Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

"Dada Yika!" (A powerful enemy)

“Yeye si…” (What are you going to do…)

"Yaya! mi mitono Dala!" (No! I'm not married to Qiuqiu yet!)

Looking at the three weak Hilichurls who were being carried over, each only 1.6 meters tall, Ivan felt a little sorry for them.

The Hilichurls have their own culture, their own secrets, and their own families. In Ivan's view, they are intelligent beings, not monsters.

Therefore, after Ivan took office, he strongly opposed the tribes raiding the territory of the Hilichurls, because the Hilichurls had never come to their territory to rob anything, and when they encountered raiders, they would only try their best to capture them alive and beat them half to death.

Whether it's moral or not is debatable; the real issue is whether you can win a fight!

Before setting off, Ivan heard that dozens of Hilichurl rangers had arrived from the Blade Forest.

In the desert region, Hilichurl Rangers only have water and wind magic. These Rangers are only slightly weaker than the Hilichurl King. They travel between tribes to teach Hilichurls and may also choose to stay in a particular tribe permanently.

Our group alone could be wiped out by those Hill Crawler rangers.

If they didn't pass through the Hillbillies, their group would have to carry the sheep and walk twenty miles back. [Gilded] That's manageable, but it probably wouldn't be so easy for ordinary people. Besides, sheep are alive; they move, get hungry, and defecate, which are all troublesome.

Ivan gritted his teeth: "Take the three of them with you and head towards the Hilichurl territory!"

...............

Raka is the chieftain of the Blade Clan. Unlike other Hilichurl tribes, the chieftain of the Blade Clan is a shaman, not a Hilichurl king.

Raka's original form was a descendant of the Kanriars, but not a pure-blooded one. Now, he can no longer remember what he looked like or his story as a human, and completely identifies himself as a Hilichurl.

Moreover, he is very content with his life, and has a Wood Shield Hilichurl as his fifth wife, with so many children that he can't even remember them all.

Having once been human, Raka knew of humanity's greed and vengefulness, so she beat up the invading humans instead of killing them.

Although the desert people are impoverished, they can accept that the Hilichurls have their own tribes, but they will never tolerate any Hilichurl tribe that has killed humans.

The tribes in the desert are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Every year, some tribes perish in sandstorms, while new wanderers gather to form a new tribe.

Raka had clearly witnessed the series of activities undertaken by the new leader of the neighboring human tribe since he took office. He had stopped his tribe from plundering the Hilichurls, which made Raka very happy.

But now, this leader and his henchmen have kidnapped three Hilichurls and are demanding to see him, which makes Raka very unhappy!

When Raka learned that the human had brought sheep all over the mountains, Raka became happy again.

Even if a conflict breaks out, we can still manage to steal a few sheep, right?

Raka lived for countless years, and many Hilichurls only remembered that Raka witnessed the birth of their grandfathers and the death of their grandsons. Because of this, the Hilichurls valued Raka's safety very highly.

Twenty Rockhelm Hilichurl Kings and more than ten Hilichurl Rangers who volunteered to come along formed Raka's guard, escorting Raka to the main gate of the Horde.

Ivan was there.

He used the few Hilichurls he had learned from playing games in his previous life to hold the Hilichurls hostage and demanded that the Hilichurl thugs acting as gatekeepers see the shaman.

Looking at the Chuchu King, who stood six or seven meters tall with muscles as hard as rock, Ivan knew that he could only pin his hopes on this negotiation.

(This chapter's Qiuqiu language will be translated into Chinese; damn, word formation takes too much time...)

“As chieftain, you’ve done a good job; you’ve never harassed my territory during your tenure.” Raka, leaning on his spiked club, slowly approached Ivan. “But I don’t know how you dared to kidnap one of our patrolmen!”

Ivan slowly bowed: "Your Excellency, I have no intention of offending you, but I only hope that we can pass through your territory."

"Since you can speak Hilichurls, you should just speak to me directly!"

"But I fear my flock will be devoured by the powerful Hilichurls."

Ivan was absolutely right; Rakka's eyes also lit up with greed when he saw so many sheep.

Over the course of five hundred years, Hilichurl Rangers have continuously brought new technologies, and the Blade Clan has also been raising pack animals and mushroom pigs, but the results have not been very good.

These sheep in front of us could feed us for a long time even without being domesticated, right?

After a moment's thought, Laka said, "I can let you pass through my territory, but you must leave some sheep behind... I want five thousand!"

Ivan gritted his teeth: "Two thousand at most!"

"Row."

Ivan was taken aback.

Raka had no intention of conflict with humans, nor did he want unnecessary deaths among the Hilichurls living in the Real World. If Ivan remained firm, Raka wouldn't even care about losing a single sheep.

This was the first time Ivan had ever used the Hilichurl language, and also the first time he had ever been so close to the Hilichurl tribe.

The Hilichurls here are really strong. They are well-fed and clothed, and their army consists entirely of Hilichurl thugs and Hilichurl Kings. You can't see any Hilichurls shorter than four meters.

If we engage in trade with them, these Hilichurls will be a great source of labor...

Ivan's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "I can give you two thousand sheep, and I can also send my people to teach you sheep-raising techniques. But I require you to form an alliance with me! In times of war, we will help each other, grant each other passage rights, and trade with each other."

Laka hesitated. Although this young tribal chief had never harassed the Hilichurls, many other tribes had come. Most humans didn't understand each other's languages, and if they formed an alliance and attacked the wrong people, it would be a huge problem.

Laka hesitated, and Ivan, knowing there was a chance, continued, "We can also help you fend off other humans, and we can even send people to learn each other's languages! It's all beneficial; I just want to borrow your way to the sea and exchange meat for your labor!"

Not all Hilichurls are good at fighting, and if they accept human employment, the hunting party will be under much less pressure.

Thinking this through, Raka nodded: "Then swear an oath to your god!"

The two, one human and one hilichurl, drew daggers from their waists and slashed each other's palms. Their slashed hands clasped together, the hilichurl's black blood mingling with Ivan's bright red, tinged with gold.

"I swear to Akhmar/Unu 2!"

“I, Ivan Rurik/Raka, the Moscow tribe and the Blade tribe have voluntarily formed a war alliance.”

"Whether it's spring, summer, autumn, or winter, whether it's poverty or wealth, we will never leave each other, and we will be together through life and death."

"Those who betray will be buried by sand and imprisoned for eternity in the Gobi Desert hell filled with choking sulfur fumes!"

The sight of the diminutive shaman and the towering human shaking hands was witnessed by the humans and Hilichurls present. This alliance, forged through mutual compromise, was unaware that the wheels of fate had already begun to turn...

1. The Real Sky: Due to the Red King's attempt to "Resurrect, my love!", the desert sky was shattered by the abyss, revealing a gap in the False Sky, where the movement of the stars can be seen. The Hilichurl Raka calls it the Real Sky.

2. Unu: The god worshipped by the Chuchon people.