"The Warchief... what is it?"
"Sounds like the head of all the clans..."
"Isn't that the same as the messenger of the three gods?"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and at this moment, the blackwater clan leader, who had dropped to the fourth place, jumped onto the high platform and questioned loudly: "But the Roland Wimbledon you said is the king of the North Kingdom, he is not a How can the Mojin people rule the entire desert?"
Sure enough, Ashes thought to himself, this is one of the key problems that he must face when he wants to bring the extreme south into the Ashcastle. Next, he will see how Echo will deal with it.
Huiyin glanced at the other party and asked calmly, "Then the messengers of the three gods who once ruled the desert... are all from Mojin?"
Her voice was not loud, but it reverberated in everyone's ears under the spread of magic, and the Black Water Patriarch was no exception. He couldn't help but stunned, "Uh, this..."
"We all know that the answer is no," Huiyin saw that he was dumbfounded for a while, and turned his eyes to the crowd again, "The messengers of the three gods are real giants. According to legend, they do not have the same appearance. Some have four legs and three hands. , some have many heads, but there is no doubt that they are not Mojin people!"
Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her tone a lot, "and the few words left by the messenger have become the norms that Mojin people abide by. These laws engraved on the stone slabs are exactly about the people who rule the desert. According to records, one is to get the blessing of the three gods, and the second is to open up a vast oasis, so that all clansmen can stay away from hunger, thirst and death. As long as you do one of these, you should become the master of the extreme south!"
The discussion calmed down immediately, and no one would raise any objection to the law words left by the messengers of the three gods in the burning land. In fact, even the sacred duel originated from the way of power distribution in the law words.
"But the messengers of the three gods have indeed made the desert evergreen," the Heishui Patriarch, unwilling to be ignored, pointed to the echo and said loudly, "It is said that thousands of years ago, this place itself was an oasis! Could it be that the King of Graycastle in your mouth can also Do this? Don't be blinded by false interests, what's the difference between having that kind of power and being a god!"
"So as long as he can bring a new oasis to the sand people, you will recognize His Majesty's qualification to rule the extreme south, and take him as the master, right?" Echo raised the corner of his mouth.
"That's right. And it's not just me, I'm afraid other clansmen think the same way!" Heishui Patriarch never mentioned the first condition, and tied the opinions of most of the sand people present on himself.
"His Majesty Roland really can't turn the extreme south into a green land, but he is willing to accept us into the Graycastle, let us live by the lake and the forest, and never be threatened by thirst and sandstorms!" Echo walked to the front of the stage , said word by word, "This is the promise given by His Majesty, he will bring a new oasis and the fertile north, it is the boundless oasis that will never fade!"
Everyone suddenly took a breath, and could hardly believe their ears.
Thuram was equally shocked.
It turns out that this is the true purpose of the Aosha clan!
This is the meaning of the new oasis and the new order in the mouth of the iron axe!
It is the dream of all Mojin people to own a land of eternal green, and this temptation is even more unimaginable for those small clans who are unable to compete for the Iron Sand City. Even if the big clan hesitates and does not want to see the earth-shaking changes in the order of the extreme south, it cannot stop the spread of the news. I am afraid that it will take half a month for this amazing news to be spread by the clansmen from various Yinchuan oasis. The whole desert!
"No, this is all nonsense, a lie, a deception!" The Black Water Clan shouted loudly, "Have you all forgotten the tragedy of the Black Bone Clan and the Sandstone Clan? It is precisely because they believed in Bishui. Queen Garcia's words will end in death! Give oasis and water? Cunning northerners won't do this. They will only give you a pond and a palm-sized territory to make you feel like you are in the extreme south. The competition is endless, and they have to work hard for them!"
Thuram sighed imperceptibly. If the sacred duel had not started, these remarks could indeed have an excellent deterrent effect, but it was too late to say it now.
Five duels, no one died, the benevolent image of the Aosha clan has spread throughout the entire small oasis, as long as a little guidance, it is not difficult for everyone to form the same kind impression of the king of the northern kingdom behind Aosha, and a benevolent person is obviously not like Bishui. The queen squeezes the sand people like that.
What's more, the challengers like Black Bone and Sandstone are willing to sell themselves to Garcia cheaply, which is enough to explain the attractiveness of the place to live. Even if they knew it might be a trap, some clansmen would go with the mentality of giving it a try. If the King of Greycastle sincerely wanted to bring the extreme south into his jurisdiction, these pioneers would definitely become role models for more clans. As long as this head is opened, the whole family's northward migration is almost a doomed event.
