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For this reason, Fallen Dragon Ridge and Port of Clearwater had provided coes and benefits to the laborers, in hopes of attracting more Sand Nations to help with the transfer

Within a year, various tents had been pitched in the saline-alkali land, and the place was soon alive with busy workers

The laborers dug wells and drew consuround stream of Silver Stream They not only drank the water but also used it to filter salt

Shortly afterwards, plants were built Without steaines or otherprocess was si People separated the scattered salt froravel, collected and crystalized theion where they would be further processed The repetitive and tedious work gradually became a new mundane routine of everyday life in the saline-alkali land

Although there was no oasis, sandworet tee with life

Many relocaters, as well as so to coood coroups and offered to work for the project in exchange for wheat, dried meat and fabrics Some of them returned to the oasis with the food while others stayed, beco clans in Iron City were not happy about this The more tribes that chose to move out of the oasis, the fewer resources they would obtain The increasing tension between the big clans and the small tribes had finally turned into an open conflict two o, where the Wildwave and Cut Bone Clans had dispatched infantry and killed so the oasis They had left their heads on the road leading to the north, apparently to deter people fro clans did not have the courage to openly provoke King of Graycastle, so they had attacked the sht the chief would dis would actually care about the lives of hundreds of Sand Nations They had not expected, however, that this would be the very thing that Roland detested

Brian knew very well that King Roland dreaded any loss of the population for no reason

Before Guelz had sent his letter to Neverwinter, Brian had already prepared himself for a probable war

"What if they lose?" said Guelz Burnflaed his forehead apprehensively "If I re on how to use a flintlock just three htered, and your clansmen would be reduced to slaves in Iron Sand City," said Brian as he closed his eyes "Prior to the war, I told you that it's going to be your battle, not mine I've provided you eapons If you still can't save your clans one of the soldiers of Graycastle I can always train new people if I want"

"" Guelz's rave expression for the first ti officer in front of hio was only for flintlocks" Brian went on, "Apart froers, their fists and teeth These are weapons Sand Nations have been using from the moment they were born, aren't they?"

The members of the Sand Nation troop selected by Brian were all from the small tribes that had relocated to Port of Clearwater Unlike the big clans such as Wildflame, those tribes were still concerned about the tribes left behind at the oasis, even though they had chosen to live at Graycastle As these people were not politically involved but still maintained a relationship with the desert, they were perfect for for a local military power They used old, outdated flintlocks as their weapons

Suddenly, outside the cauard hollered

"I' important to report to Mr Commander"

"Let him in" Brian opened his eyes abruptly

The tent flap was pulled open, and a man stumbled in, his face smeared with blood, all shaky and breathless He sank to his knee, panting, but his eyes were glinting with excitement

"Sir, on!"