53: Some knowledge about sand

“Charge, Warriors! Utterly defeat the Giant Camel Tribe!”

The Vulture Chief was furious with Cheng Zhen but couldn't do anything about him, so he decided to vent his anger elsewhere.

According to the scouts and Cheng Zhen, the Giant Camel Tribe in the Green Oasis numbered less than a hundred, while the Vulture Chief still had two hundred and fifty Warriors under him, more than double their number.

What's more, the Vulture Chief's God-given ability was not to be underestimated—

【God-given Ability: Blood Rage Tide】

【Ability Effect: After an allied Warrior dies in battle, surviving allies can receive attribute enhancements based on the number of fallen. Every 10 deaths grant a 10% increase to all attributes, lasting for ten minutes. During the skill's duration, Warriors’ rage increases, and pain is reduced by 40%. Can be used once daily.】

Previously, when Xiao Xi fought the Vulture Tribe, he relied on his high stats and led his people to kill many enemy Warriors.

After the Vulture Chief activated his skill, the entire tribe's combat power instantly increased significantly, and with the rage and pain reduction effects, he directly drove them away.

Wielding a powerful group enhancement skill, even if the enemy carried sharper and tougher weapons, the Vulture Chief was confident he could crush them.

With his command, the Warriors of the Vulture Tribe advanced with overwhelming force, quickly moving towards the Giant Camel Tribe, fearing the enemy might flee.

The Giant Camel Tribe showed no intention of escaping or charging, standing motionless, guarding outside the Green Oasis.

Strangely, they were not holding black double-bladed axes, but still held stone spears.

The fastest advancing Vulture Warriors rushed towards them, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty battle intent.

“Ah!!!”

Suddenly, a sharp pain from under their feet caused them to involuntarily pause, letting out screams.

The people at the very front suddenly stopped, and those behind them, unable to brake in time, immediately collided with those in front, then rolled together and sprawled onto the ground.

Immediately after, large areas of their skin came into contact with things buried under the sand, and the continuous pain made them somewhat flustered. Coupled with the people behind them also rolling and colliding, the front instantly became a chaotic mess.

“Stop! Stop quickly!”

“It hurts so much!”

Those behind didn't know what had happened, but the sight of their bleeding tribesmen in front made them stop in horror.

It wasn't until the Vulture Chief ordered them to calm down that they discovered some… or rather, a large amount of irregular white fragments buried under the sand.

The fragments were not large, but their broken edges were very sharp, easily cutting through human skin.

The pristine white fragments were stained with the blood of the Warriors at the front, looking exceptionally conspicuous.

The Vulture Chief looked at the things that had harmed his tribesmen, enraged, but he didn't know what they were, only feeling they looked somewhat familiar.

Cheng Zhen quietly shrank back, lowering his presence.

Others didn't know, but he certainly did.

Weren't those all porcelain shards?

But where would porcelain shards come from in the Desert?

There was only one answer—the bowls left over after eating instant beef noodles.

It was perfectly reasonable for people to eat the noodles and leave the bowls.

Since the bowls were left, it was also perfectly reasonable for them to fulfill some remaining value, right?

After the Vulture Tribe's scouts left, Old Xu led his people to lay a path of white porcelain overnight.

This dungeon had been open for so many days, and over a thousand bowls had accumulated. Smash them, spread them, let the wind blow and sand cover them, and a little surprise would be hidden in the sand, waiting for fated individuals to have a deeply 'memorable' encounter.

Due to their Desert living habits, these native NPCs in the Desert did not wear shoes, so the sensation of stepping on them was incredibly 'refreshing'...

(The prototype is the Bushmen, who, for ease of travel and hunting, choose to use their feet to sense the temperature and environment of the Desert. Bare feet are also considered one of the symbols of Bushmen identity and culture.)

The waves behind push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.

Because they had just crossed a sand dune, the slope made it impossible to stop, and with the inertia of the impact from behind, the people at the very front practically rolled in a pile of porcelain shards.

Now, many of them were covered in cuts and blood, looking utterly miserable.

How could anyone be so immoral as to bury something like this?!

