At night, the Usutari Desert is extremely vast.

The sun sets in infinite sadness, the moon slowly rises, and silver lights appear on the ground. This is the famous sea of ​​death, spanning the hinterland of the continent, very remote.

This barren land, except for a very small number of desert oasis, there are yellow sands everywhere and almost no one appears.

As night comes, the hot air gradually cools down, and the hot sand becomes cold.

The silver sand castle city is particularly eye-catching under the moonlight. It is one of the few buildings in the desert. It stands on the oasis, which means it is a desert oasis city.

On the desert, only if you have such a castle, the desert oasis will be recognized as a formal territory. The larger the oasis, the more prosperous the population, the larger the sand castle will be built, representing the strength and glory of the oasis.

As the oasis in this city has been shrinking in recent years, and the water source on which it depends is gradually exhausted, the city has gradually declined.

Around the sand castle, dozens of tents were scattered, and the indigenous people in the desert lived. These people were old, small, all pale and thin, skinny, and covered in rags. They looked very poor at first sight. After careful calculation, there were only three or four hundred people here.

Outside the desert oasis, there was nothing else except the three old ones tied up, and two young goats. Around the oasis, there were a few date palm trees, and the date palms on them had long been picked. The remaining plants were only large groups of short camel thorns. Next to the group of camel thorns, there was a half-human-tall olive, which took a long time to bloom and bear fruit.

"Someone is here, some are here, Zawuli." At this time, a bare-butt child rolled and crawled into the sand castle and reported: "There are so many people, at least thousands!"

"Stop lying, Hawke, be careful I'll beat you up." At this time, a middle-aged man cooking dates didn't raise his head. He was about thirties, his face was polished by the wind and sand of the desert, and his skin was bronzed. Because it took a very high temperature to cook dates, he was shirtless and sweaty at this time.

"Really, really, I won't lie to you." The boy named Hawke said anxiously, "Whoever lies with you is born from a camel, okay!"

Seeing Hawk's appearance, the middle-aged man put down the tool in his hand, turned off the fire, and then slowly climbed to the top of the sand castle and looked forward.

When he saw the crowd of dark people, the big man named Zawuli quickly came down and ran down and said, "Come together quickly, gather them all."

"The desert oasis is ahead, Master." Victor pointed to the silver sand castle standing in front and said excitedly to Zhao Feng: "That is our family territory."

"Okay, rush for me!" After hearing Victor's words, Zhao Feng's fatigue for several days was wiped out. He first rode a camel and ran towards the front.

The crowd behind followed him tightly and ran towards the sand castle. For a moment, sand and dust rolled, people and horses neighed, which was very lively.

To Zhao Feng's surprise, when he rushed to the front of the sand castle, he was greeted not by flowers and food, but by a group of hungry people holding spatulas and shovels.

"Tell you, I have no money here. You guys want to come and rob, but there is no way. If you want to steal our food, we will fight you to the death!"

At this time, a group of guys wearing rags, old and young, waving their messy weapons and rushed towards Zhao Feng. Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng almost fell off the camel in fright.

"What are you doing!"

Zhao Feng jumped directly from the camel and said, "Who are you? Be rude to me?"

At this moment, Victor rushed over and said, "Zawuli, hurry up and take care of your tribe. You have hurt the Lord, and I want to peel you off."

"Lord?" Looking at Zhao Feng, Zhawuli showed a puzzled look.

Victor said: "This is Lord Dark Evans, the grandson of Lord Jerry Evans, and the current Lord. You kid, why don't you kneel down."

"Yes, master." The man named Zhawuli looked at Zhao Feng and found that he looked very handsome, not heroic at all. He was surrounded by two girls. He couldn't help but show a trace of contempt and said to himself: "This is another decadent noble!"

However, he soon gathered his tribe members.

Zhao Feng looked around at this time. These people were old, young, and had few middle-aged people at all. And the vegetation in front of him was very severely damaged, and there were no green grasses and green trees at all.

Zhao Feng had already guessed the situation he could encounter, but when he saw the appearance in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"This place is so poor!"

After a casual look, Zhao Feng just found nothing valuable. The environment here also looks very bad and is not suitable for people to live in at all.

"Why don't you get some water quickly and get some food to welcome the lord." Victor said to Zawuli: "Speed ​​up. This time, we brought thousands of people here."

"How many thousand people? We don't have that much food." A woman who looked older said when she heard Victor's words.

"Don't worry, this time, Lord Lord brought a lot of food and tools." Victor said: "I guarantee you can eat."

Zawuli said to the old and children: "Why don't you go and prepare quickly. Remember to make more water for the lord and the others to drink. No, take out some of our own water first."

"But, we really don't have much water." At this time, a Zhawuli tribe member said hesitantly.

"If you ask you to do it, go and do it, stop talking nonsense." At this time, Zhawuli scolded the man: "No matter what, let's deal with it today first."

Hearing Zawuli's words, Zhao Feng said, "No, no, no. Tell me, what happened here? How did I see that this place is either an old man or a child, and what about a young man?"

Zawuli sighed and said, "To be honest, Lord Lord, our moors have gradually dried up. The young people have gone out to make a living. Most of the rest are old men or children who can't walk. We plan to wait a few days and leave this place."

"There is no water source?" Zhao Feng's face showed a nervous expression when he heard Zawuli's words. In the desert, the most important thing is water source. Without water source, everything is a fantasy.

"Yes, Lord Lord." Zawuli said: "You brought so many people here at once, and I'm afraid there are some problems. Our small sand castle cannot provide so many water sources at all..."

"No water?" At this time, another problem was placed in front of Zhao Feng. This problem cannot be solved simply with money. If the water source problem cannot be solved, everything is a fantasy.
Chapter completed!