Chapter 802 (1/2)

Chapter 802: Ironwhip Discipline

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“To build a new city… in this place?”

Simbady found it hard to believe his own ears. The Silver Stream got 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.” Thuram spoke loudly. “But before that, the vanguard 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. “How do we do that?”

“Silver Stream is a gift 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 from Graycastle who were standing behind Thuram.

During the holy duel, he had heard of the mightiness of these people more than once. Different from the Queen of Clearwater, they did not appear short of strength even when confronted by the warriors of big clans. But at this Endless Cape, even though they could defeat the watchdogs overnight, they still meant nothing in front of this endless sea of sand.

Both the northerners and the chief might 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 slowly walked off the boat. The moment when his feet touched the soft beach, he felt a long-lost relaxation.

Finally, his world stopped shaking.

“Look, what’s that?” Molly pointed somewhere remote on the inland. “A Watch Tower?”

Simbady looked in the direction that Molly was pointing at and saw a black iron tower standing in the sand not far from the beach. At the top of the tower were two flags, one of which was scarlet, the other was with a complex embroidery pattern.

Ordinarily, Simbady would wonder why the girl who he only had an occasional conversation with would stay with him all the time, but now he was too weak to consider things 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 memory in Simbady’s mind. He did not wish for the girl that he had a crush on to be whipped in front of everybody.