Explorer of Teyvat

The Hai Lantern Festival is over, the darkness of the past year has been washed away, and the whole of Liyue looks full of vitality.

Wanmintang's business became busy again, and Wang Daoyi couldn't even find a chance to have sex with Xiangling.

"Forget it, let's go to Xumi. How can the love between men and women be compared to the knowledge of the Red King!"

With the last hint of unwillingness, Wang Daoyi opened the earth channel leading to Xumi.

Big Red Sand Sea, in an unknown small ruins.

Wang Daoyi came out of the earth channel, looked at the unchanging small ruins, and then comforted the five land mushroom beasts.

"This desert is truly a desert compared to Liyue."

After walking out of the ruins and looking at the yellow sand flying in the sky, Wang Daoyi admired the desert people for being able to survive in such a place.

Reaching out and putting on the mask, the Book of Rocks was suspended in mid-air and slowly flipping. Rolling yellow sand began to gather. In an instant, a huge sandstorm formed.

In the desert, there is a small oasis. The original sapphire-like lake has gradually dried up, and several puffers can be seen struggling inside.

On the edge of the lake, a small tribe of less than a hundred people was stationed here.

In the big tent at the tribal center.

"Mother, the water here is going to dry up again. We have to find a new oasis." The man's face was full of ravines. He was in his prime, but he looked like he was dying under the baptism of the desert.

The one he calls his mistress is the eldest old woman in the tribe.

"Go and prepare weapons. The Kasak tribe must not die. Use swords to seize new oasis." The old woman nodded indifferently. She did not have the kind meaning of the old woman in Liyue at all. Instead, she was a bit mean and indifferent. .

"Mother, do we really want to go to war? Kasak is already very weak. Once we fail, we will disappear into the desert." Compared to the old woman's indifference, the middle-aged man was more worried.

But the middle-aged man's words did not move the old woman's determination at all: "Sid, do you have a better way? If not, just do as I say."

The middle-aged man, Sid, had a hint of hope on his face, "Mother Tulisa, let's go find Tanit. They are our sister tribe and they will definitely help us!"

"Tanit? Hahahahahaha," the old woman laughed hoarsely, "Tanit has gone crazy. For the so-called eternal oasis, they will not let us enter the sandy land of Qianhe. Instead, they will drive us away and kill us. .”

There was despair in the old woman's eyes. She didn't know when one of the largest tribes in the desert, her sister tribe Tanit, had changed. They blocked the entrance and exit of Qianhe Sand Land and inspected the comings and goings. Monitor and track teams and caravans, and plunder useless people.

Today's Tanit is no longer the sisters of these small tribes. They have added some small tribes to the "hunting" list.

"Then we can go to Aru Village, Anpu will accept us!" the middle-aged man Sid said, but his tone could not hide his powerlessness.

The old woman's eyes were even colder, not just cold, but even a bit hostile: "Do you want to betray the desert?"

"How could this be betrayal? Isn't Aru Village a desert?"

"Occupying the richest water source in the desert, but wagging your tail to pray there, isn't this betrayal?"

The two were quarreling in the tent, and then a tribesman broke in: "Ms. Mistress, Elder Xide, a sandstorm is coming."

The two people who were originally arguing looked at each other, and their expressions changed. Sandstorm is a very common word in the desert, but it is also the most dangerous word.

"Pack up your things and protect the beasts of burden into the shelter. Also, keep an eye on the children!" Elder West Germany responded immediately, "Send a signal and notify the safari warriors to come back as soon as possible."

Sandstorms are terrifying, but the scavenging beasts that hunt them after the sandstorms should not be underestimated.

Therefore, after Elder West Germany issued the order to evacuate, he also issued an order to summon soldiers.

Although recruiting warriors in a sandstorm may cause losses to the warriors, if these warriors do not come back after the sandstorm, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe, plus some ordinary left-behind warriors, may become dinner for the wild beasts.

Those red vultures, poisonous scorpions, and even some holy beasts will not let go of the desert people who are unable to resist.

