A flat, spacious stone boat slowly sailed into the blue water bay and docked in front of Sinbadi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Its size was so different from the small boats that occasionally appeared in Yinchuan that it was so heavy that it hardly looked like a human could paddle it. At the top of it stood two metal cylinders, billowing white smoke, the sides painted a striking orange, and the flat gray-white deck looked like a belly-flipped red trout at first glance.

Sinbadi, like most of his compatriots, had never been out of the desert and had rarely seen the sea, so he couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he saw such a ship, which was clearly not made of wood.

There was a commotion in the procession.

"Smack!"

Osha's caretaker immediately whipped them on the head, "Shut your mouth for me!

Sinbadi felt the crowd start to flow, and there were people pushing him behind him, and he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Caught in the procession of boarding, a trace of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

Perhaps he should not have left the Yinchuan Oasis and come to this strange land—although there was a water source that would never be cut off, the three gods probably couldn't look at such a distant place. If the ship were carrying them to the depths of the River Styx, the gods would not have heard their cries for help.

"Hold on to me, watch your step, don't step into the air!" Mu Li's voice brought him back to his senses in an instant.

A small hand clasped his palm, guiding him to the gangplank, while every now and then someone around him was squeezed into the water with a thudding sound.

Although someone at the dock will quickly pull them ashore, falling into the river in this kind of weather basically means losing the "job" qualification.

Those who had fallen into the water begged to get back on board, but they were answered by the whip of the whip.

Sinbadi and Murray clung to each other and boarded the stone boat with the flow of people. The moment his feet stepped on the deck, the expected shaking did not appear, and the hull below him did not move at all, as if walking on the ground.

When the gangplank was removed, Thuram, the big man of the Osa clan, appeared on the high platform in the middle of the big ship and drew everyone's eyes to it, "Remember what I said before? The Great Chief values order and discipline! Look at you people who have fallen overboard, all of them have been able to board the ship smoothly, have a chance to work, and have plenty of food in the Evil Moon, but now they have to wait for the next job opportunity to come! And all this is caused by your stupidity!"

"They've just fallen into the water, you can wait for them to change into their clothes—" One of the sandmen was halfway through his words when he was pushed to the ground by two guards and dragged to the side of the boat and dropped overboard.

"Discipline is everything! There is no individual collective, only the individual who obeys the collective!" Thuram snapped, "Unlike the clan competition in the past, those who were eliminated before were your potential enemies, and now those who are eliminated will be your relatives! Remember, this is my first lesson to you!" he paused at this point, "Of course, people like those who lose their jobs today will only starve for a while, and if there are still sand people or tribes who do not know how to obey the order in the future, they will be expelled from this eternal green land!" ”

As his words fell, a deep sound erupted from the metal cylinder and rolled over the clear water harbor.

The huge iron wheels on both sides of the hull slowly spun around, and the stone boat shuddered violently, and slowly left the shore and sailed towards the mouth of the river.

"Thank you, if it hadn't been for you...... Simbadi looked at Mu Li.

The latter smiled, his eyes curled into a slit, "Don't worry, I'm just right ahead of you." ”

"Really......" he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Mu Li and he are both members of the fishbone clan, and the two usually have an occasional relationship, and Sinbadi has always had a good impression of this girl with big black braids and light brown eyes, but according to legend, she already has a sweetheart, and he is not good at showing this affection again.

After being silent for a moment, he looked at Mu Li, who was lying on the side of the boat, looking at the scenery on both sides of the strait with a new expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried about where we're going at all?"

She looked back, "Blackwater Valley?"

"That's right, I've heard from other clans that it's close to choking swamps and corrupt wastelands, a place cursed by the three gods, and once you strayed into it, you can't come back alive. ”

"Did they apply to board the ship?"

"Uh, this ......"

Mu Li couldn't help but laugh, "Those people just want to get as few people as possible for this job, so that their clan can get paid more." You've also heard from Lord Drow Silvermoon that as long as you do what the Great Chief tells you to do, not only will your family have no worries about food and clothing, but your clan will also receive a resource subsidy. She exhaled, "Besides, do we have any other options?"

The last sentence made Sinbadi shut his mouth, indeed, most of the clans willing to follow Ausa to the southern border of Grey Keep were small tribes that were difficult to sustain in the Yinchuan Oasis, and Fishbone was one of them. The oasis they occupy is being swallowed up by the desert, and the drying up tributaries of Yinchuan are no longer able to guarantee the reproduction of the clan, so if they want to survive, they must either join other big clans or venture to the south.

"On the bright side, at least the Great Chief made good on his first promise - we don't have to worry about starving to death in the desert now, do we?"

Sinbadi couldn't argue with this, and according to Silvermoon, even those who didn't secure a job at sea would get a basic food ration - as long as they took on the chores of rebuilding the South, they wouldn't starve to death.

"What's more, the people of Ausha will also go with us to the Blackwater Valley, so you don't have to worry too much. Mu Li smiled and pointed to the ruins of the harbor in the distance, "Look there...... The land our clan was given should be near that black tower, if only we could stay here forever. ”

Sinbadi looked in the direction she pointed, and the whole of the clear water port seemed to be split in half—half burned ruins, full of ruined houses and charred wooden frames, and the walled courtyard was overgrown with weeds, as if it had been forgotten and deserted. The other half is already alive, with the sand people's tents undulating and figures shaking everywhere in the camp. Broken houses have been torn down, and freshly cut wood is being carried into the wasteland with the clamour.

Mu Li's smile made him feel a wave of anticipation in his heart.

Maybe when he returns to the area after his three-month work, the vicinity of that tower will be replaced with a brand new wooden house, right?

The rebuilding town slowly recedes until the boats begin to rise and fall with the waves, and the endless skyline becomes the only view.

They went into the sea.