Seeker of Teyvat

The Hai Lantern Festival is over, the darkness of the past year has been washed away, and the whole of Liyue looks full of vitality.

Wanmintang's business became busy again, and Wang Daoyi couldn't even find a chance to have sex with Xiangling.

"Forget it, let's go to Xumi. How can the love between men and women be compared to the knowledge of the Red King!"

With the last hint of unwillingness, Wang Daoyi opened the earth channel leading to Xumi.

Big Red Sand Sea, in an unknown small ruins.

Wang Daoyi came out of the earth channel, looked at the unchanging small ruins, and then comforted the five land mushroom beasts.

"This desert is truly a desert compared to Liyue."

After walking out of the ruins and looking at the yellow sand flying in the sky, Wang Daoyi admired the desert people for being able to survive in such a place.

Reaching out and putting on the mask, the Book of Rocks was suspended in mid-air and slowly flipping. Rolling yellow sand began to gather. In an instant, a huge sandstorm formed.

In the desert, there is a small oasis. The original sapphire-like lake has gradually dried up, and several puffers can be seen struggling inside.

On the edge of the lake, a small tribe of less than a hundred people was stationed here.

In the big tent at the tribal center.

"Mother, the water here is going to dry up again. We have to find a new oasis." The man's face was full of ravines. He was in his prime, but he looked like he was dying under the baptism of the desert.

The one he calls his mistress is the eldest old woman in the tribe.

"Go and prepare weapons. The Kasak tribe must not die. Use swords to seize new oasis." The old woman nodded indifferently. She did not have the kind meaning of the old woman in Liyue at all. Instead, she was a bit mean and indifferent. .

"Mother, do we really want to go to war? Kasak is already very weak. Once we fail, we will disappear into the desert." Compared to the old woman's indifference, the middle-aged man was more worried.

But the middle-aged man's words did not move the old woman's determination at all: "Sid, do you have a better way? If not, just do as I say."

The middle-aged man, Sid, had a hint of hope on his face, "Mother Tulisa, let's go find Tanit. They are our sister tribe and they will definitely help us!"

"Tanet? Hahahahahaha," the old woman laughed hoarsely, "Tanet has gone crazy. For the so-called eternal oasis, they will not let us enter the sandy land of Qianhe. Instead, they will drive us away and kill us. .”

There was despair in the old woman's eyes. She didn't know when one of the largest tribes in the desert, her sister tribe Tanit, had changed. They blocked the entrance and exit of Qianhe Sand Land and inspected the comings and goings. Monitor and track teams and caravans, and plunder useless people.

Today's Tanit is no longer the sisters of these small tribes. They have added some small tribes to the 'hunting' list.

"Then we can go to Aru Village, Anpu will accept us!" the middle-aged man Sid said, but his tone could not hide his powerlessness.

The old woman's eyes were even colder, not just cold, but even a bit hostile: "Do you want to betray the desert?"

"How could this be betrayal? Isn't Aru Village a desert?"

"Occupying the richest water source in the desert, but wagging your tail to pray there, isn't this betrayal?"

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 next to the oasis, a hundred desert people were crowded together, with their most important possessions - pack animals.

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 the sand. You can only pull it back to open the door, and then dig out the sand.

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.