Chapter 779: The Sandstorm Arrives

The old shaman pointed at the dense chisel marks on the salt crystals: 「Each time the salt returns from trade, the tribe distributes a small portion to each person. 」

The rest of these are kept by me.

If any tribesperson needs extra salt, they must exchange food or items for it.

He spread his arms across his chest; last year our tribe had stockpiled a year's worth of food and hide materials, exchanging them for a salt crystal this large.

We were originally worried the remaining salt crystals wouldn't last until the next exchange, but unexpectedly Shaman Yue you gave us this much snow salt.

His somewhat wrinkled old face wore a solemn expression: 「On behalf of the tribe's people, I thank you for your generosity. 」

Saying that, he placed his right hand over his chest and performed a sincere salute.

「You're too polite; your tribe helped us, this is just our token of thanks. 」

The old shaman pondered for a moment: 「Shaman Yue, the tribe occupying this medium-sized oasis where we survive is a large tribe. 」

Their tribe should have connections with those super tribes.

I can take you to meet the shaman of that big tribe.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue's smile became even more sincere: 「Thank you so much. 」

「Shaman Sir. 」

From outside the sand burrow came the somewhat urgent voice of a Beastman Warrior, interrupting their conversation.

「Shaman Sir, the chieftain and others discovered on their way back that the horizon was beginning to turn dusky and murky. 」

It is spreading toward the oasis; likely a sandstorm is coming. The chieftain is organizing the tribespeople to take shelter and sent me to report.

The sandstorm spreads quickly; please stay inside the sand burrow and do not come out.

The old shaman's face grew grave: 「I understand, come in quickly as well. 」

We have food and water; no need to prepare anything extra.

The Beastman Warrior replied in a low voice, his tall figure slipping into the sand burrow, which wasn't very spacious to begin with.

The old shaman apologetically told Wu Yue: 「It looks like we'll have to wait until after the sandstorm passes before taking you two to the oasis. 」

The sandstorm in the endless desert is terrifying; if we don't hide in advance, we will surely be swept away and devoured by the sandstorm.

Beside him, the golden-rank Beastman Warrior also nodded with lingering fear: 「Yes, if the sandstorm sweeps you away, sand and gravel will pierce both inside and outside the body, making a gruesome death. 」

We can only avoid it by hiding where it cannot see us.

Wu Yue naturally knows about this terrifying natural disaster, the sandstorm.

She has also seen it in documentary films.

When the sandstorm arrives, the air fills with dense sand particles; even wearing a mask, one can still smell the strong earthy odor.

Breathing becomes difficult; the sand irritates the nasal passages and throat, causing coughing and other unpleasant symptoms.

Sand grains striking the skin cause a sharp stinging sensation, and the sand infiltrates every opening—eyes, ears, hair, and clothing.

The most dangerous part is that outdoors one can hardly see the road; driving becomes extremely perilous, possibly not even seeing the taillights of the vehicle ahead.

Moreover, the sandstorm lifts up gravel, tree branches, even some vehicles and buildings.

In this beast world where everything is magnified several times over.

Wu Yue has no doubt that the sandstorm's power is absolutely not just the "gentle" level she saw in documentaries.

Beastfolk were busy at the sand burrow entrance, pulling out a very dark-colored board from inside the burrow to block the opening.

The old shaman handed him a stone jar; the beastfolk carefully poured the liquid from the jar onto where the board met the sand burrow.

Moments later, the board that had just needed the beastfolk to hold it in place was now firmly stuck to the sand burrow.

?? Today's update.