Chapter 103: Water shortage or morality (2)

The hot weather cannot leave any vitality.

The dizzy sunlight radiated the air into pieces, causing a quiet twist. Even the most tenacious plant in the wasteland bent down in frustration and was listless. Unknown insects hid in the cracked mud, whistling desperately at the top of their throats, as if praying for the arrival of the rainy season.

Quietly, a shadow quickly enveloped the insect's hiding place.

The slaves stepped on the ground barefoot, and there were constant sounds of clicking and clicking.

Leren stood up and looked at the slaves in the riverbed with anticipation.

Gao Fei gently tapped the riverbed that had been completely dry with her heels, and shook her head at the shore. "Master, madam, there is no water at all!"

"Why don't we walk down?" Alice asked in a low voice.

"Forget it, let's go back." Yang Dashuan smacked his lips and kicked the Komodo giant beast hard.

Today is the sixth day of the dry season. As expected, if Centaurs Dataibao had expected, the only water remaining in the riverbed had been completely transpired under the high temperatures of six days. The soil, which was still a little wet yesterday, became harder than steel today.

"What to do?"

The little fox was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

As the drought becomes more and more serious, the emotions of slaves in the territory become increasingly difficult to control.

Although Yang Dashuan would take them to find water every day, he never found anything. Since Yang Dashuan left, several animal husbandry heads in the cattle were bitten through the throat every day and the blood in his body was drunk. However, since Lao Yang came back, this matter has been a little restrained. Although Yang Dashuan knew it was the slaves' work, it is not suitable to pick out who did these things at this time.

Since the arrival of the dry season, Yang Dashuan has been able to clearly discover the changes in the slaves.

Not to mention anything else, the fear of the slaves in the territory information column is decreasing every moment. By the sixth day, it has reached the minimum limit of 10 points. This data made Yang Dashuan very worried. Whether it is the loyalty or fear of the people, 10 is the most basic data. If it is below 10 points, the lord will not even think of using the residents. The same is true for fear. No matter how low it is, it may trigger an uprising.

However, with the existence of Komodo beasts and frost dragons, I dare not say riots, but if you escape, you will appear.

"Go back!" Yang Dashuan sighed deeply. "I hope I can find water tomorrow."

The slaves crawled out of the dry riverbed in frustration and followed the Komodo giant beast.

The sound of insects became more and more harsh and the sun became more and more dazzling. The slaves could not even sweat. Pale cracks appeared on their thick lips, and even breathing was weak.

Leren fainted even more.

His body was hot and his mouth was full of nonsense. Last night, Yang Dashuan stayed by Leren's bed for a whole night. While there was no one, he secretly handed the wound to Leren's mouth through his wrist.

He noticed the feeling of fluid moistness, and from his body's instinct, Leren's lips finally began to squirm. After sucking for more than half a moment, Leren then slowly woke up. Seeing Yang Dashuan, whose face was already so pale, he fainted from crying on the spot.

When Joan of Arc came out to find water today, he fainted.

"You can't do this!" Alice looked at Yang Dashuan and cut her wrists open again, almost crying. "There aren't there still animals in the cattle shed. Slaughter them all, and the blood can hold on for a while. If you do this, you won't be able to support it."

"Alice..." Yang Dashuan looked at the little fox and raised his face sadly. "Their blood is so sluggish. Joan of Arc and Leren are weak. Even if they drink it, they may not be able to survive."

Regardless of Alice's obstruction, Yang Dashuan insisted on sending his wrist to Joan of Arc's mouth.

Looking at this scene, Alice's heart was as if she was torn by her hands, and she started to cry. "If I fell down to them like this, I don't want you to do this!"

"Silly girl, I can listen to you in everything, but this thing is not." Yang Dashuan took a deep breath and hugged Alice tightly.

The incident last night and this morning is still vivid in my mind, but today I was in vain and I couldn't find even a half drop of water. When I go back today, he will still feed Leren and Joan of Arc... Alice thought with distress.

On the back of the shaking Komodo beast, Alice looked at Yang Dashuan's bloodless face, and a dizziness suddenly came. Her eyes turned black and her body tilted.