From creating momentum to attract the attention of many clans, to creating a benevolent image without killing a single person; to become the head of the clan with an undisputed sacred duel, and at the same time to make the other big clans who have been forgiven do not want to turn against Osha under the attention of everyone. The step-by-step approach was clearly planned.
He originally thought that he would play a pivotal role in the settlement of the Aosha clan in Iron Sand City, but only now did he realize that he only provided the clansmen that Aosha needed, as well as the information of the major clans in Iron Sand City. , he was completely kept in the dark. The other party didn't take the settlement of Iron Sand City as a thing at all, and revenge was just a little effort. This feeling has to be said to be a little lost.
But the loss was only a short moment, and Thuram soon cheered up again. If everything is as the new owner said, Osha will undoubtedly become the existence far beyond the head of the clan. Then, as a member of Aosha, he can obviously benefit greatly from it. Compared with the bright future, this little loss is nothing.
Sure enough, Echo shook his head gently, "You are wrong, the patriarch, Garcia needs mercenaries, not people, and this is the biggest difference between her and His Majesty Roland. It is because of this that she The Black Bone and Sandstone, which are more powerful in combat, were chosen, but His Majesty is different. He regards all Mojin people as his subjects, so any clan can go to the Kingdom of Greycastle, it has nothing to do with how many young men the clan has, but whether it is strong or not. It doesn't matter. He doesn't need any merciful king of the sand people to die for him, and he won't sit by and watch his subjects die needlessly!"
"But what's the price? We have to pay something, right?" Mad Flame Patriarch Goulz stood up, "He can't help the Sand People for no reason, and I don't believe that there are gifts in this world that don't care about giving back!" He Gritting his teeth, "Speak up, I'm willing to accept it!"
"What Your Majesty Roland wants is very simple, that is work." Huiyin said calmly, "Like his thousands of people, work for the kingdom and work for himself! Get paid, improve life, receive education, and raise offspring... That's all he wanted to see."
"Just... like this?" Goulz couldn't help but startled.
"That's right, a way to survive without fighting and struggling!" Echo's tone rose a little again, "Everyone knows that Yinchuan oasis has become less and less... I was still a child, close to Endless Cape. Oasis can also be seen occasionally at the southern end of the city, but now, the white wasteland in the northwest is expanding, while the oasis has turned into sand, and even the small oasis around the iron sand city is smaller than before. The Mojin people have always planned to fight for a place to survive by fighting and dueling, dipping their blood into the yellow sand, and finally disappearing with the oasis in the extreme south? Tell me, are you willing to accept such a result!"
"No, my lord!"
"I want to go with you, Lord Yinyue!"
"Please take me with you!"
There were bursts of noise in the crowd, like waves, spreading from the center of the high platform to the surroundings.
Looking at the beautiful woman on the stage who gathered the attention of many clans, Iron Axe couldn't help kneeling down on one knee, and a line of tears welled up in his eyes.
This scene has appeared in my dreams countless times, especially on the night when Osha became a challenger. However, when he woke up from the dream, the clan no longer existed, and the princess became a slave. He thought he would never see such a day again.
But now, what Echo has achieved is one step closer than the scene in his dream. This feeling makes his eyes sore, but his heart feels extremely fulfilled and proud.
Aosha was finally blessed by the three gods.
"I know there are still people who have concerns, but the facts will eventually prove everything," Huiyin raised his right hand and said loudly, "The clan who are willing to go with me to the southern part of Greycastle can pack their bags now and set off for the small oasis to meet. Those who come later don't have to worry, I will leave a manpower in the oasis to lead any clan who wants to go to the Northland to find a livable place. As long as you obey the laws of Graycastle, you are the people protected by His Majesty, Graycastle Will always be open to you!"
No one knew who made the first cheer, but it was like a drop of ink falling into the water, which quickly rippled and quickly spread throughout the Burning Land.
The big clans remained silent, but compared to the others under the high platform, they seemed insignificant.
For the first time, tribal voices from all corners of Yinchuan overwhelmed Tiesha City.
There was a crack in the primitive and old-fashioned order.
And the new order is condensing its embryonic form in the crowd of voices.
It looks young and immature, but exudes infinite vitality.
People knelt down, cheering for the new head of the clan, and bowing to the birth of the warchief. Not everyone has the courage to be a forerunner, but there are always some who give everything to meet the green land in their hearts.
On that day, the voices of the people circulated endlessly in the burning land.
That day, the desert had a new owner.