Reincarnation Paradise: There are vests everywhere

Chapter 2248: New City-State on the Old Site

Winnie continued to fly, gradually flying from the pure desert to the desert terrain, which meant that they were closer to the water vein that ran through the Shurima Desert, which also meant that they would soon find intelligent creatures.

During the flight, Lin Jiu had already witnessed the danger of this desert. He sensed countless creatures under the sand along the way. Some were as huge as giant beasts, while others were small and exquisite. Their shapes were also different. Some had ferocious faces, while others had strange bodies. Some monsters had bodies covered with hard shells, like fortresses in the desert; others might be slender and able to flexibly shuttle between the sand dunes in the desert.

Their skin often blends in with the desert environment, showing sandy colors such as yellow, brown or gray. Even if they crawl out of the sand and lie on the desert, they are easy to be overlooked.

"Finally, we see a living person." Lin Jiu's perception locked onto a figure walking through the desert from afar. The guy they found was wearing a piece of clothing made of various fabrics, a tattered hat on his head to block the sun, his face was covered with wrinkles and sun spots, and his eyes revealed a bit of numbness.

This guy was holding a wooden stick or an iron hook, walking hard in the desert, bending down from time to time to pick up supplies on the ground. He was carrying a heavy sack on his back, which was filled with things he had picked up in the desert.

There is no doubt that this guy belongs to the scavengers in the Shurima Desert, which is also a permanent group in the Shurima Desert. These scavengers are often dark and thin, which is caused by long-term exposure to the sun and malnutrition.

Their clothes are tattered and often made of various discarded materials, draped over their shoulders or tied around their waists, both to block the sun and to keep warm when the temperature drops sharply at night. Their faces are covered with wrinkles and their skin is rough, which is the result of wind and sand invasion and lack of moisture maintenance.

The lives of these scavengers are very hard. They need to spend a lot of time every day searching for usable supplies in the desert. These supplies may be discarded metal fragments, plastic bottles and cans, or even animal remains.

They use these materials to earn a meager income or to maintain their basic living conditions. Their residences are often simple caves or makeshift huts, which are simple but sufficient to withstand the wind, sand and severe cold in the desert.

This kind of life rhythm is monotonous and repetitive. Early morning and dusk every day are the best times for them to go out to look for supplies, because the temperature in the desert is relatively low at this time, which is more suitable for human activities. The rest of the time, they hide in their homes to avoid the heat or cold, and conserve their energy as much as possible.

In Lin Jiu's eyes, these scavengers are simply the best source of soldiers. The experience of scavenging has made these guys very tenacious. Moreover, they are firm supporters of the Shurima Empire, looking forward to an emperor coming to Shurima and leading the empire to rise again. Aren't these the best supporters of Lin Jiu's creation of power?

You know, there are all kinds of forces in the Shurima Desert. If you are not a staunch supporter of the Shurima Empire, you would have found a random force to join. Although your life is in danger, at least you can live a good life. Being a scavenger, the danger you face outside is no less than the struggle between forces.

Even if they were mining for the nobles, their lives were easier than those of scavengers, at least they would not have to worry about food. Scavengers could only survive by picking up the debris left by outsiders in the Shurima Desert.

Lin Jiu did not go down to communicate with the scavenger, but let Winnie fly in the direction he was heading. If nothing unexpected happened, there must be a large gathering place for scavengers on the route in that direction. After the fall of the Shurima Empire, the resources in the Shurima Desert were divided up by various forces. The native residents of Shurima became scavengers, and they were able to survive among many forces. The biggest reliance was unity.

At this time, the closest place to here, which could barely be called a city-state, had a figure followed by a caravan. The things that scavengers picked up in the desert would not have much value if there were no caravans.

They can pick up more than just sundries in the desert. If they are lucky, they can pick up treasures. There is a special terrain in the desert called sand waterfall, which, as the name suggests, is a waterfall formed by sand. The tide of yellow sand carves out a passage between the rocks, forming a magnificent sand waterfall on the edge of the cliff.

According to tradition, the Shurimans would throw their beloved possessions into the sand flow as gifts for the Ascended Ones, so the sand falls became a favorite paradise for treasure hunters.

Following the caravan to the city-state, Taliyah almost forgot how much she missed the furnace-like warmth of Shurima. Hundreds of people gathered together, forming clouds, sweating like rain, talking and laughing loudly at a very fast speed, bargaining, swearing, etc. When outsiders saw this scene, they would always think that they were arguing all the time.

Taliyah landed in Beljur, the only port in Shurima, but she did not stay there for long. The several Noxian warships parked at the port reminded her of bad memories and made her nervous. It is believed that if the war-monger Noxus attacked Shurima, her hometown would probably suffer the baptism of war again.

Vikaura was once a tribal camp built on an abandoned old city, just a place for travelers and mages to rest. But now, with the increase in the number of residents, this place has a different kind of vitality.

The market in the city is drowned in color and noise, and the air is filled with strong smells. Arched canvas awnings next to each other almost cover the entire street. The sound of fierce bargaining, mixed with the pungent smell of spices and barbecue, is everywhere. Audible.

Hundreds of people crowded the broad street leading to the ruined city walls. Shriveled old men, looking like wise men, sat under the porches, smoking their pipes, and the fragrant smoke rose like mist.

Taliyah saw the marks of many different tribes. She could recognize Babe, Zagaya and Yeshenye, but she had never seen the other dozen or so tribes. When she left Shurima, she remembered that they were sworn enemies, but now they were sitting together peacefully like comrades on the battlefield. Unity was the last weapon of the Shuriman people who remained in the desert.

Vikaura is special. The mother of the desert emperor Azir was born here, and the young emperor generously bestowed grace on the people here. The layers of gardens are planted with flowers brought from all over the empire, surrounded by colorful colors and wonderful fragrances. Groups of towers are decorated with silver and jade, and cool water flows from the great temple and runs along the aqueduct day and night. People all naively believe that the blessings here will never end.

But the past thousand years have stripped the city of its flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton of stone, and much of its former splendor has faded into ruins, built over the past few hundred years by people who still miss their homeland and stubbornly believe that its future lies in the revival of its past.

Skilled artisans designed structures that were clearly fraudulent imitations of Shurima’s former glory. The walls, once renowned for their squared-off granite, were now composed of wood and roughly hewn stone.

(End of this chapter)