"Great Chief...... What is it?"

"It sounds like the patriarch of all clans......"

"Isn't that the same as the Emissary of the Three Gods?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and at this moment, the patriarch of the Blackwater Clan, who had been reduced to the fourth place, jumped onto the high platform and questioned loudly: "But the Roland Wimbledon you said is the king of the northern kingdom, he is not a Mogin, how can he rule the entire desert?"

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Echo glanced at the other party and asked calmly, "Then the envoy of the three gods who once ruled the desert...... Are they all Mogins?"

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed in everyone's ears under the spread of magic power, and the Black Water Patriarch was naturally no exception, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Uh, this ......"

"We all know that the answer is no," Echo saw that he was dumbfounded for a moment, and turned his gaze back to the people in the audience, "The messengers of the three gods are real giants, and the legend says that they do not have the same appearance, some are four-legged and three-handed, and some have many heads, but there is no doubt that they are not Mojin people!"

At this point, she raised her tone abruptly, "And the few words left by the messenger have become the common rules of the people of Mojinsha—these words engraved on the stone tablets contain records of those who rule the desert, one is to be blessed by the three gods, and the second is to open up a vast oasis so that all the people can be free from hunger, thirst and death." As long as you do one of them, you should become the master of the extreme south!"

The discussion suddenly subsided, and no one would raise objections to the words left by the messengers of the three gods in the Land of Burning Fire, in fact, even the divine duel was derived from the way power was distributed in the law.

"But the envoy of the three gods has indeed managed to make the desert evergreen," the Black Water Patriarch was unwilling to be ignored, and pointed to the echo and said in a loud voice, "Legend has it that thousands of years ago, this place itself was an oasis!

"So as long as he can bring a new oasis to the sandfolk, you will recognize His Majesty's qualifications to dominate the Far South and serve him as your lord, right?" Echo raised the corners of his mouth.

"That's right. And it's not just me, I'm afraid the other clansmen think so too!" The Black Water Patriarch never mentioned the first condition, and tied the opinions of most of the sand people present to himself.

"It is true that His Majesty Roland cannot turn the Far South into a green land, but he is willing to admit us into the Grey Keep, so that we can live by the lake and the forest, and never again be threatened by thirst and sandstorms!" Echo walked to the front of the stage and said word by word, "This is the promise given by Your Majesty, he will bring a new oasis - and the vast north is the boundless oasis that will never fade!"

Everyone immediately inhaled a cool breath, almost unable to believe their ears.

Thuram was equally shocked.

I see, this is the true purpose of the Aosha Clan!

This is the meaning of the new oasis and the new order in the mouth of the iron axe!

Owning a land of eternal green is the dream of all Mojin people, and the temptation is even more unimaginable for those small clans who can't afford to compete for Iron Sand City. Even if the big clan hesitated and didn't want to see the order of the extreme south change drastically, it couldn't stop the spread of the news - I'm afraid that in less than half a month, this amazing news would be spread throughout the desert by the clansmen from various Yinchuan oases in the audience!

"No, this is nonsense, a lie, a deception!" the Blackwater Clan shouted loudly, "Have you all forgotten the tragedy of the Blackbone Clan and the Sandstone Clan? It is precisely because they believe the words of Garcia, the Queen of the Blue Water, that they have fallen to the end of the death of the Clan! Give the oasis and water source? The cunning Northlanders will not do this, they will only give you a pond, a palm-sized territory, and let you fight endlessly as if you were in the extreme south, and you have to give them their lives!"

Thuram sighed imperceptibly, if it was before the Holy Duel began, it would have been an excellent deterrent, but it was too late to say it now.

Five duels, no one died, the benevolent image of the Aosha clan has spread throughout the small oasis, as long as a little guidance, it is not difficult for everyone to form the impression that the king of the northern kingdom behind the Aosha is equally benevolent - and the benevolent person obviously will not oppress the sand people like the queen of blue water.

What's more, challengers like Black Bone and Sandstone are willing to sell themselves to Garcia for a low price, which is enough to show the attractiveness of the place of survival. Even if they knew that it might be a trap, there would be clansmen who would go with the mentality of giving it a try, and if the King of the Grey Keep sincerely wanted to bring the Far South Realm under his jurisdiction, these forerunners would inevitably become an example for more clans. As long as this is started, the northward migration of the whole clan is almost a doomed thing.

