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Chapter 172 Wind and Sandfall

The city of "Talek" is half in my hands!

Garnside felt reassured as he looked at the enemy who had been smashed to pieces by his tribe's warriors and whose formation was in disarray after being subjected to the divine spell [Sandfall].

Although the enemy had made a lot of preparations in advance and the overall strength was stronger than expected, that was all.

As the most powerful individual magic gifted by Father Sand and Mother Wind to the creatures in the sand sea, the power of [Wind Sand Meteor] needs no introduction.

Even the well-prepared military formation is nothing more than a God-blessed sand blade.

Of course, not all sand people can be given such powerful magic by Sand Father and Wind Mother.

In the "Jia" tribe with more than 200 people, including the clan leader Garnside, only three people have mastered [Sandfall].

Garnside is the one who has the most proficiency in divine magic and exerts the strongest effects.

Even so, he still hasn't recovered from the aftermath of using [Sandfall] just now.

The strength of the whole body is enough to maintain a standing posture.

Symptoms such as tinnitus, dizziness, dizziness, etc. appeared like a tide.

This is not all.

According to past experience, after sleeping at night, waking up the next day is the real torture.

By then, the negative consequences of excessive mental exhaustion will be fully apparent.

The whole body will feel weak, as if it has been hollowed out.

However, looking at the tribesmen in front of him who were killing each other as if they were in no man's land, Garnside did not find these sequelae unbearable for a moment.

Successfully breaking the formation is the most critical.

"Master Patriarch!"

"Master Patriarch!"

A hurried call pulled the distracted Garnside back to the battlefield.

It's Gabor.

This one of the most respected warriors in the clan was looking at his clan leader worriedly:
"Is the patriarch okay?"

Garnside smiled at his deputy:
"It's all right."

Gabor may be lacking in overall perspective and is not qualified to be the leader of the clan, but he is indeed commendable for his loyalty.

It was not a mistake to introduce him as his right-hand man.

"How are our warriors doing?"

"We are making good progress!" Upon hearing the clan leader's question, Gabor immediately put on an excited expression, "The enemy's large army has now been completely defeated."

"There are still sporadic resistances on the main roads in the city, but they can no longer cause any hindrance to us!"

Garnside nodded slightly and calmed down to listen. Sure enough, he noticed that the sound of fighting became weaker.

This shows that the "Jia" tribe has already established a firm foothold in "Talek".

"Master Patriarch, what should we do next?"

Gabor waited for a while, but before Garnside gave instructions, he took the initiative to ask.

In fact, the reason why he found the clan leader at this time was because the soldiers had basically achieved their pre-war goals.

At this time, many sand people were running around without any structure. They said they were clearing out the enemy's last resistance, but it was more like wandering aimlessly.

"Talek" is too big for "Ga".

If more than 200 people were just wandering around like this, they would probably get caught in the attacks and harassment that existed in the dark.

Even if the enemy is really frightened and no longer dares to resist, there is still a risk of getting lost.

After Garnside heard this, he forcibly calmed down and gave an answer he had thought of earlier:
"Find the Tarek temple and surround it!"

In fact, the main purpose of "Jia"'s attack on "Talek" was not the temple in the city. After all, destroying the temple itself would not bring any direct benefits to the sand people.

Speaking of which, food is a small part of the reason, but it is not the dominant factor - with the Nalchik River, at least in the short term, "Jia" will not be affected by the shortage of food and drinking water.

The real core demands of "Jia" for "Taleq" are actually two things: people and tools.

By plundering the population and using them as slaves, "plus" can make up for the shortage of manpower to a certain extent and intuitively improve the strength of the tribe.

The importance of tools is still higher than that of slaves.

For this expedition, all supplies for "Jia" were provided by the kingdom.

The kingdom is not a charity, and it is impossible for the sand people to move around with sufficient supplies.

All kinds of tools are extremely scarce.

As the leader of "Gar", Garnside couldn't even find a needle to repair the lining when it was damaged.

The situation of ordinary sand people can be imagined.

Whetstone, water bag, forging hammer.
These necessities of life for the sand people can only be made from local materials to make simplified versions, or they can simply be left to their own devices.

In the long run, "Jia" may return to the barbaric era thousands of years ago.

Therefore, the sand people still need to search for supplies in the city of "Talek", especially the missing tools and consumables.

Whether it is to plunder the population or search for supplies, the sand people have to divide their forces-

Such a big "Tarek", a group search would take who knows how many days.

Don't search and find the enemy's apostles when the time comes.

Therefore, it is impossible not to divide the troops.

Since the troops are destined to be divided, the enemy's temple must be dealt with first.

According to the people of the Kingdom, every city has at least one temple, which is the city's last line of defense and protects all resistance forces in the city.

If the temple is not eliminated, dividing the troops will give the enemy a chance to defeat them one by one.

Garnside wouldn't make that mistake.

There is no such thing as a temple in the Pustonian Desert.

The sand people will not deliberately worship the two gods they believe in at a fixed location.

This may be related to the fact that the harsh environment of Pustonia forced the sand people living there to move around and live in no fixed place.

Related to this is naturally a series of lifestyles and customs that are very different from those of the Siver people.

Even before the two continents were at war, the huge differences in lifestyles inevitably caused a lot of friction.

Now the two sides are hostile, and this hatred is even more undisguised.

Thinking of this, Garnside looked at the avenue in front of him that was littered with corpses.

The vast majority of the corpses were those of Taleqs.

At the end of the battle, there seemed to be many Tareks who wanted to surrender, but the Sand People turned a blind eye.

Whether you beg for mercy that you don't understand but can recognize at once, or kneel down and kowtow with tears streaming down your face, you can only get a knife in the head from the sand people.

There is no need to capture slaves from these guards.

After all, the total size of "plus" is only so large, and the number of slaves that can be absorbed is also limited. There is no need to select slaves from enemies that have been directly killed. The cost of domestication is too high.

It would be better to kill them all and vent the anger in their hearts.

"Lord Patriarch, what exactly should we do after we surround the temple?"

Seeing that Garnside seemed to be in inexplicable meditation, Gabor couldn't help but ask.

He didn't want to act without the clan leader's arrangement.

Garnside smiled, his voice obviously feeling tired and weak:
"Send more people to completely surround us, but don't attack yet."

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(End of this chapter)