Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Even the strongest mortal could not stand on a boat and throw a 50-kilogram bag of gunpowder to the shore 20 meters away.

The Muscovites, who possessed the "gilded" bloodline, would move back and forth on the water between various boats, throwing gunpowder onto the shore.

Some of the gunpowder in the ship was soaked in seawater, but it was still thrown ashore.

In the desert, where even dead wood can spontaneously combust under the scorching sun, drying the gunpowder in the parchment paper is not a difficult task.

Besides this scholar, Ivan also saw other rainforest scholars, but the others were too badly injured and probably only someone with the Eye of God could save them.

Among the elite troops led by Ivan, there was only one person with the Water-type Divine Eye, but this person's main focus was on offense.

Apart from the scholar hanging on the mast, all the other scholars had their heads chopped off by Ivan. Even if they regained consciousness, they wouldn't live much longer, so it was better to let them die unconsciously.

I am so kind.

Ivan hoisted the scholar from the mast onto his shoulder, jumped into the water, and swam to shore. He watched as his people dismantled the ship's metalwork and fired guns indiscriminately from the bank.

The desert is rich in minerals, so metal is naturally plentiful. However, the metal from the Fontaine Factory is clearly better than their own scimitars.

From Ivan's childhood, the Moscow tribe carried furs and other desert products, traversing rugged and stony roads to bypass the Chuchon territory and reach the seaside to trade goods with the Fontaines.

The people of Fontainebleau are much more generous than the people of the rainforest, and they have far more valuable things to offer. There are kettles that work simply by plugging in an electric crystal, atomizers that produce mist when water is poured in, and a single fur that can be exchanged for ten pounds of fine salt…

When Ivan was young, he shouted to a young nobleman who clearly had patriotic sentiments, "Fontaine Technology, awe-inspiring!"

This young nobleman not only gave Ivan a discount, but also gave him an extra small toy.

From then on, this saying spread among the Moscow tribes. Although not everyone would give away small toys at a discount, at least half of them would.

However, only a minority of nobles arrived by cruise ship, and they didn't bring large quantities of goods. As for wealthy merchants, they didn't even bother with the desert people's meager offerings. Therefore, the volume of trade was extremely small, but the Muscovites remained enthusiastic.

Fontaine Technology is truly awe-inspiring!

Muscovites have seen Fontaines using muskets from afar; those people were mostly Fontaine nobles who came to the desert by cruise ship for sightseeing and photography.

The nobles' guards use muskets, capable of knocking down an ordinary Hilichurl with a single shot, blowing off half of his face—the kind of shot that even a White Orb couldn't save.

Since then, Muscovites have developed a strong interest in muskets, and since Fontaine's muskets are flintlock muskets, Muscovites who have seen pigs run can easily learn to use them after a few tries.

The only problem is that the accuracy isn't very good.

A qualified musketeer is trained through countless bullets and gunpowder, and Ivan did not stop his tribesmen from firing indiscriminately.

“Chief, I think this thing is better than a bow!” A 16-year-old adult man, 2.2 meters tall, smiled憨厚ly at Ivan. “Look, one shot can make a big crater in the sand, but the rate of fire is too slow.”

Ivan, his face dark, threw the scholar off his shoulder to the ground and looked up at him: "Then you fucking better move the gun away from me right now!"

This man was none other than the possessor of the Eye of the Water God, the younger brother of the River God, Khorasan Timur.

Khorasan was stronger than his brother and was watched by the gods; given time, he would surely become a fierce general under Ivan.

Khorasan walked away with a fawning smile, only then realizing that the musket was prone to accidental discharge if the safety wasn't properly engaged, and he needed to quickly inform the tribespeople who were still playing with guns.

Just then, the scholar lying on the ground coughed twice and called out in a hoarse voice, "Water...give me water..."

"The water's here!" Ivan replied, quickly pulled down his pants, and peed on the water.

Every scholar represents an advancement in the technology of the desert tribes, and Ivan dares not be negligent.

The thin scholar opened his mouth wide to taste the heavenly dew.

After a long while, Ivan shuddered, stuffed little Ivan back into his crotch, bent down and roughly pulled up the scholar who was still savoring the aftertaste.

The scholar's eyes were unfocused. Seeing this, Ivan pulled him up from the ground and slapped him hard twice across the face.

The scholar, struck hard, could barely stand, but his unfocused gaze sharpened as he looked at Ivan: "The Drowned Corpse House... the Substitute Nest... the True Nari..."

