Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Chapter 4 Declaration of War

No, where did they find 150 scholars?

Seeing the pleading looks in their eyes, Seno slowly lowered his claws.

He could suppress the influence of one scholar, but one hundred and fifty scholars belonging to the Brahmin class were enough to alarm the great sage at the top of the Brahmin hierarchy!

At that point, it won't be as simple as just being demoted.

"Throw our boss over here! Shorty Seno!" River gave Seno a nickname arbitrarily.

Sino's eyes sharpened, and anger was evident on his face.

"Hey? Who the hell do you think you are?" He twisted the curved knife in the river, causing it to churn inside the scholar's body, making the scholar's expression even more painful.

Behind them, the warriors of the Moscow tribe pressed their scimitars against the faces of the scholars.

"Sai...Saino! Help me, help me!"

"Sino, release those damn bastards of theirs! If anything happens to me, you can expect to be thrown in jail!"

"Sino, please, let him go. I'll give you oral sex once."

These scholars were not Elhesen. Under the silent intimidation of the scimitar, the scholars all cried out to Seno for help, and the scene became chaotic.

The volume produced by 150 people shouting together is very large.

Seno thought to himself, "I'll send the injured scholar to a nearby clinic first, and then once these gilded troop groups leave the city, I'll go straight for them!"

At this moment, the elemental burst time of Seno had passed, and the jackal phantom formed by the convergence of lightning elements dissipated into specks of starlight.

Then, Seno picked up Ivan and threw him into the river.

He quickly pulled the scimitar from the scholar's body and sheathed it at his waist, then caught Ivan as he flew towards him.

After glancing at Seno twice, He Zhong picked up Ivan in a princess carry and ran backwards.

Seno leaped to the scholar who had been stabbed in the river, covered his wound, and looked up at the crowd of Moscow soldiers: "Why aren't you letting them go!"

The Moscow soldiers exchanged glances, then stabbed the scholar in front of them with their scimitars!

These people were stabbed in the spine, and spinal injuries can lead to disability if not treated promptly.

Sino is a good person; he will definitely go to save these scholars first.

The pain of being stabbed is excruciating; you can't even scream. The scholars stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths to try and alleviate the pain.

The Moscow soldiers then turned and ran.

Sino was furious.

These desert people were taking advantage of Seno's kindness, making him send the scholars to the medical clinic first, thus prolonging the pursuit!

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"Quick, mount up, let's go!" On the outskirts of Kavan Post, Dolly stood on a luxurious carriage drawn by twelve horses, directing the warriors of the Moscow tribe. "We're going to Aru Village. The disciplinary officer won't dare to make a move there, and Ivan's injuries can't be delayed!"

He carried the unconscious Ivan onto Dolly's carriage in the river, and he and the others mounted their horses and escorted the carriage away.

Meanwhile, Kawan Post Station was in complete chaos.

The Moscow soldiers simply set a fire, and then they discovered that the anger of the desert people living in Kavan was ignited.

The desert people stormed into the rainforest people's shops and started a zero-dollar sale. The Moscow soldiers didn't even need to lift a finger. In just about ten minutes, Dolly's rival shops were completely looted.

In another day, Dolly will buy these unclaimed shops, and the surviving shop owners will sell their shops to her because they have lost too much money. Although some people may not sell their shops, it doesn't matter, because by then Dolly will have a monopoly on Kavan Station.

Timur of the River Vary kept glancing at Dolly's carriage; he was worried about Ivan.

Admittedly, Ivan was dissatisfied with many of his policies, but he only complained verbally.

He Zhong knew very well that as the chief of a tribe, one could lack powerful martial arts and magical bloodlines, but one must possess extraordinary wisdom and far-sighted planning.

The latter, there is no one in all of Moscow more outstanding than Ivan.

After taking office, Ivan gave away all his wealth to improve the tribe. He took in disabled and mentally challenged members of the Borjigin tribe who had been married off by incestuous relationships, making them herd sheep in exchange for food.

Moreover, the tribal chiefs of the desert, whether it be Varishi, Toghtoa Bukha, or other tribal chiefs, would unconsciously exude arrogance when looking at their people.

The reason is simple: becoming the chief of a tribe means being stronger than everyone else in the tribe.

The arrogance of the strong is natural.

But Ivan was different.

He would show respect to the elderly and women, treat men as brothers and friends, show more tolerance to children than the children's parents, and become cruel to enemies, even to the two-meter-tall strong man in the river.

"Hezhong, take thirty brothers and go check if there are any tails behind you!"