After all, these beasts are currently on the desert people's diet.

As soon as Elder Sid and Mistress Tulisa rushed out of the tent, they saw yellow sand flying all over the sky in the distance.

Both of them had good eyesight, and could even see some desert beasts and monsters being swept into the yellow sand, and then instantly being ground into flesh and blood by the rough sand.

"With terrifying power, enter the shelter immediately. If the beast of burden cannot be driven back, give up and ensure your own life first!"

Elder Sid shouted.

If it were some large tribes, they might urge their people to chase the beasts of burden, but this small tribe named Kashak was too weak to bear the loss of any clan member.

In the distance, Wang Daoyi, suspended in the sandstorm, looked indifferently at the small tribe blocking his way, watching them flip over, watching them panic.

[Desert people never give in and have extremely fierce personalities. They have been living in the desert for thousands of years. 】

[Unfortunately, the real masters of the desert will never be desert people. 】

"Only fear and death can bring these desert people to my use."

There is no trace of the gentleness of the Hai Lantern Festival. If an acquaintance saw Wang Daoyi now, they might not recognize him as the gentle and elegant teahouse owner.

Driving the yellow sand all over the sky, as if the end was coming, Wang Daoyi kept crushing this small oasis back and forth.

Whether it is a beast or a human being, whether it is living or dead, as long as it is exposed to the yellow sand, it will be ruthlessly ground, and the body will be turned into the last dust, and then join the carnival of the yellow sand.

In a pit next to the oasis, a hundred desert people were crowded together, with their most important possessions - pack animals.

This pothole has been continuously built and reinforced by the tribe named Kasak since they lived in it, in order to prevent natural disasters and sandstorms in the desert.

After huddled together for several hours, they felt the sound of wind and sand above their heads gradually subsided, and the mistress and the elder looked at each other.

"Don't move yet, I'll go take a look." Elder Sid said to everyone.

As the elder of a small tribe, he does not have many privileges, but he needs to bear more responsibilities.

After calming down his inner fear, Syd pushed hard on the pitted stone door.

I didn’t push it, which was a bit embarrassing.

"The door should be blocked by sand. Come and help me pull the stone door back."

After a sandstorm like this, you can't push open the door blocked by the sand. You can only pull it back to open the door, and then dig out the sand.

With the help of the tribesmen, the stone gate was finally opened and the sand was dug out.

Elder West Germany took the lead and poked his head out of the pit.

Then, he saw a man in gorgeous clothes with white clothes and gold trim, and a jackal mask, looking at him in front of the pit.

"Haha, rats in the desert are always so good at digging holes. I thought you would never come out." The man in white made a mocking voice.

West Germany's pupils shrank, and you could tell that this was a very young voice. Of course, this was not the reason for the change in his pupils.

Instead, he saw the man in white, not standing in the desert. There was wind and sand around his feet, holding the man in white in the air, like a master looking down on his slaves.

Although he disliked the feeling of being looked down upon, West Germany did not dare to neglect: "Dear guest, welcome to the Kasak tribe. I am very sorry. We have just experienced a sandstorm and I am afraid that we cannot receive you."

Although he usually used swords to receive guests, seeing the sand swirling under the feet of the man in white, West Germany still felt that it would be better for him to be polite.

"Heh, it seems that the sandstorm has made the rough desert people learn some courtesy. Keep your humility, I like it very much."

The man in white, or Wang Daoyi wearing a mask, showed his arrogance to the fullest.

With a wave of his hand, the wind and sand surged and swept away the yellow sand at the entrance of the wind shelter, exposing the entire entrance.

Wang Daoyi could see the fearful eyes of the desert people inside the pothole.

"It's really rude to be crowded with animals. I'll give you some time to fix your appearance before you talk to me."

Fanning his face in disgust, Wang Daoyi continued to act like an arrogant person, "But you'd better not waste my time, otherwise Fengsha will teach you a lesson."

After saying that, without waiting for West Germany to reply, the wind and sand surged, carrying Wang Daoyi away from the entrance of the cave, and came to the original center of the tribe, the original lake of the oasis.

