Chapter 102 Iron Whip Discipline

A new city... built in this place?

Xinbadi could hardly believe his ears. The Yin River became narrower as it flowed south, and by the time it reached the Blackwater River Valley, it was almost completely swallowed up by the yellow sand. This was the origin of the Land of Exile.

Without water and oases, how could one survive in this vast desert?

The sand people on the entire ship were in an uproar at Tulam's words, and more than one person raised the same question as him.

"If there's no water, we can create it ourselves," Tulam answered loudly, "and before that, the advance team has already found a source of water that can be used. You'll see it when you disembark later."

The noise not only did not subside, but became even louder.

"Create it?" someone shouted, "How?"

"The Yin River is a gift from the Mother Earth, how can we possibly do that?"

"The Three Gods are here, only the messengers of the gods can turn the desert into an oasis..."

"If we can't do it, can we still return to the Southern Border?"

"That's right, you don't want to leave us here and run back alone!"

Faced with the crowd's doubts, Tulam hesitated for the first time. Xinbadi noticed him secretly glancing at the Graycastle people behind him before gritting his teeth and roaring, "The Great Chieftain is omnipotent, if he says he can create it, he can definitely create it, you just need to obey the orders! And Lord Silvermoon promised that if this cannot be achieved, you will not only be able to return to Greenwater Port early, but also receive three months of full pay!" Speaking of this, he patted the whip at his waist, "Of course, I won't leave early either—if anyone wants to be lazy, prepare to taste the iron whip!"

So that's how it is... Xinbadi realized that Tulam was not the manager of this team, but those expressionless Graycastle people standing behind were the real masters.

During the Sacred Duel, he had heard more than once about the strength of this group of people. Unlike the Greenwater Queen, they were completely inferior to the warriors of the Great Clan even in a frontal battle. But this was Endless Cape, even if they could defeat the gatekeeper overnight, they were still an insignificant part of the boundless desert.

Whether it was the Northerners or the Great Chieftain, they had probably far underestimated the power of the desert.

Unfortunately, the people on the ship had no more choices.

About half an hour later, the stone boat slowly docked, and Xinbadi dragged his sore and exhausted body off the boat. It was not until his feet landed on the soft sand that he felt a long-lost ease.

The world finally stopped shaking.

"Look, what's that?" Muli pointed to the depths of the land, "A watchtower?"

He followed her gaze and saw a black iron frame standing in the yellow sand, looking not far from the coast. Two flags fluttered at its top, one bright red, and the other seemed to be embroidered with intricate patterns.

If it were normal times, Xinbadi would definitely wonder why a girl he had only occasionally talked to would always stay by his side, but now he had no energy to think about this aspect, "Someone... came here first?"

"Let's go over and take a look."

"Wait a bit," he shook his head, "It's better to wait for Lord Tulam to give instructions before leaving."

The sand people who had fallen into the water were still fresh in Xinbadi's memory, and he did not want his beloved to be punished by the iron whip in public.

"Muli, I finally found you!" People of the same tribe gradually gathered around, "Xinbadi, you're here too?"

"I thought you vomited and passed out on the ship."

"Hahaha..." This remark caused a burst of low laughter.

Xinbadi lowered his head rather embarrassedly. He was indeed one of the weaker ones in the tribe, both in strength and courage. It was okay to be talked about by everyone usually, but in front of Muli, he felt his cheeks were a little hot—in fact, during these days of sailing at sea, his performance was not as good as Muli's.

"Look, there's an iron tower over there!"

"How did they move such a heavy thing here?"

"Maybe by boat? I heard that the Graycastle people have a waterway that leads directly to Endless Cape."

"Will we camp there tonight?"

"It should be right, the oases of Endless Cape are much more dangerous, so people must be left to guard at night."

More than twenty people came from the Fishbone Clan in total, which was considered the smallest group of all the clans, but this scale could be called the prime of life. One of them, a peer named Kalong, was the best of them. He looked tall, with handsome features, not only was he skilled, but he was also deeply loved by the chief. As soon as he spoke, everyone's attention was attracted, "I have participated in the exile escort of Iron Sand City. Whether it is sand worms or poisonous scorpions, they are much larger than those in the oasis. There are even rumors that the ironclad giant scorpion that dominates the land is also active in this area, so everyone must be vigilant and set up tents as close as possible to those Graycastle people at that time."

"Do you think what Lord Tulam said is true? Can the Great Chieftain really create water in the desert?" someone asked.

"Eighty or ninety percent impossible," Kalong smacked his lips, "If he really had such ability, he could become the ruler of the desert without holding a sacred duel, so why bother."

"Then what should we do?" Everyone couldn't help but riot.

"Don't worry, the Great Chieftain won't spend so much effort just to throw us into the Land of Exile," his calm voice seemed full of confidence, "This action may just be out of his momentary whim. After the Graycastle people find that it cannot be achieved, our work will also be over. As for the three months of remuneration, Aosha will definitely not be able to renege!"

"That's right, otherwise who would still believe them!"

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, it's good as long as we can go back."

The tribesmen nodded one after another, only Xinbadi did not agree. He agreed with the first half of Kalong's words, but had doubts about the second half—the Graycastle people did underestimate the desert. The plan to turn Endless Cape into a town was destined to fail, but looking at those soldiers wearing uniform uniforms and with serious expressions, he vaguely felt that the Great Chieftain was not just talking.

At this time, some people had already begun to move towards the Iron Tower, the team became dispersed, and Tulam was still talking to the Graycastle people, seemingly indifferent to all this.

"Let's go over too?" the tribesmen suggested.

"That's right," Kalong nodded, "If we really camp near the Iron Tower, we can grab a good spot if we go there early, everyone follow me." He also gave Muli a special look, "Do you need me to help you carry your luggage?"

The latter hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Xinbadi said it's best to wait until Lord Tulam orders us to leave... Didn't he keep emphasizing the need to abide by discipline before?"

"We're not staying on the ship and refusing to come down, does he even need to manage that?"

"Xinbadi, you're not scared by Endless Cape, are you?"

"He might still be dizzy now." The tribesman who had laughed at him before taunted him again.

"I'm just worried—" Xinbadi raised his head, just about to defend himself, when a burst of rapid whistle interrupted the conversation.

"Everyone, gather now!" Tulam, who had been ignoring the departing people before, did not know when he had come to the front of the many clans. He held out three fingers and grinned coldly, "I'll only give you three breaths of time, after that, every breath over will count as a whip—this is the second lesson I'm giving you, remember it all!"