I am a living immortal.

There were only five or six young men left in the tribe. They all held spears made of animal bones, and the only iron scimitar was given to the tallest and most skilled man in the tribe.

There is not only bad weather along the way, but also ferocious wild beasts and sand bandits who make a living by plundering. People like them are the sand bandits' favorite targets.

The woman's name was Gusa. She had a dagger tucked into her waist. This was a dagger her husband had found in the desert. It was originally inlaid with gems, but Gusa had already confiscated it and sold it. It must have been lost by a noble from a big tribe. In addition, there was a very tough piece of paper with a light blue, blurred crescent moon engraved on it.

This was also brought back by her husband. According to her husband, if she really encountered any danger, she could tear up this piece of paper and perhaps she could escape danger.

Gusha didn't believe that a piece of paper like this could save her life. She was not an ignorant person. She had seen those guards with high martial arts skills and knew magicians and witches who could control wild beasts, fire, and sand.

Although he didn't believe that a piece of paper could save his life, he still carried it with him. After all, it was something left by his husband. His husband, like many other people who followed water, disappeared in the desert and never came back.

"Gusha, hurry up..."

A voice came from outside the house.

"Coming." Gusha responded, folded the paper and put it in her pocket, then looked at the room reluctantly and left.

Everyone in the tribe is ready to go.

A few camels were left for the elders and the young, and the rest of the people guarded these camels in the center.

With yellow sand filling the sky, the team set out to find a new place to settle.

The camel's toes stepped on the scorching desert and gradually moved away.

They have a long way to go...

…………

Three hundred kilometers away from this pitiful oasis, there is a huge oasis, so it is also very lively here, with various caravans coming and going.

This oasis has scattered lakes of varying sizes and a river running through it. The river has water in the summer and dries up during the dry season.

This oasis is very large and is the largest oasis in the vicinity. Hundreds of thousands of people live in this oasis. It can be said to be a small kingdom in the desert. However, a large population is not always a good thing. It will bring a huge burden to this oasis, and the erosion of the desert has never stopped.

The oasis is getting smaller and smaller, but its population is growing.

So, the water-seekers appeared. They carried heavy loads and kept crossing the desert, looking for oases of all sizes, and then distributed the population. These distributed populations formed small tribes, which then expanded outward level by level.

With luck, these small tribes may discover the undiscovered large oases first, and the population will be completely liberated and become a large tribe.

However, during the expansion, they are bound to encounter other people, and war will break out. This seems to be engraved in everyone's genes, and plunder, annexation, differentiation, and growth form a cycle.

The emergence of war inevitably leads to the emergence of trade, and trade is accompanied by development.

The caravans connected one independent small country after another, and a special civilization was born in the forbidden area like the desert.

When the small tribe of Gusha came to this oasis with great difficulty and wanted to join, they were naturally rejected. There had been no wars recently, and the nobles had no intention of building palaces. The oasis could not accommodate such a large population, even if there were only dozens of people.

The patrol team ignored them and turned around and left, not worried that the group of people would refuse to leave. Without special passes, they could not move in the oasis and were not even eligible to buy food and water.

The prices in the caravans along the way and on the black market would be several times higher, after all, water and food are the hard currency.

Everyone had been mentally prepared, but seeing the warning looks from the other side, they could only leave in shame. Coming to this oasis had already reduced the team to a few people, and this was before they encountered sandstorms and wild beasts.

Moreover, their food and water were consumed faster than expected, and the next place where they could replenish water and food was still far away. The valuable things they had on them were fixed, and it was impossible for them to spend a lot of money to replenish them here.

Faced with an uncertain future, everyone can only brace themselves, take things one step at a time, and follow the oasis on the map. At least there is still hope...

This is the price of losing the oasis, and we have to go on regardless.

A group of people walked dozens of kilometers in this dusty manner.

Suddenly, a thunder was heard in the sky, and a thin dark cloud gathered in the distance.

"Boom!!"

Everyone looked up with joy. The lack of rain in the desert did not mean that it would not rain. They actually encountered it. There is always a way out. Everyone looked at each other and thought that if they could encounter this rain, they would not be short of water for a long time.

So he rode his horse at full speed towards the direction where the dark clouds were.

But after walking a few kilometers, I realized that something was wrong. There was only one thunder, followed by wailing.

The howl was extremely shrill, and after it, there was a loud "bang" sound of someone falling to the ground.

This strange sight made everyone's joyful expressions pause for a moment, and then they looked at the elder of the tribe, waiting for his decision.

As an elder, he is certainly not the smartest, but he has seen the most. Experience may not be important elsewhere, but it is crucial or indispensable when traveling in the desert.

Although the elder's face was blocked by the cloak, his eyes were thinking, and he finally decided to take a gamble. The rapid pace of his journey just now caused the water to evaporate quickly. If he didn't replenish it, he might become dehydrated.

The time for drinking each sip of water was planned in advance. If they drank water rashly, not only would they face a situation where they had no water to drink later, but they had also been too excited about looking at the dark clouds and had already walked out of the originally planned route. They had to rely on the dark clouds to replenish water, so they had to go through whatever was ahead.

"go."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded. They headed towards the dark cloud. In just half an hour, they arrived under the cloud and took out various water containers. Then they could only pray for rain to fall. If the cloud did not rain, then death would be the only thing waiting for them. In such an environment, every decision was a gamble with life. If they won, everyone was happy, but if they lost, then their life would be over.

Fortunately, the bet won.

When the first drop of rain wet the sand, everyone was so excited that they seemed to open their mouths.

Then the rain began to fall, not heavily, a drizzle, and it lasted only a short time, but that was enough.

The rain came and went quickly. When everyone was carefully pouring water into the cyst, Gusha's son tugged at her sleeve and pointed in a direction.

"What is that..."