Chapter 771: Desert Promise


    Trantor: Transn Editor: Meh


    "What is... a chief?"


    "Sounds like the head of all the ns..."


    "Isn’t that the same as the Three Gods Emissary?"


    The crowd began to discuss. At that moment, the head of the ck River n that had descended to fourth ce, jumped onto the tform and questioned loudly, "But the king of the northern kingdom you mentioned, Rnd Wimbledon, is not a Mojins. How could he rule the entire desert?"


    "Here it is," Ashes thought. "This is one of the key problems that they have to deal with if they want to put the Southernmost Region into the prefecture of Graycastle. I’ll see how Echo handles it."


    Echo looked at him and asked peacefully, "Were the Three Gods Emissaries who used to rule the desert... Mojins?"


    Her voice was not high, yet with the help of her magic power, it traveled to everyone’s ears. The head of the ck River n was startled when he heard it. "Um, well..."


    "We all know that the answer is negative." Echo noticed his silence, so she looked under the tform and said, "The Three Gods Emissaries were real giants. It’s said that they didn’t have uniform looks. One of them had four feet and three hands and another had more than one head. Undoubtedly, they were not Mojins."


    At this point, she began to speak in a much higher pitch, "The few words left by the emissaries have be principals that are abided by all Ironsand people of the Mojin n. Thews carved onto the te tells us about the desert rulers, one is being blessed by the Three Gods, the other is opening up boundless oases and keeping all the ns away from hunger, thirst, and death. Anyone who could aplish any of those can be the ruler of the Southernmost Region."


    The discussion in the crowd quieted down. Nobody wanted to object thews left by the Three Gods Emissaries at the Land of Fire. In fact, the holy duel was a way to decide power distribution originated from thews.


    "But the Three Gods Emissaries did bring greennd to the desert." The head of the ck River n did not want to be neglected. He pointed at Echo and raised his voice, "It’s said that 1,000 years ago, this area was an oasis! Is the king of Graycastle capable of that? Don’t be deceived by false benefits. Anyone who owns that kind of power is not different from the deity."


    "So as long as he could bring new oases to the Sand Nation, you’d admit that His Majesty is qualified of ruling the Southernmost Region and consider him as the chief, right?" Echo said with a smile.


    "That’s right. Not only me, I’m afraid all the other ns would agree with me!" The head of the ck River n kept his mouth shut for the first condition and took most of the audience’s opinions as his own.


    "Indeed, His Majesty can’t convert the Southernmost Region into a greennd, but he’s willing to take ournd into the territory of Graycastle and offer us residences nearkes and forests to keep us from the threats of thirst and sandstorm forever." Echo returned to the tform and said word by word, "This is the promise His Majesty made. He’ll bring you a new oasis, the vast and rich northern area is exactly the boundless green oasis whose color will never fade."


    Everybody was startled and could barely believe what they had heard.


    Thuram was equally shocked.


    This is the real purpose of the Osha n!


    That is the meaning of the new oasis and new order Iron Axe mentioned!


    It has always been every Mojin’s dream to live in an oasis that is forever green. Such a temptation is unimaginable, especially to those small ns that are too weak to grab a piece of the Iron Sand City. Although big ns might be hesitant and unwilling to see a drastic change in the Southernmost Region’s order, they could not prevent the transmission of this message, probably within half a month, this astonishing message would spread through the entire dessert by the nsmen on spot from every Silver Stream Oasis!


    "No, this is absolutely nonsense. It’s a lie, a fraud!" the head of the ck River n shouted. "Have you forgotten the tragic ending of the ck Bone n and the Sandstone n? Didn’t they die out and be extinct because they easily believed what Garcia, the Queen of Clearwater, said? Offering us an oasis and the source of water? The cunning northerners will never do that. They’ll only give you a pond, or a piece ofnd as big as my palm, making you fight for these resources unceasingly as you did in the Southernmost Region where you have to work to death for them."


    Thuram imperceptibly sighed. "If it were before the holy duel, this speech could have suppressed people’s aspirations, but it’s toote now."


    In five duels, no one was killed. The merciful image of the Osha n had spread through the small oasis. People could easily imagine that the northern kingdom’s king who was supporting Osha was equally merciful. Obviously, someone merciful would not oppress the Sand Nation people as the Queen of Clearwater had done.


    Even challengers like ck bone and Sandstone were willing to sell themselves cheap to Garcia, which was an indication of how attractive and of survival was to them. Even if it might be a trap, some nsmen would like to take the risk. If the King of Graycastle sincerely wished to take the Southernmost Region into his domain, those pioneers would definitely be the examples for other ns to follow. As long as it started, the northwards migration of the whole Sand Nation would be inevitable.


