The new chieftain Link began to gather the clansmen together, looking at the warriors gathered around him, Link's heart sank, there were once as many as sixty warriors, and now only seventeen people led by One-Eyed Old Joe gathered here, in addition to more than a dozen seriously wounded, but most of them were severely burned, and with the medical level of the tribe, I am afraid that a few will not be able to save a few.

Bringing the people together, the one-eyed old Joe announced Link's order to succeed him as the new chief, but the tribesmen accepted the appointment rather numbly.

The oasis was filled with a disgusting scorching stench, small strands of flames were still burning, the viscous and dull blood soaked the land of the oasis, the corpses of both sides were piled up in a heap, the soft and glutinous internal organs slowly slipped out of the wounds, the corpses were half-open, and in a short time the eyeballs were covered with a layer of white frost, reflecting the clear blue sky.

Link sniffed the faint smell of corpses in the air, and was about to give the first order, when suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he saw a familiar figure in the crowd of women, who was standing a little uneasily, isn't this Niata?

Seeing Niata for the first time, Link was first happy that she was safe, and then felt a wave of anger rush out, and his brain came to Niata as soon as his brain was hot, looking at Niata who was not wearing a headscarf in front of him, and was a little embarrassed, without waiting for her to say anything, a slap was slapped, Niata staggered, her mouth opened, and she was about to say something, but she was forced back by Link's gloomy gaze. Link was about to question why Njata didn't join the war, but thinking that the people didn't know the identity of Njata's mage's apprenticeship, he stopped talking and left Njata with a fire.

Stabilizing his mood, under the expectant gaze of the warriors, Link gave his first order as a chief, and the men counted the casualties and captures, and buried the dead. The women prepared food and treated the wounded, and the warriors took a short break to recuperate and prepare to spy on the surrounding tribes.

The clan began to follow orders, and Link came to Nyata alone, and when the crowd dispersed, he asked Nyata with a gloomy face, "Why didn't I see you in the battle?"

Njata's face still had the scars on Link's face that had just been struck, and she whispered timidly, "I, I'm afraid." ”

Link's anger came up again: "It's not like we haven't participated in battles! It's not like you haven't killed anyone! How can you be afraid!"

"I saw the Santarim mage attacking the tribe in the sky, and I saw the old priest being entangled by the Santarim priest, I was so scared that I couldn't win the fight, so I hid. Niata whispered.

Before Nyata could finish speaking, Link said coldly, "I think you still have expectations for surrendering to the Santarin Society." ”

Niata was stunned: "I, I don't know-"

Link calmed down, took a deep breath, and despite Niata's struggles, dragged Niata to Zacia's body, and pressed Niata to the ground, Niata looked at the unrecognizable Zacia, stopped struggling, and suppressed a low cry.

"Next time, I'll kill you. Link said coldly, and Nyata wept quietly and did not answer, "Eat something, and come with me to the old priest's tent later." Link stopped paying attention to Nyata, took one last look at Zacia, and walked away quickly.

Niata knelt down beside Zacia alone, her mood was very low, although she was not related to Zacia, but after all, she was the one he raised, seeing her adoptive father die tragically here, Niata, who boasted of having the absolute rationality of a mage, was also a little sad, blaming herself, thinking of Link's words just now, she was silent for a while, looking at Zacia's somewhat hideous face, Niata said to herself: "What's wrong with me, is it wrong to want to live?"

Link looked at a few camels not far away that had escaped from the pens, grazing peacefully on the low bushes at the edge of the tribe, and several herdsmen tried to bring them back, but the camels stubbornly refused to leave because they were not the usual herdsmen.

"The shepherd slave who usually takes care of you is probably dead. Link thought a little maliciously, and then was taken aback by his own thoughts, shook his head, called a few herdsmen who were carrying the corpses, and asked them to go and help, and he returned to the tent for the time being.

As soon as he returned to the tent, Link collapsed on the hide, took the jug, poured his saliva hard, and felt a sense of security as he caressed the "hope" that had been turned back into a stone sculpture. After calming down and being afraid of today's thrills, he secretly worried about the future in the future, took a deep breath, Link calmed his mind for a while, and began to seize the time to rest: "There are still many worries in the future." Link muttered to himself.

The women's meal was ready, the stock of lizard jerky and camel jerky was slowly baked on the fire, sprinkled with a layer of precious salt, exuding a tempting aroma, and in front of Link and the warriors was freshly roasted camel meat, sprinkled with sweet pepper, basil and other desert spices, bowls of salted lizard broth were distributed to the tribesmen at Link's behest, and the wheat flour left by Zasya and the old priest was taken out by Link's order, mixed with camel milk, lizard eggs, and dried date palm powder, and made into delicious sweet wheat cakes and distributed to the tribesmen。

The tribesmen drank the broth, ate sweet wheat cakes, felt the rare salty taste and precious date sugar, and showed satisfied smiles, and the pain caused by the loss of loved ones and the fear of the future were diluted a lot. Link looked at the people who were a little uplifted by the food, nodded slightly, grabbed the palm leaf with the camel blood sausage that was specially placed in front of him, and chewed it heavily.

Link ate, glanced at Niata, who was eating jerky in the crowd, didn't say anything, hurried to eat, and then went to the tent where the wounded fighters were placed, and personally brought food to the wounded soldiers, comforting the wounded soldiers, praising the fighters, affirming their contributions, and brushing up the soldiers' favorability.

The well-fed and well-fed tribesmen began to clean up the battlefield, and Link was very sad to think about the casualties counted by the tribe. The tribe originally had more than 500 people, but after this battle, there were only about 300 people left, more than half of them were women, children, old men who couldn't go to the battlefield, and the remaining more than 100 men still had more than 30 wounded, I don't know how many people could survive, only seventeen of the tribe's most valuable warriors could fight, and only one first-class apprentice priest and two unsightly mage apprentices were left in terms of extraordinary strength.

Link sighed, personally sent off the twelve warriors who were scouting in several directions around, and repeatedly told them to protect themselves, and then found Niata, and together they came to the old priest's tent.