Chapter 291 – Sand Slaves? (1/2)

These pancakes were different from the ones they usually ate, which were hard enough to be used as a discus to kill people.

Shao Xuan broke off a piece of pancake and felt the strength. It would be very difficult for someone who didn’t have the strength of the totem warrior to break off a piece from a thick pancake.

Chewing the small piece of pancake, Shao Xuan thought a warning that “People who have bad teeth are not suggested to eat” should be written on the pancake.

“It’s hard! But it could keep starvation away.” commented Shao Xuan.

“This is a must for our travelers. Unlike the pancakes exchanged with others, these are all made for ourselves, and we generally do not trade. There is little food in the Death Land. You can at least temporarily survive by taking these.”

Saying these words, Yang Sui handed a black stone wrapped in bark to Shao Xuan, “This is also useful for you.”

“What’s this?” Shao Xuan felt the coolness of the black stone, guessing, “Rain stone?”

“This is indeed a rain stone, but it’s not a usual one. Only one such rain stone can be found from thousand pieces of rain stones. We call it ‘efficacious rain stone’, which is the gift of the gods. It can help the tribe people pass the driest season.”

Shao Xuan touched the surface of the small black stone. Within a while, part of the stone that had been covered by the leaves became covered with mist, but the mist on the rest of the parts had evaporated.

This was indeed a water-producing artifact in arid zones.

“Thank you.” Shao Xuan accepted Yang Sui’s kindness, repacking the small efficacious rain stone with leaves and putting it in a clean hide bag.

“You don’t have to thank me. Thank yourself, otherwise I would’ve already been burned to death.” Yang Sui paused and said, “If you encounter the slave masters in Death Land, don’t fight with them and try to avoid them.”

“How much do you know about the slaves’ master?” asked Shao Xuan. The Rain tribe people who lived here may know more about slaves and the slaves’ master.

“The slaves’ masters?” Yang Sui’s eyes had a hint of fear, “The slaves’ masters are a group of people who don’t have inner flame.”

From the perspective of the tribes, if there was no inner flame, it would be impossible to form a tribe. Naturally, if a tribe was not formed, then the group would be wanderers with weak fighting power. However, the slaves’ masters were different. They didn’t have inner flame but they had great power, and they could even create more slaves with great power.

“Where does their power come from?” Shao Xuan was puzzled.

“OK.”

After talking with Shao Xuan for a while, Yang Sui left together with Mi Xu.

Some people of the Rain tribe were looking for their Shaman Yang Sui, who still had many things to deal with, but Yang Sui commanded them to wait for a while, so they all gathered obediently in a nearby place and waited for him patiently. Judging from the respectful behavior of these people, Yang Sui’s position would remain stable for at least a few more years.

Shao Xuan carried that bag of discus-like pancakes, wore that efficacious rain stone and then turned to the camel that had a face shaped like that of a mythical animal. Mi Xu called it “Mud”.

In the Rain tribe, “Mud” was not a derogatory word and on the contrary, it is an auspicious word. What was mud? Soil and water. For the Rain tribe which was short of water, it would be better if the land became like mud, instead of cracked lumps.

“Come on, Mud.” Shao Xuan took the rope and tied the camel near the door of the wooden house where they rested.

Lei and Tuo regarded the camel Shao Xuan brought as emergency food supply, with glittering lights in their eyes.