Yuanshen: The sea of ​​sand at the beginning, straight to the seat of God

Chapter 1 01 - The Beginning of the Desert People
The gravel covering the sky rose high, and a group of desert people wearing red face scarves drove the camel beasts forward.

A young man named Rama sat on the camel beast and led the entire caravan towards Kawan Post.

"This is not acceptable."

He sat on the camel beast, turned his head and looked at the clansmen behind him, with a bit of sadness on his brows.

Judging from his appearance alone, Mo Luo is obviously not from Sumeru, and his facial features are more inclined to the distant Liyue or Daoqi.

This is the No.16 year when Rama came to the original god world. He was adopted by the Tanit tribe in the desert, and he also belonged to the desert people.

Tribal settlements usually use blood as the key to maintaining everything, and Rama is obviously an outsider.

Just by looking at his face, he is not a Sumeru at all.

Although there is also the bonus of being raised since childhood, Rama has not gained more trust from the tribe.

Of course, the Horde would not suspect him either.

Because Rama was an excellent scholar.

In this desert land, an outstanding scholar is also a precious resource.

"Desert people have no way to access formal educational resources, nor do they have a suitable educational environment to support them."

"Even some books can only be obtained through smuggling."

"In other words, in the hundreds of years since the death of the Red King, the technology tree of this yellow sand land has not regressed, but directly collapsed."

With the fall of the technology tree and inheritance, the life of the desert people has also plummeted.

Chi Wang's technological decline is a matter of course.

It is no exaggeration to say that even today, hundreds of years after the death of the Red King, the technology of the Red King is too advanced.

This is a taboo road based entirely on taboo knowledge and the king of red sand. When the red king died, the collapse of the technology tree was completely natural.

The current situation of the desert people is half due to the sudden whimsy of the Red King and his sudden collapse, and the other half is due to the master of Xumi.

The desert is nothing but an appendage of the rainforest.

Rama reached out and kneaded his earlobe, his expression gradually calmed down.

When he first time traveled, he also thought about many things, of course the most direct ones were girls and strength.

It's a very objective question. In the long history of Blue Star, most powerful people are pursuing the same thing - longevity and long-term vision.

Later, after the technology tree climbed up, everyone gradually admitted that there may be longevity in this world, but it is definitely not something that can be traced now.

But in the world of the original gods, Changsheng dare not say that Changsheng does have a chance.

But Rama soon realized that something was wrong, his birth point was the desert.

Among the plots revealed by the original god, the desert is the starting point, and its difficulty is second only to Daozuma, who officially started the execution of the eye hunting order.

According to the timeline that Rama knew, the current Wind Demon Dragon is still sleeping in the Dragon's Nest, and the Eye Hunting Order has not yet been implemented.

That said, the desert is the worst place to start.

"Knowledge is a valuable thing, and scholars walking in the desert are not even allowed to impart knowledge privately."

This is something that is actually recorded in the plot.

But in reality, Rama has more cognition.

"The Red King... really left a lot of mess."

He shook his head, almost imperceptibly.

Only the hunter following the camel beast was startled. She looked around and subconsciously put her finger on the bowstring.

For spirit wind hunters, all they believe in is the longbow in their hands, and the evil spirit that lives in the longbow.

The latter is usually more threatening than her bow.

"Don't be nervous, Tadela." Rama jumped down, "No outsider will know."

"Are you saying that everyone accompanying you is absolutely trustworthy?"

The hunter's movements were small and did not disturb anyone.

The tribes trust each other, which is an essential quality to survive in this land of red sand.

Even the same clan is no longer trustworthy, and everyone's living space will only become more meager.

But as a hunter, the archer whose mission is to hunt traitors does not trust his comrades like ordinary tribesmen.

She killed too many people who betrayed the Horde.

"No, I mean, only you will hear that."

Rama shook his head.

"My lord, you can't say that." Pursing his lips, the hunter named Tadela lowered his cheeks, and subconsciously reached out to cover the side of his cheeks.

The well-trained hunter is tall and slender, but there are a few scars on his bare skin.

Especially on the cheek, a newly added knife scar has just healed, and the scar is a bit hideous.

Hunting is never a game of tenderness, and when you want to kill your prey, the prey will never catch you without your hands.

Being counter-attacked is just normal, even if it is counter-hunted, it will happen in the tribe.

Even for falcons, not every hunt can bring back prey.

Rama opened Tadra's palm and looked at the woman's cheek.

It was a rather intimate gesture, but his words were not gentle.

"Isn't this what Marcella wants to see?" He whispered, "If I marry a wife and have children in the tribe, he will be sure to completely restrain me."

Falcons don't protect people.

Her job is to hunt, not protect.

A very simple reason, no matter how much you believe that a person will not betray, it is better that you directly grasp his handle so that he does not dare to betray.

You believe he won't, you know he can't.

These are two situations.

"Of course, this is not a bad thing, right?" Rama was not angry. "If I am loyal to the tribe, then this thing is that he sent me a beautiful and capable girl, and he will help me to become a leader. I really have no reason to refuse."

Rama knew Tadra's purpose, but he was not angry.

The quality of a matter often depends on where the person’s butt is sitting. If you are loyal to the tribe, then Marcel’s behavior is a very routine thing done by an elder—persuading young people to marry wives and have children near their hometown.

And if there is no loyalty to the tribe, then this behavior is better understood.

He wants to clamp you down with wife and kids.

How to understand it depends on the individual.

Rama is the former.

The Desert Folk got off to a bad start, but Tanit gave him a chance to survive.

The problem of the bad start was not brought by Tanit, but the environment of Sumeru, the oppression of the rainforest people, and the operation of a group of dog thieves in the Order Academy.

Kindness needs to be reciprocated, and hatred should be paid in blood.

This is the simplest truth.

Rama recognized this truth, so what he wanted to do was to try to lead the Tanit tribe back to the period when the Red King still ruled the land.

At least, let the desert people see hope and future.

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