The Vulture Chief's face was dark with anger, turning livid as he cursed, “Shameless bugs! To use such things to harm my Warriors!”

“Come out, do you dare to fight fairly!”

The Giant Camel Tribe stood before the Green Oasis, unmoved, completely ignoring his shouts.

The Vulture Chief wished he could tear those bastards limb from limb immediately, but he couldn't do anything if the enemy wouldn't come out.

He could only order his people to sweep away those things and have the injured Warriors return.

Thirty to forty people were injured in this wave; the shallow cuts were not fatal, but the pain would hinder combat.

Bleeding wounds would also lead to faster water loss, so they could only replace them with a new group to stand at the front.

They weren't stupid; after suffering a loss, they were on guard, using their stone spears as mine-sweeping tools, turning over the sand in front to the side, and the things covered underneath were also flipped up and thrown aside.

This action was somewhat slow, and the entire tribe advanced at a snail's pace.

The Vulture Chief was very impatient, dissatisfied with this speed, so he had them spread out horizontally to work together on mine-sweeping, which made their advance a bit faster.

Closer, almost there!

The thought of soon being able to pierce the Giant Camel Tribe members through and through brought a ferocious smile to the Vulture Chief's face.

But just as they were about to approach, another anomaly occurred.

“Here—!”

A Warrior of the Giant Camel Tribe suddenly roared, startling the Vulture Tribe.

And like an echo in the Green Oasis, several human-shaped loudspeakers, like repeating machines, shouted out the words, carrying the sound far away.

The Vulture Tribe still didn't know what was happening until their feet suddenly felt empty, and the sand of the entire sand dune suddenly slid, trapping them, causing them to scream in terror.

The sand, which had been firm just moments ago, suddenly became like quicksand, sinking downwards, swallowing them like an abyss of hell.

“What's going on?!”

“Help!!!”

“No—ugh ah ah ah!!!”

The Warriors of the Vulture Tribe had no idea why this was happening; they could only stare in horror, frantically grabbing at their surroundings, yet unable to stand up and escape the fall, only dragging others down with them.

“Stop, stop!!!”

Even the Vulture Chief behind them showed a look of horror, shouting for the Warriors to stop.

But even so, many people at the front were still trapped in the sand; they couldn't climb out, and those behind dared not pull them, only watching helplessly as they sank.

Until the sinking stopped, they dared not make any rash moves, fearing a repeat of what had just happened.

The Vulture Chief couldn't understand for the life of him why a normal sand dune would suddenly open its mouth like quicksand towards them.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Green Oasis, Old Xu had run several meters away, panting as he watched the situation from afar.

Old Xu had been busy with his people for two days, and it wasn't just to lay a path of porcelain shards.

It was also to dig pits and bury even bigger 'surprises'.

The black double-bladed axes accumulated over these days were hammered deep into the sand dune like stakes, occupying a large area deep inside.

However, Old Xu's skill effect had a distance limit; after five hundred meters, the axes would disappear.

Therefore, when the Vulture Tribe reached the target area, he quickly ran away, causing the large pile of objects below to instantly vanish.

The sudden appearance of a void caused the interior of the sand dune to collapse, instantly breaking its supporting balance.

The static friction between the sand particles also changed to kinetic friction, causing a drastic overall shift.

The friction between sand particles is small, making it very easy for them to slide and collapse when subjected to external forces, let alone in such a sudden hollow situation.

Although the sand dune did not exhibit quicksand properties, the large-scale collapse caused by the sliding sand still swallowed the Vulture Tribe Warriors above.

After the collapse stopped, the lucky Vulture tribesmen were still trying to crawl out with half their bodies exposed, but the hard-to-grip sand made it impossible for them to move, while the unlucky ones had already been buried underneath in the collapse.

The Vulture tribesmen who had escaped above didn't understand why this had happened and dared not move or pull their tribesmen up.

Meanwhile, the Warriors of the Giant Camel Tribe had long since maxed out their loyalty and remembered Cheng Zhen's instructions.

They unhesitatingly advanced with their stone spears, and under the furious gaze of the Vulture Tribe, they speared them one by one, like playing whack-a-mole...