Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Kaedas City, named after the Kaedas tribe, is the political center of the five major tribal areas along the coast, with a population of nearly 300,000.

The sandstorm from the Death Desert spanned thousands of kilometers, making the sky of Kaedas City gray and blurry. The sun shone through the thick sand and dust, emitting a faint light.

There was a dull feeling in the air, and you could feel the tiny grains of sand gently passing through your throat when you breathed.

The surrounding scenery was covered by yellow sand, with blurred outlines. Buildings and trees seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light yellow gauze, losing their original color and clarity.

Weilin looked at the scene in front of him. As far as his sight could see, whether it was the patrolling Xiya orc soldiers or ordinary Xiya orc civilians, they all wrapped themselves tightly.

Kyle raised his right hand and extended it out of the magic shield. In less than a minute, a layer of fine yellow sand accumulated on the back of his hand.

"Compared with the environment of their capital, it's really a world of difference!"

"Indeed."

Kyle retracted his right hand and nodded in agreement.

"Let's go to the Governor's Mansion first."

Wei Lin put aside his thoughts of strolling around and prepared to do business first.

Half an hour later, Wei Lin and Kyle came to the main gate of the Governor's Mansion in Kaidas City with magic shields, reported their names, and asked the Xiya orc soldiers to report.

In less than a moment, a rather strong Xiya orc ran out of the gate, came to Wei Lin, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Lord Qixing, welcome to Kaidas City. I have asked someone to prepare the Yunhai flying car to take you and your entourage to the tribal holy land."

"Thank you." Wei Lin said in thanks.

"You don't have to do this. As the host, this is what we should do."

A few minutes later, a carriage driven by magic crystals and glowing with a blue-purple luster landed in front of the Governor's Mansion.

In front of the carriage, two light yellow griffins crawled on the ground, showing a docile appearance.

The governor of the Kaidas tribal area came to the carriage, opened the gate himself, and said, "Lord Qixing, please."

Wei Lin thanked him, passed through the film, and entered the carriage.

Kyle followed closely, entered the carriage, and sat on the opposite side of Wei Lin.

After the door was closed, the Yunhai Flying Car began to climb upward after a slight vibration, and only stopped flying upward after leaving the space covered by the yellow sand, and entered a stable flight state.

Wei Lin supported his chin with his hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said with emotion: "I think I know why it is called Yunhai Flying Car."

"Traveling on the yellow sand, you can clearly see the dividing line between dirty and clear." Kyle echoed.

Half an hour later, the Yunhai Flying Car began to go down, through the yellow sand, and came to the city built on the plateau.

Looking out from the carriage window, even if the yellow sand blocked the view, you can still see the 100-meter-high statue standing in the center of the plateau.

A Shia orc was shirtless, with a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist, holding a torch in his left hand and a scimitar in his right hand.

As expected, this was Kedas, the ancestor of the Kedas tribe.

The Yunhai flying car landed at the foot of the sculpture, and Weilin raised the magic shield again and got off the carriage.

"Lord Weilin, the Kedas tribe welcomes you." A Shia orc boy came forward with a smile on his face and greeted him.

Weilin heard this and said apologetically: "Byron, I'm sorry, I wanted to come to the appointment in May last year, but the war affected it and delayed it to March this year."

"Lord Weilin, defending the country is a commendable thing, you don't need to apologize to us."

The Shia orc boy made a gesture of invitation and said: "This is not a place to talk, please follow me."

Seeing this, Weilin followed.

After walking several thousand meters, they came to a closed semi-permanent tent. According to a rough estimate, it covers at least 3,000 square meters.

Inside the tent, an old Xiya orc sat up from the carpet and walked towards the entrance of the big tent.

On his left and right sides, thirty-two soul-level Xiya orcs stood up and went with the tribe leader to greet the human with God's grace mentioned by Saint Glald.

Outside the tent, two gold low-level Xiya orc guards lifted the curtain, bowed their heads and saluted, performing all the etiquette.

Weilin nodded slightly as a return salute, and then entered the big tent.

Standing on the carpet, Weilin looked at the old Xiya orc who was coming, with a gentle smile on his face, and took the lead to say: "Sir Osvid Kedas, it's my honor to meet you for the first time."

Osvid placed his remaining right hand on his chest, returned the salute solemnly, and said: "Respected God-given Earl, on behalf of the Kedas tribe, I welcome your arrival."

The thirty-two soul-level Xiya orcs followed the tribe leader to salute to express their respect for the God-given Earl.

After some pleasantries, Weilin sat down in the guest area at Osvid's invitation.

"Elder Osvid, I don't know why there is yellow sand all over the sky. I remember that the Death Desert is more than 4,000 kilometers away from here."

"God-given Earl..."

Welin said, "You can call me Weilin, or Qixing."

Seeing this, Osvid smiled kindly and said, "Then I will call you Weilin."

"From October to May of the following year, the six tribal areas in the western part of the kingdom will be covered by yellow sand."

"According to your understanding, we are 4,300 kilometers away from the Death Desert and will not be affected by sandstorms, but the land between the Holy Xia Orc Kingdom and the Death Desert, which we call the Calis Corridor, is controlled by the Black Asian Orcs."

"They destroyed all the trees in the Calis Corridor, flattened the mountains, and built a sand diversion ring to divert the yellow sand storms from the Death Desert to us, destroying the normal food production in the western region, thereby reducing our population."

"For thousands of years, they have indeed done it. The food self-sufficiency rate in the western region of the kingdom is only 15%, and the gap is as high as 85%. It is with the assistance of the Dawn Church that the prosperity and population of the western region can be maintained."

"Every time there is a war, we want..."

Looking at the old man who was talking endlessly, Weilin did not feel impatient, but showed a strong interest.

In addition to being lazy, his favorite thing is to understand the humanities and scenery.

Unknowingly, two hours passed.

Osvid became more and more excited as he talked, and Weilin became more and more energetic as he listened.

Faced with this old man and one young man, the thirty-two soul powerhouses who accompanied him had to wait quietly.

As for Kyle, he had already closed his eyes, paying attention to the outside world with a small part of his mind, and meditating on the rest of his energy.

"Grandfather, the food is ready."

Byron came to Osvid's side, leaned close to his ear, and reminded him quietly.

"How long has it been?"

"Five hours."

Osvid came back to his senses, looked at Weilin, and smiled: "If you are interested, let's find a time to have a good chat next time."

"Thank you very much, elder." Weilin said after hearing this.

"There is no need to thank me. I am very happy that you can listen to these stories told by an old man like me."