Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Raka eventually agreed to the condition of not marrying humans, but on the condition that Ivan provide work for the Hilichurls.

Recently, the Hilichurls population has reached its highest level in the history of the Blade Tribe. Usually, the Moscow Tribe, which is closest to the Blade Tribe, leads a coalition of various human tribes to plunder the Blade Tribe.

But with Ivan's rise to power, the raiding of Hilichurls became a thing of the past, and three years of peace led to a significant increase in the population of the Blade Clan.

While Ivan was thinking about how to find jobs for the Hilichurls, he found Navia, who was happily scavenging.

When Navia saw Ivan arrive, she excitedly handed him the wooden stick she was holding: "Look, this should be a toy for little Hilichurls. Set one side of the stick with flint and experience adult combat while playing!"

Ivan's lips twitched. "Girl, that's a weapon."

Navia brandished it a couple of times, then nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, very easy to use. I hereby declare that this toy... no, this weapon, officially belongs to Miss Navia!"

Looking at the smug and sweaty Navia, Ivan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you hot?"

Navia then realized that she was covered in sweat and couldn't help but raise her arm and sniff her armpits.

"Ugh~ Ivan, do you have water for bathing in your tribe? I heard that some tribes don't even have water for washing, is that true?"

"As it is."

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Along the way, Ivan answered every question Navia asked, and with such a beautiful woman by his side, he was quite pleased.

As time passed, Ivan and Navia ventured deeper into the tribe, where they saw people herding sheep and children collecting sheep dung everywhere. Occasionally, they would spot pack animals at work and patrolling soldiers.

Everyone patted Ivan on the chest in gratitude, thanking their leader for bringing them a good life.

"What are they doing there?" Navia asked, somewhat surprised. "Myles and Silver are there too, there must be some fun stuff there!"

Ivan followed Navia's gaze and saw that He Zhong and the others were gathered around a tent with the Fontaines, arguing incessantly.

Before Ivan could speak, Navia grabbed his hand and ran over.

Gently rubbing the soft, pink skin in his hands, Ivan couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

For more than ten years, he had been struggling for a living and career and had never tasted the pleasures of a woman, even though many women in the tribe were willing to climb into Ivan's bed, Ivan had not enjoyed it.

Women will only slow down my plundering speed!

Upon arriving at the tent where everyone was, Ivan learned about the situation.

The woman in the tent was having a difficult childbirth, so her husband called for the shaman Perm. Perm was an astrologer; he wasn't very skilled in medicine, but treating difficult childbirth was one of his specialties.

Just as he was about to act, a group of Moscow cavalry arrived. Nine young men had been injured during their raid on the caravan and were asking the shaman to treat them.

Just then, Ivan pushed his way through the crowd and came in. He could clearly hear the woman's low growls coming from inside the tent.

"Great! The chieftain has arrived!" The woman's husband was extremely excited. "The brave warrior who can fight against death, the chieftain to whom I pledge my life, please save my wife. She is being hurt by my ungrateful child."

Beside him, the cavalry leader said anxiously, "Chief, it's not worth it for a fragile life. Such a weakling, born into a cruel environment, will only end up in the Red King's arms. Let's check on the young men in the tribe first; one of them is already unable to move!"

The woman's relatives angrily drew their swords: "What the hell did you say? South Carolina! You're a jackal of the desert, a Dalit of the rainforest, someone who's never eaten meat. You'll bleed to death under my blade!"

Nanka Cairang gripped the curved sword at his waist, staring at them with a cold gaze: "You lowly dogs, the chief ordered us to rob the caravan so that everyone could find tea and food. If it weren't for you, how could we have gotten hurt!"

Ivan looked up at the cavalryman before him: "Every child possesses an unlimited future; this is the rule of the desert! Nanka Tsering, have you forgotten?"

Nanka's anxiety deepened: "But they really can't hold on much longer. If you weren't away from the tribe, I would have brought them to your tent."

Ivan turned to Perm and instructed him, "You, go and see the Batel who are fighting for the tribe. Don't let them be crippled. I'll go after I've saved the unknown ones."

Then Ivan asked the Fontainebleau people who were watching the spectacle, "Which of you knows medicine?"

A plump Fontaineian woman shakily raised her hand: "I...I don't know medicine, but I work as a tailor apprentice at the Thousand Orchestra House."

Her male companion pulled her hand down: "If you don't know medicine, why are you raising your hand?"

"I heard from the desert people who were guiding me that a good sewer is half a doctor."

Upon hearing this, Nanka's eyes lit up: "Great! Respected lady, quickly help our poor soldiers, you will become our benefactor!"

"Huh? I'm just an apprentice. I just raised my hand to try my luck..."

"It's okay, come on!"

Seeing that South Carolina had taken away the rest of the medical team, Ivan took a deep breath: "No one is allowed to come in!"

He then crawled into the tent.

The story of Ivan's medical skills dates back to his childhood.

At that time, he ate the rotten flesh shared by the Hilichurls, and suffered from persistent diarrhea and fever.

Ivan and his brothers covered him with blankets to make him sweat, wiped his body, brewed a pungent and spicy spice soup (there was no ginger in Pulau Yu), and lit tobacco to smoke his face.

After a great deal of effort, Esen was rescued, and thanks to the word of his friends, Ivan became known as a miracle doctor.

During a major battle with an invading tribe over pastures, the Moscow tribe suffered hundreds of casualties, and Valishi took Ivan to treat the wounded.

"No, Father. Esen came back to life because he was really lucky, really."

With a serious expression, Varisi said, "A dead horse is like a living horse; it can't get any worse."

Ultimately, with the help of their friends, more than 100 of the 400 people survived, and half of those 100 were disabled.

With a survival rate of less than 40%, Ivan was promoted by his followers.

Even though the Red King had already captured his soul, Ivan was still able to pry Ahmar's fingers open.

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"Wow~"

A loud, clear cry came from inside the tent, and Ivan emerged, his hands covered in blood: "The adults and children are all alright."

He washed his hands in the basin and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just reached inside the woman's body to adjust the baby's position, which was no easy task; he had to be extremely careful.

Even if he wasn't sure if both of them could survive, he had to act decisively to provide treatment.

He cannot panic; he is the backbone of his followers.

There's a saying in Fontainebleau: a doctor's greatest responsibility is to cure the diseases he can cure, not to cure all diseases.

Ivan didn't know what those words meant; he only knew that, as the best doctor among those present, he had an obligation to treat the patient.

The woman's husband knelt down and placed his forehead on Ivan's instep: "Respected chieftain, I am willing to be the sharpest scimitar in your hand, and I am willing to die for you, no matter when or where."

Ivan kicked the man's head away: "The birth of this child was accompanied by the bloodshed of nine barals. Let's give him a heroic name."

Amidst the expressions of gratitude, Ivan left and went to the wounded cavalryman.