Seeker of Teyvat

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The two were quarreling in the tent, and then a tribesman broke in: "Ms. Mistress, Elder Xide, a sandstorm is coming."

The two people who were originally arguing looked at each other, and their expressions changed. Sandstorm is a very common word in the desert, but it is also the most dangerous word.

"Pack up your things and protect the beasts of burden into the shelter. Also, keep an eye on the children!" Elder West Germany responded immediately, "Send a signal and notify the safari warriors to come back as soon as possible."

Sandstorms are terrifying, but the scavenging beasts that hunt them after the sandstorms should not be underestimated.

Therefore, after Elder West Germany issued the order to evacuate, he also issued an order to summon soldiers.

Although recruiting warriors in a sandstorm may cause losses to the warriors, if these warriors do not come back after the sandstorm, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe, plus some ordinary left-behind warriors, may become dinner for the wild beasts.

Those red vultures, poisonous scorpions, and even some holy beasts will not let go of the desert people who are unable to resist.

After all, these beasts are currently on the desert people's diet.

As soon as Elder Sid and Mistress Tulisa rushed out of the tent, they saw yellow sand flying all over the sky in the distance.

Both of them had good eyesight, and could even see some desert beasts and monsters being swept into the yellow sand, and then instantly being ground into flesh and blood by the rough sand.

"With terrifying power, enter the shelter immediately. If the beast of burden cannot be driven back, give up and ensure your own life first!"

Elder Sid shouted.

If it were some large tribes, they might urge their people to chase the beasts of burden, but this small tribe named Kashak was too weak to bear the loss of any clan member.

In the distance, Wang Daoyi, suspended in the sandstorm, looked indifferently at the small tribe blocking his way, watching them flip over, watching them panic.

[Desert people never give in and have extremely fierce personalities. They have been living in the desert for thousands of years. 】

[Unfortunately, the real masters of the desert will never be desert people. 】

"Only fear and death can bring these desert people to my use."

There is no trace of the gentleness of the Hai Lantern Festival. If an acquaintance saw Wang Daoyi now, they might not recognize him as the gentle and elegant teahouse owner.

Driving the yellow sand all over the sky, as if the end was coming, Wang Daoyi kept crushing this small oasis back and forth.

Whether it is a beast or a human being, whether it is living or dead, as long as it is exposed to the yellow sand, it will be ruthlessly ground, and the body will be turned into the last dust, and then join the carnival of the yellow sand.

In a pit at the edge of the oasis, a hundred or so desert people crowded together, with their most important property - pack animals - next to them.

This pothole has been continuously built and reinforced by the tribe named Kasak since they lived in it, in order to prevent natural disasters and sandstorms in the desert.

After huddled together for several hours, they felt the sound of wind and sand above their heads gradually subsided, and the mistress and the elder looked at each other.

"Don't move yet, I'll go take a look." Elder Sid said to everyone.

As the elder of a small tribe, he does not have many privileges, but he needs to bear more responsibilities.

After calming down his inner fear, Syd pushed hard on the pitted stone door.

I didn’t push it, which was a bit embarrassing.

"The door should be blocked by sand. Come and help me pull the stone door back."

After a sandstorm like this, you can't push open the door blocked by sand. You can only pull it back to open the door and then dig through the sand to get out.

With the help of the tribesmen, the stone gate was finally opened and the sand was dug out.

Elder West Germany took the lead and poked his head out of the pit.

Then, he saw a man in gorgeous clothes with white clothes and gold trim, and a jackal mask, looking at him in front of the pit.

"Hehe, you desert mice are always so good at digging holes. I thought you wouldn't come out." The man in white made a mocking voice.

Sid's pupils shrank. He could tell that it was a very young voice. Of course, that was not the reason for the change in his pupils.

Instead, he saw that the man in white was not standing in the desert. There was sand and wind surrounding his feet, holding him up in the air, just like... a master looking down on his slave.

Although he didn't like the feeling of being looked down upon, Sid didn't dare to neglect it: "Dear guest, welcome to the Kashak tribe. I'm very sorry, we just experienced a sandstorm and I'm afraid we can't receive you."

Although swords were usually used to receive guests, when Sid saw the swirling sand under the feet of the man in white, he still thought it would be better to be polite.

"Oh, it seems that the sandstorm has made the rude desert people learn some manners. Keep your humility. I like it very much."

The man in white, or Wang Daoyi wearing a mask, displayed his arrogance to the fullest.