"Alice!"

Yang Dashuan had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly grabbed Alice.

Yang Dashuan's heart was immediately tightened.

The fainting of Lelen and Joan of Arc took away all Yang Dashuan's thoughts. Until now, Yang Dashuan realized that Alice's condition was not much better than Lelen and Joan of Arc. Her face was already withered, her fiery red hair lost its original spirit. Her plump lips were all dry and cracked... Her condition was far more serious than the other two girls.

Yang Dashuan felt his nose sore and raised his head.

What's going on?

Yang Dashuan thought viciously. Could it be that he had done all the unethical things? That's why God tortured himself like this? That's why Leren, Joan of Arc, and now even Alice fell in front of him.

This is the sixth day in the dry season!

The summer in the wasteland is extremely long, and it lasts for three months.

Yang Dashuan thrust his chest hard, and this feeling made him unable to breathe.

"Alice, wake up." Yang Dashuan handed his wrist to Alice's mouth, trying to let Alice take a sip in vain.

Alice reluctantly opened her eyes, her eyes calm and gentle. Looking at Hong Cancan's wound, Alice subconsciously licked her dry lips, shook her head stubbornly, and closed her eyes. Yang Dashuan gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

"Rog..." Alice called Yang Dashuan's name with all her strength, her voice dry and hoarse, like her dehydrated body. "Hug me tight..."

Yang Dashuan hugged Alice tightly and held her hands tightly.

"Let's go back, I miss home..." Alice looked at Yang Dashuan weakly and affectionately.

"Okay, I'll take you back when you're done. Beaumon's tribe, right? Even at the end of the world... the end of the world, I... I will... send you back." Alice's dry face seemed to have raindrops slipped.

"Rogge, I'm sleepy... I want to... sleep for a while. When I get home, you're calling me..." Alice was smiling. The smile on her face became more and more calm.

"Don't sleep!" Yang Dashuan coughed twice.

Grief comes with dizziness and madness.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Dashuan put his wrist to Alice's mouth again. "Can you just take a sip? I also want to listen to your singing...Bemon's war song...I like you to tell the stories of the tribe, the poplars there, the mountains, rivers there..."

Alice did not answer and tried hard to close her eyes.

Yang Dashuan pried open her mouth hard, and blood stained Alice's lips red.

Gradually, Alice fell asleep. Although her breathing was weak, she remained stable.

Yang Dashuan turned around and the Suplati River became farther and farther away.

When they returned to the territory, the elves carried Alice into the house in a slight manner.

Yang Dashuan looked at the wasteland full of deep pits left by digging wells. His heart was like this destroyed wasteland that was difficult to heal.

Several slaves pulled out the dwarf elder who was sleeping in the house and threw it in front of Yang Dashuan.

"Say, where can I find water?" Yang Dashuan took out Moradin's anger and pressed it on the head of the dwarf elder. "Didn't you say that you can use your wisdom to help me solve all problems? It's been six days, and you've been digging out so many waste wells without water for me? Is it? Why do I want to eat? Believe it or not, I'll break you?"

The dwarf elder was a little confused.

I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

It was not until Yang Dashuan swept over with a big mouth that the old man realized. "Master, we dwarfs have never encountered the problem of water shortage. You asked me to find a well that can produce water. Isn't this embarrassing me?"

"Waste is a group of waste!" Yang Dashuan stood up angrily.

The slaves gathered together, lowered their heads and were scolded by Yang Dashuan.

"Lellan and the others saved their water every day, leaving it to you. You guys, do something, one is lazy, what do you want to do? Rebel?" Yang Dashuan bit his teeth. "I'll go out to find water tonight. Don't come back if I can't find water."

"Master..." the dwarf elder said in a low voice. "It's not appropriate to go out tonight... No one in the town is guarding you. What should I do if the robbers come again?"

Yang Dashuan glared at the old man fiercely.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Mad rolled out of the house and crawled out. "Madam and the others called you... I guess they would not be able to stand tomorrow."

What?

Yang Dashuan was stunned and almost fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!