From creating a momentum to attract the attention of many clans, to creating an image of mercy by not killing a single person, and becoming the head of the clan with an indisputable sacred duel, while keeping the other big clans who have been pardoned from turning against Aosha in the limelight, this step has clearly been planned for a long time.

He thought that he would play a pivotal role in the settlement of the Ausa clan in Iron Sand City, but only now did he realize that he only provided the information about the clansmen that Ausa needed and the major clans in Iron Sand City, and he was completely kept in the dark about the real plan - the other party did not regard entering Iron Sand City as a matter at all, and revenge was just a gesture, and this feeling had to be said to be a little lost.

But the loss was only a brief moment, and Thuram soon regained his spirits, and if everything was as the new master had said, Osa would undoubtedly become the head of the clan far beyond that. So as a member of Aosha, he can obviously get great benefits from it, compared to the promising future, this small loss is nothing.

Sure enough, Echo shook his head slightly, "You're wrong, Patriarch, Garcia needs mercenaries, not people, and that's the biggest difference between her and His Majesty Roland." It is precisely because of this that she picked up the black bones and sandstone with strong combat power, but His Majesty is different, he regards all Mojin people as his subjects, so any clan can go to the Grey Fort Kingdom, regardless of how many young and strong men the clan has, and whether the strength is strong or not. He doesn't need the sand people to die for him—no merciful king will sit idly by and watch his people die senselessly!"

"But at what cost, we have to pay something, right?" Flame Patriarch Gurz stood up, "He can't help the Sandfolk for no reason, and I don't believe that there is a gift in this world that doesn't care about giving back!" He gritted his teeth, "You name it, I'm willing to accept it!"

"What His Majesty Roland wants is very simple, and that is work. "Work for the Kingdom and for yourself, like thousands of his people!" to get paid, to improve your life, to get an education, to raise your offspring...... That's all he wants to see. ”

"It's just...... So?" Gurtz couldn't help but be stunned.

"That's right, a way to survive without fighting and struggling!" Echo's tone rose a little again, "Everyone knows that there are fewer and fewer oases in Yinchuan...... When I was a child, I could occasionally see the oasis near the southern end of the Endless Cape, but now, the white wasteland in the northwest is expanding, and the oases are turning into sand, and even the small oases around Iron Sand City are smaller than before. Could it be that the Mojin people have always planned to fight and fight to seize the land of survival, to soak their blood in the yellow sand, and finally disappear into the extreme south with the oasis?

"No, sir!"

"I want to come with you, Silvermoon-sama!"

"Please take me!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, like waves, spreading from the center of the platform to all sides.

Looking at the beautiful woman on the stage who had gathered the attention of many clans, Iron Axe couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, and a line of hot tears welled up in his eyes.

This scene has appeared countless times in dreams, especially on the night when Osa became a challenger. However, when he woke up, the clan ceased to exist and the princess was reduced to slavery, and he thought he would never see such a day again.

And now, the echo is one step closer to the vision of his dream, and this feeling makes his eyes sore, but his heart feels extremely fulfilled and proud.

Osha was finally favored by the three gods.

"I know there are still concerns among those who have concerns, but the facts will tell," Echo said, raising his right hand and speaking loudly, "Clans willing to travel with me to the southern border of the Grey Keep can pack up now and set off for the Little Oasis to meet." Don't worry about those who come later, I'll leave a man in the Oasis to lead any clan that wants to go to the Northland to find a place to live. As long as you obey the laws of the Grey Keep, you are the people under the protection of Your Majesty, and the Grey Keep will always be open to you!"

No one knew who gave the first cheer, but it was like an ink drop falling into the water, which quickly rippled and quickly spread throughout the Burning Land.

The big clans were still silent, but they were insignificant compared to the others in the high stage.

For the first time, the voices of the tribes from all corners of Yinchuan overwhelmed the Iron Sand City.

There was a crack in the primitive and old-fashioned order.

And the new order is condensing its rudiments in the boiling voice.

It looks young and immature, but it exudes infinite vitality.

The people knelt down and cheered at the new head of the clan and bowed to the birth of the Great Chief—not everyone had the courage to be the forerunner, but there were always those who gave everything to meet the eternal green land in their hearts.

On that day, the cries of the people were heard in the Land of Fire.

On that day, the desert had a new owner.