The scholar rambled on incoherently, a string of words Ivan couldn't understand either, but Ivan ignored it, and affectionately put his arm around the scholar's shoulder: "Buddy, whatever you did before. From this moment until the end of time, you are my best friend, Ivan Rurik! My half-brother, the chief scholar of the Mos tribe!"

"I am the chief of the Moscow tribe. I have only one hobby in life: farming, herding, forging weapons, and robbing."

"Your scholarship had better be of some use to the tribe. If it is, I will bestow upon you the title of Twain Nayan. But my friend, you should know that even the Sacred Gold Insects will not eat the corpses of the useless."

"You can also run away now, and the jackals in the desert will gratefully gnaw on the dry bones, and the vultures will marvel at nature's gift and peck at the carrion."

“Activating the Magora is also a good option; the desert oasis is created by using the corpses of the defeated to turn sand into soil.”

"You have thirteen days to consider your future. When you return to the tribe, the punishment for traitors will be to wrap your entire body in cowhide and leave it to scorch under the sun, tightening it further and further..."

...Thirteen days later...

The people of the Moscow tribe, herding their sheep, finally arrived at the easternmost part of the Sewing Forest, on the coast.

The only difficulty now is getting through the Hilichurls' territory.

"Crack!"

"Mea~"

As bones shattered and the sheep bleated in agony, it lay on the ground, howling helplessly.

This canyon is called the Marmot Canyon. Poor people from the Sharp Edge Forest often come here to forage for food, and occasionally Hittites also visit. It is also the road for Muscovites to reach the sea.

This area is home to a large number of marmots. Marmots are skilled at burrowing, and a person stepping into one's burrow might at most slip and fall. For ungulates, except for pack animals, it can break leg bones, leaving them crippled for life—making them the lifelong enemy of desert horses!

Khorasan looked helplessly at the people on horseback behind her: "Boss, this is the thirteenth! The sheep can't get through."

With a grim face, Ivan asked his trusted men, "Gentlemen, do you have any good ideas?"

Everyone offered their suggestions:

"If you ask me, Chief, let's just fight our way into the Hilichurls' territory!"

"It works."

"good idea."

"Nothing wrong!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ivan: ...

I actually expect a bunch of desert barbarians to have any ideas?

Do I have no idea why I'm passing by here?

Seeing Ivan's even more sinister face, Ethan whispered, "Chief, this is the best way. What can we do if we can't get through here? We'll fight our way through the Hilichurls, even if it costs us our lives! We can't let the tribe's children go hungry!"

"Nonsense, let's see if you can fill it up!" Ivan cursed. "The Churchus have at least 50,000 soldiers, five times more than our tribe, what the hell!"

Just then, the Wind Hunter 4 in the team suddenly fired a wind element arrow, which hit the grass on the distant hillside.

"ya!5"

“yaya Nini!6”

"Zido Movo! 7"

The grass was torn apart by the strong wind, revealing three Hilichurls.

The Hilichurl's robust body was torn apart by the wind element, its fur was cut off, and the fur gathered together under the influence of the wind element.

Ivan was immediately horrified: "Stop!"

The Wind Hunter, who had originally intended to finish off the Hilichurl with another arrow, slowly lowered his bow, his face full of regret.

"Bring them here!"

"Yes, Chief."

The two riders immediately broke away from the group and ran towards the Hilichurls.

Whether we can get through the Hilichurls' territory now depends on you!

1. Twain Nayan [trwunaye], in an ancient desert language, means the leader of learned scholars.

2. The Sacred Gold Beetle, a desert beetle, is a distant relative of the Hercules beetle. It can ingest feces and sand, transforming them into soil excretions, but its production is very low. (Click to view image)

3. Marmot, also known as the ground squirrel. Skilled at burrowing, a delicious delicacy for young desert dwellers, a lifelong enemy of ungulates, and one of the most hated creatures among herders.

4. The Spirit Wind Hunter, one of the forms resulting from the physical modification of the gilded bloodline. It appears somewhat flawed and could potentially be improved. (Click to view image)

5. Ya, a word in the Qiuqiu language, means "no," "you" (a derogatory term), or a modal particle like "ya ah um," and in the text it means "no."

6 yaya Nini, a Hilichurl phrase meaning something scary, thunder element, thunder, etc. In the text, it means something scary.

7 Zido Movo means wind, is the element of wind, dance together, fight together, the enemy is the wind, etc. In the text, it means the enemy is the wind.