However, this place is now covered by yellow sand, and it is impossible to see what it originally looked like as a lake.

On the other side, Sid told Mistress Tulisa what he saw, and warned: "I saw the power of wind and sand under his feet. The sandstorm just now may not be a natural disaster. Mistress, we need to respect him. "

Matron Tulisa nodded. Although she had not seen what Sid said with her own eyes, she believed her elder 100%.

"I know it, West Germany. This may be a turning point for the tribe. Let's go and clean up. Don't keep that adult waiting."

As a storm shelter for the tribe, there are water reserves here.

Originally, this water was reserved for life-saving purposes, but now it was used for washing and dressing up, and the reason was just that he was afraid of the displeasure of an unknown powerful person.

In thousands of years of suffering, desert people have learned to respect the will of the strong, as long as the strong man is not from over there.

Over there, of course, is the Guild Academy.

If Wang Daoyi looked like a scholar just now, these desert people would fight Wang Daoyi even if they died.

The people who were still clinging to the desert during this period were unimaginably hostile to the Order.

After all, people who are not hostile to the Order have gone to green areas. Even if they are in trouble, they will go to Aru Village to seek life.

The two leaders of the small tribe did not keep Wang Daoyi waiting for a long time. In just a few minutes, Xide and Tulisa, dressed in fresh clothes, appeared in front of Wang Daoyi.

"Salute to you, strange and strong man."

The two looked at the mask on Wang Daoyi's face and called Wang Daoyi a strange and strong man.

Nodding slightly, Wang Daoyi said: "Very good, at least you didn't come to me with the smell of those animals. You don't have to be punished. At the same time, as a reward, I allow you to tell me your name."

Sid and Tulisa looked at each other and felt that this man in white was different from any strong man they had ever seen.

"My name is Tulisa, and I am the matron of the Kasak tribe."

"My name is Sid, and I am the elder of the Kasak tribe."

The two carefully announced their names and identities.

Wang Dao nodded: "I'll give you two choices, work for me, or be buried by the wind and sand."

Wang Daoyi did not introduce himself or exchange pleasantries, but directly stated his purpose.

For these desert tribes, showing strength is the best way to persuade them. As for talking and talking, ha, have you seen the teaching council use words to persuade the desert tribes for so many years?

If these desert tribes could be persuaded with words, they would not have lived in the desert for so long.

The tribe's mistress and elder looked at each other, and both could see the pain in the other's eyes.

A strong man asked them to surrender for no reason and did not say what it was, which made it difficult for them to make a decision.

Whether it's Tulisa or West Germany, although they always quarrel, their hearts are the same for the tribe.

"Give me your answer quickly, I don't have time to play with you." Seeing that the two of them were silent for a long time, Wang Daoyi's tone was a little impatient.

Sensing that the surrounding sand was beginning to flow, Sid and Tulisa knew they could stop dragging.

"Dear Sir, the Kasak tribe is willing to serve you, but..."

Wang Daoyi seemed a little impatient: "Just what?"

West Germany's face full of ravines showed a bit of "embarrassment": "It's just that the Kasak tribe no longer has an oasis. If we don't find a new base in time, the only thing waiting for us is death."

In other words, if Wang Daoyi wants these tribesmen to work for him, not only to help them find a new location, but at least to wait for them to find a new location themselves.

"Oh, how simple it is. Point out the tribe closest to you. In the past, if they were willing to surrender to me, they could share the water source with you. If they were not willing, you would have the water source to yourself."

Wang Daoyi's current identity is an arrogant existence, and he will never wait for these desert people to waste his time.

A very simple and crude solution was proposed.

However, this plan is just right for desert people.

Sid and Tulisa looked at each other and pointed to the west in unison: "Sir, the closest to our tribe is the Gilded Brigade camp in the west. They occupy a large oasis, which is enough for the tribe to survive."