    This king obviously had all his moves well nned, making a show of strength to draw the ns’ attention, killing nobody in duels to build a merciful image, bing the chief of all ns by indisputably winning the holy duels and making the other forgiven major ns reluctant to turn against Osha under everybody’s attention.


    Thuram thought he would y a fairly important role in the process of the Osha n settling in the Iron Sand City, but now he found that his role was only to supply Osha with his nsmen and information about the major ns in Iron Sand City. As to the real n, he was totally kept in the dark. Echo did not take stationing in the Iron Sand City seriously and revenge was only as easy as lifting a hand to her. Thuram could not help but feel lost.


    But after a short while, he rose with spirit again. If everything would go as the new leader said, Osha would undoubtedly be beyond the strongest n. Then as a member of the Osha, he obviously would gain great benefits. In the face of this promising future, why bother feeling lost for the moment?


    As expected, Echo slightly shook her head, "You’re wrong, chief. What Garcia needs are mercenaries, notmon nsmen, which was her biggest difference with His Majesty, which was also the reason why she picked ck bone and Sandstone who had stronger fighting capacities. Yet His Majesty won’t do that. He considers all the Mojins as his own subjects, so any ns here can go to the Kingdom of Graycastle, regardless of how many young adults they have or whether they’re powerful. His Majesty doesn’t need the Sand Nation people to die for him, no merciful king would sit by and watch his subjects dying in vain!"


    "What do you want in return? We ought to pay something for that." The Wildme chief Geulz stood up and said, "He won’t help the Sand Nation for nothing. I don’t believe there is such a thing as free lunch!" He clenched the teeth, "Tell me. I’m willing to ept it."


    "What His Majesty wants from you is simple, which is to work," Echo said frankly. "Like the other tens of thousands his subjects, work for the kingdom, work for yourself! You’ll get paid, improve your lives, receive education and bring up children... That’s all he wants."


    "Is that... Is that all?" Guelz was startled.


    "That’s right. A way of living your life without fighting and struggling!" Echo raised her tone again. "Everyone knows that there are fewer and fewer Silver Stream oases... In my childhood, I could asionally see oases near the south point of the Endless Cape. But now, the white wastnd near the northwest area is constantly expanding. The oases are deteriorating into sandy soil. Even the small oases around the Iron Sand City have shrunk. Do Mojins intend to keep on fighting and killing for living ces, immersing the yellow sand with your blood and eventually disappearing with the oases in the Southernmost Region? Tell me, are you willing to ept this consequence?"


    "No, my Lady."


    "I’d like to go with you, Lady Silvermoon!"


    "Please take me with you!"


    Noises, like rolling waves, spread from the center of the tform to the surrounding areas.


    Looking at the extremely pretty girl on the tform who’d drawn most of the ns’ attention, Iron Axe could not help kneeling down with warm tears shedding.


    He had dreamed of this urring countless times, especially that night when the Osha n became qualified for a duel participant. But when he woke up, the n had disappeared and the princess had be a ve. He thought he would not live to see this happening.


    But now, what Echo had aplished was even further than he had dreamed. Although he even dropped tears over this, within his heart he was fulfilled and proud.


    "Osha finally gains the Three Gods’ favor."


    "I understand there are still people hesitating, but soon what I said will be proved." Echo raised her right hand and said, "Those ns who want to follow me to the southern territories of Graycastle may pack right now and meet me at the small oasis before departure. Those who can’t leave right away need not worry. I’ll leave staff behind to guide those who wish to find suitable living ces in the northern kingdom. As long as you abide by the Graycastlews, you’re His Majesty’s subjects and will be protected. Graycastle’s door is always open to you."


    Nobody knew how the cheer started. But it was like a drop of ink falling into water, soon it rippled and spread to the entire Land of Fire.


    The major ns still remained silent. Butpared with the crowd under the tform, they were insignificant.


    The sounds of the ns from every corner of the Silver Stream exceeded that of those from Iron Sand City for the first time.


    A crack appeared on the primitive and stiff order.


    A new order was taking shape at the riot of sounds.


    Tiny and immature as it might seem, but it exuded infinite vitality.


    The crowd began to kneel down to cheer for the new strongest n, as well as to bow to the chief. Not everybody had the nerve to be a pioneer, but there were always people who were brave enough to sacrifice everything for the evergreennd in their heart.


    On that day, the cheers spread unceasingly through the Land of Fire.


    From that day on, the desert had a new leader.