This area sees little rain and lacks a water source, even animals are reluctant to survive here, let alone humans.
So, it seems that the Fire-Swallowing Tribe has all the advantages, but in reality, the most fertile and rich land has been occupied by bandits, and they occasionally scavenge on their unlucky neighbors. Over the years, all the bad reputations have been shouldered by others.
One would think they would leech onto the Fire-Swallowing Tribe like bloodsuckers for a lifetime, but one day, there was an unusual movement in the deserted dunes.
With trepidation, the crowd arrived at the edge of the river, and what they saw on the opposite side was no longer lush forests but bare dunes.
The scout pointed excitedly to the opposite side: "This is it, we've flipped over three mountains, and there are still several more ahead."
They hadn't even finished crossing the peaks before they encountered the Fire-Swallowing Tribe.