With a wave of his hand, the wind and sand surged, blowing away the yellow sand at the entrance of the shelter, revealing the entire entrance.

Wang Daoyi could see the fearful eyes of the desert people inside the pit.

"It is really rude to crowd together with the animals. I will give you some time to deal with your appearance before talking to me."

Wang Daoyi fanned his hands in front of his face in disdain and continued to act out the image of an arrogant man. "But you'd better not waste my time, otherwise, Fengsha will teach you a lesson."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Xide to reply, the wind and sand surged, carrying Wang Daoyi away from the cave entrance and coming to the original center of the tribe, the original lake of the oasis.

However, this place is now covered by yellow sand and it is no longer possible to tell that it was originally a lake.

On the other side, Sid told Madam Tulisa what he saw, and warned: "I saw the power of wind and sand under his feet. The sandstorm just now may not be a natural disaster. Madam, we need to respect him."

Madam Tulisa nodded. Although she had not seen the scene that Sid described with her own eyes, she believed in her elder 100%.

"I will, Sid. This may be a turning point for the tribe. Let's go and clean up. Don't keep that lord waiting for too long."

As a shelter for the tribe, there are reserved water resources here.

Originally this water was reserved for saving lives, but now it has to be used for washing and dressing, and the reason is simply because they are afraid of the displeasure of an unknown powerful man.

After thousands of years of suffering, the desert people have learned to respect the will of the strong, as long as the strong man is not from that side.

That place, of course, refers to the Ministry of Education.

If Wang Daoyi had acted like a scholar just now, these desert people would have fought to the death with him.

Those who were still holding on to the desert during this period had unimaginable hostility towards the House of the Decrees.

After all, those who have no hostility towards the House of Religion have all gone to the green area, or at worst, to Aru Village to make a living.

The two leaders of the small tribe did not keep Wang Daoyi waiting for long. In just a few minutes, Sid and Tulisa, dressed in fresh clothes, appeared in front of Wang Daoyi.

"Greetings to you, strong stranger."

The two looked at the mask on Wang Daoyi's face and called Wang Daoyi a strange strong man.

Nodding slightly, Wang Daoyi said, "Very good, at least you didn't come to see me with the smell of those animals. You don't have to be punished. At the same time, as a reward, I allow you to report your names to me."

Sid and Tulisa looked at each other and felt that this man in white was different from any strong man they had ever seen.

"My name is Tulisa, and I am the matriarch of the Kashak tribe."

"My name is Sid, and I'm an elder of the Kashak tribe."

The two carefully gave their names and identities.

Wang Dao nodded slightly: "I'll give you two choices, work for me, or be buried by the wind and sand."

Wang Daoyi did not introduce himself or exchange pleasantries, but directly stated his purpose.

For these desert tribes, showing strength is the best way to persuade. As for talking nonsense, haha, have you seen the House of Lords using nonsense to suppress the desert tribes for so many years?

If these desert tribes could be persuaded with words, they would not have lived in the desert for so long.

The tribe's matriarch and elders looked at each other and could see the discomfort in each other's eyes.

A strong man asked them to surrender for no reason and did not say what it was, which made it difficult for them to make a decision.

Whether it is Tulisa or Sid, although the two always quarrel, their hearts are the same for the tribe.

"Give me your answers quickly. I don't have time to play with you." Seeing that the two of them remained silent for a long time, Wang Daoyi's tone was a little impatient.

Noticing that the sand around them began to move, Sid and Tulisa knew that they could not delay any longer.

"Respected sir, the Kasak tribe is willing to serve you, but..."

Wang Daoyi seemed a little impatient: "Just what?"

Sid's wrinkled face showed some 'embarrassment': "It's just that the Kashak tribe no longer has an oasis. If we don't find a new base in time, only death will await us."

In other words, if Wang Daoyi wanted these tribesmen to work for him, not to mention helping them find a new settlement, he should at least wait for them to find a new settlement themselves.

"Oh, this is so simple. I will point out the tribe closest to you. If they are willing to submit to me, I can share the water with you. If they are not willing, you will have the water all to yourself."

Wang Daoyi’s current identity is that of an arrogant person, and he will definitely not wait for these desert people to waste his time slowly.

A very simple and crude solution was proposed.

However, this solution is just right for the desert people.

Sid and Tulisa looked at each other and pointed to the west at the same time: "Sir, the closest to our tribe is the Gilded Brigade camp in the west. They occupy a large oasis, which is enough for the tribe to survive."

