Chapter 802 (1/2)
Chapter 802: Ironwhip Discipline
”To build a new city in this place?”
Simbady found it hard to believe his own ears The Silver Streaot slimmer as it went south, finally it was entirely devoured by sand until it reached the Blackwater Valley Hence came the name ”the Land of Exile”
Without water and an oasis, how could they survive in the vast desert?
All the Sand Nation civilians on board were shocked by Thuram's speech, several of them stated their doubts like the one that Simbady had
”We can create water by ourselves” Thurauard troop has found a usable water source You'll see it when you get off the boat”
This aroused even more severe discussion
”Create?” some people shouted ”Hoe do that?”
”Silver Streaift from Mother Earth How could we create it?”
”By the name of Three Gods, only deities' emissaries could turn the desert into an oasis”
”If we can't succeed, can we return the Southern Territory?”
”Right, you won't leave us here and go back alone, will you?”
Confronted by these questions, Thuram hesitated for the first time Simbady noticed that Thuram peeked at the Graycastle civilians before he thundered, ”The chief is capable of anything As as he said we can, we can definitely create water What you need to do however, is to follow instructions Besides, Lady Silvermoon has promised, if we can't succeed, you'll be sent back to the Port of Clearwater in advance and paid with three months salary!” At this, he patted at the whip upon his waist ”Of course, I won't return without you If anyone loafs on the job, be prepared to taste my Ironwhip!”
”That explains it” Simbady realized that the leader of the team was not Thuram, but those poker-faced people fro behind Thuram
During the holy duel, he had heard of the htiness of these people more than once Different froth even when confronted by the warriors of big clans But at this Endless Cape, even though they could defeat the watchdogs overnight, they stillin front of this endless sea of sand
Both the northerners and the chief ht have far underestimated the power of the desert
Unfortunately, for them, there were not many options left
About an hour later, the Concrete Boat slowly pulled in to shore Dragging his sore and exhausted body, Simbady sloalked off the boat The -lost relaxation
Finally, his world stopped shaking
”Look, what's that?” Molly pointed somewhere remote on the inland ”A Watch Tower?”
Si at and saw a black iron tower standing in the sand not far fros, one of which was scarlet, the other ith a complex embroidery pattern
Ordinarily, Siirl who he only had an occasional conversation ould stay with his in this aspect ”Has someone arrived ahead of us?”
”Let's go and take a look”
”Later” He shook his head ”We'd better wait for Sir Thuram's instructions”
Those Sand Nation civilians who had fallen into the water previously left a vivid irl that he had a crush on to be whipped in front of everybody
”Molly, finally I've found you!” Molly's clansradually came to her ”Simbady, what a surprise to see you here”