The Sand Scorpion Tribe has been clouded lately.

The banquet, which usually takes place every five days, has not been held for two weeks. In the old days, when the sun was setting, the warriors would gather in the middle of the tribe from time to time, drink some wine made of berries or corn, and sing loudly through the strength of the wine, and talk freely about which girl had bigger buttocks. That was the usual way for the people to let off steam, but these evenings the square was getting scarcer—the few who were left were talking about heavier topics.

As one of the most powerful Saatchi tribes in the wasteland, this sight is not common. No tribe dared to take the initiative to trouble them. Even if the drought of that year led to a shortage of hunts, they had enough force to loot enough food from the small and weak villages in the vicinity...... Or something that can be used as food.

The reason for this is, of course, the bad rumors that continue to come from the west.

The powerful "gods" of the northern forests were finally no longer satisfied with their tribute and service, and began to devour their tribes one by one. As for the people they took away, there were all kinds of rumors, but none of them were good.

At the speed of the rumors, I am afraid that in two or three weeks at most, my own tribe will also become part of the rumors.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Elna people in the south have their eyes on the Empire and have little interest in the barren lands they live in—a fart. Truth be told, he would rather live with those damned foresters than hand over the fate of his people to those powerful and ...... Guy who lacks humanity.

Hakum doesn't think he's stupid. To be able to become the patriarch of the sand scorpion, in addition to strong enough muscles, leadership and a certain amount of wisdom are also indispensable. But he twisted and twisted his brain, and he couldn't squeeze out a good enough idea to maintain the existence of the clan and ensure his personal status in the clan.

Someone was knocking on his door, and he glanced at the angle of the sun—it wasn't food yet. This made Hakum's mood even worse.

"I said, don't bother me if it's okay!" He yelled, "Whatever it is, let me wait until after lunch!" ”

"I'm afraid you don't have time for lunch." A cold voice suddenly interjected, and the door that had been latched opened somehow, "I have something to ask you for." ”

Hakum stared at the woman who had suddenly walked in. She's about two heads shorter than herself, and her body is well-shaped, with some muscle—but it's not far from it. The complexion is much fairer than that of the Sachi, and the face and facial features are neither Erna nor Kamal. The problem was that his instinct to hunt and fight all year round made him feel that he was now among the two...... The other party is the hunter, and he is the poor prey.

He thought of a possibility, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down his neck to his back. "Lord Kami." His voice was low for a moment, "You...... What are your requirements? ”

The woman scoffed. "I'm not the guy you think I am." She moved her wrist, "And my request is simple. Have your people pack their bags and come with me. ”

The first half of the sentence relieved Hakum. However, the other party's next words made him tense his nerves again, "Let's go...... Where to go? ”

"A place to be able to hide from those 'demigods'." The woman rightly said, as if there was no difficulty in this matter at all, "However, although you are still the patriarch of the sand scorpion in name, from now on, your people, including you, must obey my request." ”

The patriarch of the sand scorpion subconsciously wanted to agree, but finally stopped at the last moment.

Ever since this unidentified woman broke into the room, she had been leading her by the nose. This annoyed Hakum, who looked at the felt wooden table in front of him, eager to lift it straight into the other's face.

And then he did. The round, low-legged wooden table rose into the air with a roar, and with a few ornaments and a short knife on it, it slammed into the head and face of the black-haired woman. Hakum then sprang to his feet, glaring at him condescendingly.

"!" He yelled, reaching forward with his thick, well-developed right arm. The feeling of danger still lingers, and the woman in front of her may be a wizard who must stop her from performing any witchcraft and ask her purpose. "Give me—"

The words that followed became pure gasps. Hakum felt himself suddenly thrown into the air and had to open his mouth wide to avoid biting his tongue. Then—before he could do anything, the felt floor slammed down on his face and chest, almost with such force that he almost lost his breath.

"I don't have that much patience, and it's not to save you." A flat voice came from behind, "Come with me, or stay here and die." The choice is yours. ”

The sand scorpion's patriarch struggled to roll over and sit up with his arms propped up.

The table that he had lifted away was sitting safely by the door, and the rest of the objects lay on the table in the same way. This scene, coupled with the 'slap' from the earth, made Hakum slightly realize that his force might not be worth mentioning in front of the other party. Fortunately, the woman in front of him seemed to be able to talk, and he had heard that in those tribes that were devoured by the 'gods', anyone who dared to resist would have only one end.

The sand scorpion's patriarch squeezed his brain, picking out the words he thought fit. "The gods of the north and ...... What is the relationship between you? ”

"Enemy." The woman glanced at him and replied without hesitation.

"Then you ......" Hakum rubbed his hands, feeling his entire palm drenched in sweat, "you want us to ...... Do what? ”

"There are quite a few questions." The brunette woman chuckled. She sat down on the round table and rested her left leg on top of her right. This position is not good for getting up quickly or fighting, but Hakum clenched his fists and decided not to make a dangerous attempt.

"It's good to be a little prepared." The woman crossed her arms on her knees and leaned over to stare at him still sitting on the ground, "Behind the group of 'demigods' is a wizard. You're going to be my warriors, going and fighting that guy and his men. ”

It sounded like it might as well be taken away by the "gods", Hakum thought with annoyance, at least it wasn't certain death. But the little curiosity that remained made him plan to ask more. "You...... Why do you think we can beat those 'gods'? ”

"Because historically, Huruman Stark will eventually fail." The woman rightfully said, "So he had to fail." Only then can I know what I want. ”

“…… What? The patriarch of the sand scorpion glared at the woman in front of him, not sure if his own brain was not enough, or if the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"I'm not going to send you to death or sacrifice you." The black-haired woman didn't care about his reaction at all, and Hakum could only continue to try to understand, "Your opponent is the Thatchi who were taken away by those 'demigods'...... Or something they made. ”

"What...... Stuff? "This time Hakum could hear clearly, and the women were saying, 'Made with them.'" His annoyance was almost gone, replaced by a chill.

"Dead puppets, stitching monsters, or whatever." The woman seemed to be saying something commonplace, which made her words even more believable, "That wizard can even make dragon lichs, and it probably won't take much effort to deal with you Thatchies." ”

"This ......," Hakum felt his hands tremble, and his words were squeezed out between his teeth, "this is blasphemy against the Ancestors—he will be damned——! ”

"I'm afraid you'll use all your strength to feed, and curse Huruman Stark." The black-haired woman looked at him with a sneer, "If you still had a little courage, you wouldn't have watched your clansmen become like that, would you?" ”

The brunette jumped lightly to the ground and turned, not minding her back to him at all, "Give you ten minutes to think about it, I'll wait for you outside." If, of course, the answer is still no-"

The next understatement completely extinguished his anger. "Maybe I'll consider killing everyone before I have another fight with your zombies."

He didn't even notice how the other person left, and he didn't realize why the conversation and 'fight' between the two didn't attract anyone. That last sentence might have been a threat, but he couldn't be sure. And, instinct or something else, a voice told Hakum that many of the things the women had said, including the fate of the Saatchi who had been taken away, were probably true.

The patriarch of the sand scorpion pressed his forehead with his right hand, as well as the temples on both sides, closed his eyes and gasped. He slowly raised his clenched left fist, hissing and roaring, hammering the ground with all his might.

The only remaining unwillingness to vent with this blow was exhausted. He knew he didn't have a third option. The woman was at least right in one sentence, they were warriors, and it was easier to accept dying in battle than being made into an undead by a sorcerer. And, even if they don't belong to the same tribe - allowing others to desecrate the people of the wasteland will still bring terrible disaster, Hakum believes.

He sighed heavily, got up, and reached for the door of the house.