, and they're trying to break through the Desert Spirits' defenses."

"Then why not just let the desert spirits kill them?"

"Leader, they are very powerful, and the leader seems to be the Ice Knight."

Upon hearing the name, Yiluo was somewhat surprised, and a hint of joy appeared on her calm face.

Someone actually came to give me a magical artifact?

"Let's go! Let me meet this Ice Knight myself."