Chronicles of Primordial Wars Chapter 290 – Desert Divine Beas

The sandstorm had passed. The traveling team wouldn’t stay in the Rain tribe anymore, so Huang Ye and others decided to depart the next day. After all, the rain wouldn’t last until then.
The rain had eased off and began to fall drop by drop, rather than form a line. The thick clouds in the sky had opened a few cracks and the golden sunlight poured down. It would not be long before the weather got clear.
“I really did not expect them to succeed.” Tuo felt amazed.
“That’s why it’s called the Rain tribe?” Lei said.
Not only Lei and Tuo, but also other people were shocked, even though they didn’t speak a word about it. That scene which happened just now left a deep impression on them.
“Is it said that the Shaman of the Rain tribe would be burned to death? Then have they done that?” asked Someone.
“Nonsense. He would be burned to death on the condition that he failed to pray for rain. But it rained heavily and all the credit for it goes to the Shaman. In my opinion, the Shaman’s position in the Rain tribe is expected to rise.”
“More than that, in my knowledge of the Rain tribe, if the Shaman really succeeds in praying for rain, he will be absolutely the most powerful person in the tribe. No one will refute what he says and his position is higher than that of the Chief.”
This was indeed true. The people of the Rain tribe now regarded Yang Sui as their god. Even if Yang Sui requested them to kneel down and lick his toes, they would consider it an order and follow it.
Shao Xuan checked the Rain tribe’s totem in his sea of consciousness. The dots on the totem in the shape of drops were still rolling. However, compared with their rolling speed when it rained heavily just now, the rolling speed of these dots was much slower now.
It was probably the first time the Rain tribe succeeded in praying for rain, so they sent some water and food to the travelers who rested at the border of their tribe. These things usually needed to be exchanged, but now, the people of the tribe were happy, so they wanted others to be happy together with them. Therefore, some water and pancakes were delivered.
However, the people of the traveling team were not very interested in water and pancakes. Water? They’ve enough of it. Pancakes? Who would like that kind of hard pancakes that could break one’s tooth?
However, the experienced elders were happy to accept these pancakes and carefully put them in their hide bags.
In the afternoon, Yang Sui came to look for Shao Xuan. This time, instead of delivering him a message, Yang Sui came in person. The crisis had passed and his status was stable, so there was no fear that it would bring trouble to Shao Xuan. On the contrary, if the guards who managed the area saw the scene, they would give more preferential treatment to Shao Xuan.
Compared with Yang Sui two days ago, now he had changed into clean and tidy clothes. The awkwardness before he prayed for the rain was also gone.
Within just one day after the ceremony, Yang Sui looked much more calm and composed. Maybe it was because of this incident, or because of others. In short, he looked like a real Shaman now.
Only Mi Xu came with Yang Sui.
It was sunny, and the air after the rain was fresh. The moist coolness had not yet dissipated, and most of the Rain tribe people were smiling.
“Congratulations,” said Shao Xuan. Then he took out the hide bag with shell coins and handed it to Yang Sui, “This is for you.”
“You take it, I don’t need this now.” said Yang Sui. He didn’t lie. He did not lack shell coins because of his current status. The Rain tribe looked barren, but Rain tribe people actually had a lot of shell coins. As the highest-ranking person in the tribe now, Yang Sui possessed more, and this bag of shells was nothing compared to the wealth he currently had.
“I don’t need it. It’s useless for the next part of my journey.” If there was no accident, the direction that this traveling team was going to was very likely the desert. These coins were useless for Shao Xuan there. Even if he needed help, he had something for trade. There was no need to bring a bag of shell coins.
Hearing the words of Shao Xuan, Yang Sui thought of something and didn’t object. He took the hide bag, handed it to Mi Xu, and whispered a few words to Mi Xu.
Mi Xu hesitated and then nodded, leaving with the hide bag of coins.
After Mi Xu left, Yang Sui said to Shao Xuan, “Wait a moment, I asked her to get something for you. You will definitely need it.”
“Are you going to the Death Land?” Asked Yang Sui.
Shao Xuan thought that people here called the desert “the Death Land” and then nodded, “Yes, we’re going there.”
“I know many people have gone there in the past. Some are travelers like you, and some are slaves. However, many people who entered the Death Land never came out. I also went in when I was a child, and I was almost not able to come out.” Yang Sui talked about his own experience, “When you enter the Death Land, don’t trust anyone, neither your team members nor the seemingly poor slaves. They may do anything to survive. Moreover, in the Death Land, even if you see something, you have to be cautious of the way you react. Sometimes, what you see is not the truth.”
Shao Xuan agreed and nodded. To survive in the desert was difficult, which may stimulate some people’s extreme thoughts, so he had to be on guard. As for the last sentence said by Yang Sui, there may indeed be mirages in the desert.
After talking about what he saw and heard, Yang Sui looked at and bowed to Shao Xuan solemnly.
“Shao Xuan, thank you!”
Noticing Shao Xuan’s confused expression, Yang Sui became upright and smiled, “I know it’s you.” When he prayed for the rain, he could feel the inner flame had begun to wake up, but it didn’t take long for the inner flame to fall asleep again. At that time, he already knew that he had failed. But not long after that, the inner flame changed again and woke up. He felt that the power that woke up the inner flame came from the border of the Rain tribe, where the traveling team resided.
At that time, Yang Sui guessed it was Shao Xuan. As far as he knew, Shao Xuan had a strange power of inheritance.
Now, after seeing Shao Xuan, Yang Sui was more certain about that.
While they were talking, Mi Xu had come over. She did not come by foot but rode a camel.
This was the first time Shao Xuan saw a camel in this world.
It was a two-humped camel, and its humps were about two meters. The body was yellowish brown in color, and it had short ears and long tails. Most of the fur on its body was not long. Although it was large, it looked thin.
When looking closer, one can see that the camel had some white fur around its forehead and on its short ears. On its long, bent neck and the humps, there were long dark brown fur, and also on the forehead, flying with the wind.
Shao Xuan observed the camel, thinking: a desert divine beast.
“I think you will need it.” Yang Sui looked at the camel that ran over and said to Shao Xuan, “These camels live in the Death Land, and it took us a lot of effort to catch them and bring them back. There are not many that survived the trip back to the Rain tribe from the Death land, and the surviving ones are usually used by tribes to carry things or as meat.”
When Yang Sui brought the camel to Shao Xuan, Mi Xu, who slid off from the back of the camel, looked at the camel’s eyes with reluctance and sadness. Moreover, this camel seemed to be familiar with Yang Sui and Mi Xu, since Shao Xuan could feel its closeness with the two.
Giving this camel to him, the two of them must have been reluctant, and once it went into the Death Land, its chance to come out was small.
“And this, take it.” Yang Sui handed Shao Xuan a heavy hide bag and a black stone wrapped in leaves.
Shao Xuan took the heavy hide bag, opened it, saw the things inside, and got shocked, “This is…”
“Pancake.” Yang Sui calmly said.
Pancake? This was a discus.