His memories of the river were suddenly interrupted. He looked at the man on horseback, holding a long-handled battle axe, named "Daytime Thunder." This man was Yesen Choros, the most intelligent man in the Moscow tribe besides Ivan.

In the past, Ivan would leave Esen to watch the house when there were large-scale operations, but this time the situation was special, so he brought him out as well.

"No problem," He Zhong replied sullenly, and left with his men.

Esen also had a furrowed brow.

Esen was a smart man. He knew that if Ivan died, his people would never submit to anyone's rule without his personal designation of a successor. In that case, a system of elder councils like that of the Tanit tribe would emerge.

This is very detrimental to the tribe's development; Ivan must live.

According to the plan, the journey from Kawan Post Station will take until evening to reach Aru Village.

At that time, Dolly will use her connections to get the doctor from Aru Village to treat her.

However, a small accident occurred during the process.

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"Hey! You thief!"

"This mountain is mine! These trees are mine!"

"Want to pass? Leave some money behind!"

"I am Zhang Hao, the leader of the Liyue Aozang Mountain Bao'er Treasure Hunting Team's Sumeru branch!"

"I am Erwo, the vice-leader of the Liyue Aozang Mountain Treasure Hunting Group's Sumeru branch!"

"We brothers do not rob nameless ghosts; state your names!"

Zhang Hao is the leader of the treasure-hunting gang. He originally worked under Bao'er, but due to his outstanding performance, he was sent to the desert to search for a treasure.

Zhang Hao used to fight in underground boxing matches at the Yanshang Tea House, where his opponents were criminals from various countries. The fact that he was able to stand out in such a place and eventually join a treasure-hunting gang is enough to prove his strength.

However, his IQ is truly questionable.

When Zhang Hao and his brothers arrived here, they had run out of ammunition and food. Just as they were about to go to a nearby village to borrow some food, they saw the Moscow tribe's troops.

Seventy treasure hunters against one hundred and fifty light cavalrymen—the odds of victory seem slim.

However, the treasure-hunting group possessed various elemental weapons, which had an overwhelming effect against those without the Eye of God. Meanwhile, the men raised in the desert tribes could ride horses before they could walk, and to avoid starvation, they had to take up bows and arrows and hunt in the mountains at the young age of five.

Given the formidable fighting power of these "barbarians" from Teyvat, a careful analysis suggests that the Treasure Raiders' chances of victory are slim.

The people of Moscow reined in their horses and watched the group of treasure hunters.

Zhang Hao's mouth was covered in sand kicked up by the warhorse: "Ptooey... Pfft... Which way does the desert wind blow?" (Robbery, money or life.)

Esen, mounted on his warhorse, cried out, "The north wind howls, yellow sand flies everywhere!" (He has no money, but you can take his life.)

"I'm thirsty, can I have a bowl of water?" (Let's try not to do anything on the hour.)

"The north wind howls, and yellow sand flies everywhere!" (No money, but you can take my life.)

Ivan instilled in his followers from a young age the following principle: if someone tries to rob you, fight them back. If you give in, they'll just rob you again next time they see you.

Besides, their own leader is lying in the back, so they can't afford to lose face!

Esen raised his long-handled battle axe: "Brothers, these Liyue people are trying to steal our money! Let's show them how our leader taught us!"

"Taking my money is tantamount to taking my life! I won't give it to you!"

"You want money from me? I'll stab your mother!"

"Yesen, enough talk, let's fight them!"

"I'll risk it! My head will only leave a scar the size of a bowl if it falls to the ground!"

Zhang Hao looked at the stubborn Moscow tribe, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. Then he looked back at his brothers who had endured the sand and thirst all day with him; he knew he had to get them some food and drink today, no matter what!

"You made the wrong choice."

The treasure-hunting group is fighting for supplies, while the gilded brigade is fighting for their leader; a major battle is about to break out between the two sides.

With Esen's command, the cavalrymen shouted the ancient oath of war from the desert and charged toward the treasure-hunting group.

There is only one sun in the sky.

There was only one headman on the ground.

For the glory of the chieftain

I beat the war drums of the camel-skin-covered mantle.

I rode a golden desert horse

I donned the iron-hard Thousand Rock Armor

I picked up the Liyue spear forged from white iron.

I carried the recurve bow, carved from the sunset fruit tree, on my back.

I fastened the sharp arrow wrapped in peach skin.

I tied on the brocade red silk that my mother had sewn by hand.

I hung up the curved knife that my father had sharpened himself.