Chapter 936 Arrival at the Kedas Tribal Area

The city of Kedas, named after the Kedas tribe, is the political center of the five major tribal areas along the coast and has a population of nearly 300,000.

The sandstorm from the Death Desert spanned thousands of kilometers, turning the sky of Kedas City gray and blurry. The sunlight shone faintly through the thick sand and dust.

There was a dull feeling in the air, and when I breathed I could feel tiny grains of sand gently passing through my throat.

The surrounding scenery was covered by yellow sand, and the outlines were blurred. The buildings and trees seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light yellow gauze, losing their original color and clarity.

Weilin looked at the scene in front of him. Wherever he could see, whether it was the patrolling Shia orc soldiers or ordinary Shia orc civilians, they all wrapped themselves up tightly.

Kyle raised his right hand and extended it out of the magic shield. In less than a minute, a layer of fine yellow sand accumulated on the back of his hand.

"Compared to the environment in their capital, it's a world of difference!"

"really."

Kyle withdrew his right hand and nodded in agreement.

"Let's go to the Governor's Mansion first."

Weilin gave up the idea of ​​strolling around and prepared to do his business first.

Half an hour later, Weilin and Kyle arrived at the main gate of the Governor's Mansion in Kedas City with magic shields, announced their names, and asked the Xia orc soldiers to report.

In less than a moment, a rather sturdy Xia orc ran out of the gate, came to Weilin, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Lord Qixing, welcome to Kedas City. I have asked someone to prepare the Yunhai flying car to take you and your entourage to the tribal holy land."

"Thank you." Weilin thanked him.

"You don't have to do this. As the host, this is what we should do."

A few minutes later, a carriage powered by magic crystals and glowing blue-purple landed in front of the Governor's Palace.

In front of the carriage, two light yellow griffins were crawling on the ground, looking docile.

The governor of the Kedas tribal area came to the carriage, opened the gate himself, and said, "Lord Qixing, please."

Weilin thanked him, passed through the film and entered the carriage.

Kyle followed closely behind, entered the carriage, and sat on the opposite side of Weilin.

After the car door was closed, the Yunhai Flying Car began to climb upwards after a slight vibration. It did not stop flying upwards until it left the space covered by the yellow sand and entered a stable flight state.

Weilin propped his chin up with his hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said with emotion: "I finally understand why it is called the Cloud Sea Flying Car."

"Walking across the yellow sand, you can clearly see the dividing line between dirty and clear water," Kyle echoed.

Half an hour later, the Yunhai Flying Car began to descend, passing through the yellow sand and arriving at the city built on the plateau.

Looking out from the carriage window, even though the yellow sand blocks your view, you can still see the 100-meter-high statue standing in the center of the plateau.

A Shia orc was shirtless, with an animal skin wrapped around his waist, holding a torch in his left hand and a scimitar in his right hand.

Not surprisingly, this person is Kedas, the ancestor of the Kedas tribe.

The Cloud Sea Flying Carriage landed at the foot of the sculpture. Weilin raised the magic shield again and got off the carriage.

"Lord Weilin, the Kedas tribe welcomes you." A young Shia orc came forward and greeted with a smile on his face.

Upon hearing this, Weilin said apologetically, "Byron, I'm sorry. I wanted to come to the appointment in May last year, but due to the war, it was delayed to March this year."

"Lord Weilin, defending the country is a commendable thing. You don't need to apologize to us."

The Shia orc boy made a gesture of invitation and said, "This is not the place to talk. Please follow me."

Seeing this, Weilin followed.

After walking for several thousand meters, we arrived at a closed semi-permanent tent. A rough estimate showed that it covered at least three thousand square meters.

Inside the tent, an old Shia orc sat up from the carpet and walked towards the entrance of the tent.

On his left and right sides, thirty-two Soul-level Shia orcs stood up and went with the tribe leader to greet the human with divine grace that Saint Glald had mentioned.

Outside the tent, two low-level gold-level Shia orc guards opened the curtain, bowed their heads, and performed all the necessary etiquette.

Weilin nodded slightly as a return gesture, then entered the big tent.

Standing on the carpet, Weilin smiled gently at the approaching old Shia orc. He was the first to speak, "Sir Osvid Kedas, it's an honor to meet you for the first time."

Osvid placed his remaining right hand on his chest, returned the greeting solemnly, and said: "Dear Count God-given, on behalf of the Kedas tribe, I welcome you."

Thirty-two Soul-level Shia orcs followed the chief and saluted to express their respect for the God-given Earl.

The two sides exchanged some pleasantries, and at Oswald's invitation, Weilin went to the guest area and sat down.

"Elder Osvid, I don't know why there is so much yellow sand here. I remember that the Death Desert is more than 4,000 kilometers away from here."

"God-given Earl..."

Weilin said, "You can just call me Weilin, or Qixing."

Seeing this, Oswald smiled kindly and said, "Then I will call you Verin."

"From October to May of each year, the six tribal areas in the western part of the kingdom will be covered by yellow sand."

"According to your understanding, we are 4,300 kilometers away from the Death Desert and will not be affected by the sandstorm, but the land between the Holy Xia Orc Kingdom and the Death Desert, which we call the Calis Corridor, is controlled by the Black Xia Orcs."

"They destroyed all the trees in the Calis Corridor, flattened the mountains, and built a sand diversion ring to divert the yellow sand storms from the Death Desert to our area, destroying the normal food production in the western region, in order to reduce our population."

"For thousands of years, they have indeed done it. The food self-sufficiency rate in the western region of the kingdom is only 15%, and the gap is as high as 85%. It is with the assistance of the Dawn Church that the prosperity and population of the western region can be maintained."

"Every time there is a war, we want to..."

Looking at the old man who was talking incessantly, Weilin did not feel impatient, but instead showed great interest.

Apart from being lazy, his favorite thing is to learn about the humanities and scenery.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

The more Oswald spoke, the more excited he became, and the more Weilin listened, the more alert he became.

Faced with this old man and this young man, the thirty-two soul masters who were accompanying them had to wait quietly.

As for Kyle, he had already closed his eyes, paying a small part of his mind to focus on the outside world, and spending most of the rest of his energy on meditation.

"Grandfather, the food is ready."

Byron came to Oswald's side, leaned close to his ear and whispered a reminder.

"How long."

"Five hours."

Oswald came back to his senses, looked at Weilin, and said with a smile: "If you are interested, we can find a time to have a good chat next time."

"Thank you very much, elder." Weilin said after hearing this.

"There's no need to thank me. I'm just glad you can listen to these stories from an old man like me."