In fact, the Gilded Brigade was a marauding group of desert people who had come to the Kasak tribe to rob many times. So when Wang Daoyi mentioned the simple and crude method, Sid and Tulisa thought of them together.

Wang Daoyi glanced at the two of them casually and immediately saw their purpose, but he didn't care. What Wang Daoyi wanted was just to gather a large number of people to help him find the remains of the Red King.

The Great Red Sand Sea is too vast. If he were alone, he would probably die without even finding any remains of the Red King.

So he needed a large number of people to help him find it, and these desert people were familiar with the desert environment and were the best helpers. As for where these people came from or what conflicts there were between them, he didn't care at all.

He believed that under the raging sandstorm, these people would be willing to serve him.

Glancing at the two of them coldly, Wang Daoyi stretched out his hand, and a golden chain appeared out of thin air, tying up Sid. "Sid, take me to that place, Tulisa, go gather some people and rush over. You'd better not let me wait there too long."

After he finished speaking, without even looking at Sid's horrified eyes, the wind and sand surged, carrying Wang Daoyi into the sky. Behind Wang Daoyi, Sid was tied up with golden chains and also flying in the air.

However, what made Sid feel a little relieved was that although the golden chain bound him tightly, it also protected him. The surging wind and sand outside could not erode him and were blocked by the golden light of the chain.

"Can you see the ground clearly?" Wang Daoyi asked. Don't fail to see the ground clearly, or you might fly over it.

Sid nodded. As a tribal elder, his eyesight was pretty good.

Seeing that there was no problem with West Germany, Wang Daoyi drove the wind and sand and moved towards the west.

Then, Sid witnessed how the previous sandstorm appeared. As Wang Daoyi flew, the wind and sand around him became stronger and stronger, and yellow sand was continuously rolled up. After only a few minutes of flying, a huge sandstorm had formed.

Like a natural disaster, everything along the way was wiped out by the yellow sand, leaving only complete silence.

Sid was trembling all over, partly out of awe at the natural disaster of the sandstorm, and partly out of extreme joy.

With such a strong man as their backer, there is no doubt that their Kasak tribe will rise.

His brain was blown away by the huge surprise, and he didn't think about why such a strong person would need their dependence.

Fortunately, although I was a little too surprised and my brain wasn't working well, I still remembered my mission.

After flying for only a dozen minutes and a few dozen miles, Sid saw the familiar terrain: "Sir, we're here, in the small canyon ahead."

Wang Daoyi slowed down and looked in the direction that Xide pointed. There was an inconspicuous small canyon with vague traces of human activities.

When Wang Daoyi was looking at the ground, there were several people wearing red ribbons in the small canyon on the ground, watching Wang Daoyi.

"A sandstorm is coming, take precautions."

With a shout, the people in the small canyon acted quickly. Compared with Sid's tribe, this place obviously had a greater geographical advantage. Dozens of huge wooden boards were carried out and blocked at the entrance of the canyon, thus blocking the largest entrance for wind and sand to blow into the canyon.

If you look closely, you can also find that the wooden boards are covered with a layer of iron sheet.

It is obvious that these people have rich experience in resisting sandstorms.

It’s a pity that what’s coming this time is not just a sandstorm.

The yellow sand swept down from the sky, completely ignoring the wooden boards at the mouth of the canyon. It fell directly from the sky and raged in the canyon.

"Sir, sir, we can't do that. If we go on like this, the water source inside will be buried by the yellow sand." Xide shouted in pain.

Of course, I feel sorry for the water and supplies inside. As for the Gilded Brigade here, ha, it would be better if more of them died.

When Wang Dao heard Xi De's shout, he nodded. He knew that he couldn't cut off the water source as he also needed to drink water.

So, under his will, the sandstorm gradually subsided, leaving only a little wind and sand swirling around him.

Chapter 205: The Red Sand Flag Flying, the Mechanism of the Ruins

In a small canyon in the desert, the members of the Gilded Brigade watched in shock as the sandstorm dissipated, revealing Wang Daoyi's figure... and Cid, who was bound by golden chains.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The shrill shouts instantly spread throughout the canyon, and members of the Gilded Brigade emerged from the corners of the canyon.

Wang Daoyi just looked down quietly, watching these gold-plated brigades gathering.

Enemies of this level gathered together to deliver food to him.