C785 Blacksand tribe

In the early morning, the land was shrouded in mist. The sun slowly rose from the east, shining its rays on the tents of the Black Sand Tribe.

The sound of hooves could be heard approaching.

Fast! Everyone, wake up! The mounted gangsters are coming!

A clansman on duty shouted loudly.

In an instant, the clansmen that had walked out of their tents had gathered in a panic