In fact, the Gilded Brigade was a raiding group composed of desert people. They had come to the Kasak tribe many times to rob, so when Wang Dao said the simple and crude method, Sid and Tulisa thought of it together. them.

Wang Daoyi looked at the two of them casually and immediately saw their purpose, but he didn't care. What Wang Daoyi wanted was to recruit a large number of people to find the remains of the Red King for him.

The Great Red Sand Sea is so big that if he were alone, he would probably not be able to find even a few Red King relics until he died.

Therefore, he needs a large number of people to help him find them, and these desert people are familiar with the desert environment and are the best helpers. As for where these people come from and what disputes there are between these people, he doesn't care at all.

He believed that these people would be willing to serve him under the storm.

Glancing at the two of them coldly, Wang Dao stretched out his hand, and a golden chain appeared out of thin air, tying up Sid: "Sid will take me to that place, Tulisa will gather people to come over, you'd better not let I waited over there for too long.”

After saying that, without looking at West Germany's frightened eyes, the wind and sand surged, carrying Wang Daoyi into the sky. Behind Wang Daoyi, West Germany was tied up with golden chains and also flew in the air.

However, what gave West Germany some peace of mind was that although the golden chains tied him tightly, they also protected him. The wind and sand surging outside could not erode him, and were blocked by the golden light from the chains. .

"Can you see the ground clearly?" Wang Daoyi asked, don't see the ground clearly, otherwise you will fly too far.

Sid nodded. As a tribal elder, his eyesight was pretty good.

Seeing that there was no problem in West Germany, Wang Daoyi drove the wind and sand and headed towards the west.

Then, West Germany saw how the previous sandstorms appeared. As Wang Daoyi flew, the wind and sand around him became stronger and stronger, and a steady stream of yellow sand was rolled up. Within a few minutes of flying out, a huge The sandstorm has already formed.

Like a natural disaster passing by, everything along the way was wiped out by the yellow sand, leaving only complete silence.

West Germany was trembling all over. Part of it was awe of the natural disaster like a sandstorm, and part of it was a reaction caused by extreme joy.

With such a powerful person as their backer, there's no reason why their Kasak tribe can't rise.

His brain was shattered by the huge surprise, and he didn't think about why a strong man of this level would need their support.

Fortunately, although I was a little too surprised and my brain was not working well, I still remembered my mission.

After flying for only ten minutes or dozens of miles, West Germany saw familiar terrain: "Sir, we're here. It's in the small canyon ahead."

Wang Dao slowed down and looked in the direction that West Germany pointed. There was an inconspicuous small canyon, and vague traces of human activity could be seen.

When Wang Daoyi was looking at the ground, there were several people wearing red ribbons looking at Wang Daoyi in the small canyon on the ground.

"The sandstorm is coming, take precautions."

With a cry, the people in the small canyon took action quickly. Compared with their tribe in West Germany, this place had obvious geographical advantages. Dozens of huge wooden boards were carried out and blocked at the mouth of the canyon to block the wind and sand. The largest intersection that blows into the canyon.

If you look carefully, you can also find that those wooden boards are wrapped with a layer of iron.

Obviously, these people have a lot of experience in resisting sandstorms.

Unfortunately, what came this time was not just a sandstorm.

The yellow sand swept down from the sky, completely ignoring the wooden planks at the entrance of the canyon, falling directly from the sky and wreaking havoc in the canyon.

"My lord, my lord, you can't. If this continues, the water inside will be buried by the sand." West Germany shouted distressedly.

Of course, I feel sorry for the water and supplies inside. As for the gilded brigade here, ha, it’s better to die more.

Wang Daoyi heard Xi De's shouting and nodded. He really couldn't run out of water, he had to drink water.

So, under his will, the sandstorm gradually subsided, leaving only a little bit of wind and sand swirling around him.

"Inazuma's Everyday Monster"

Wearing it to the continent of Teyvat, he is systematic, willing to work hard, and is ready to develop. However, they encountered the world's malice and elemental erosion. People from other worlds who had no elemental resistance soon died. So, everything begins with the resurrection from the dead. .