Naturally speaking it is natural, except for special existence like the undead or golems, water is one of the basic essential elements to maintaining life.
Therefore, the value of water is very high in a land where the desert area spreads like the New Continent.
If you can freely manipulate water in the New World, you alone would be able to connect many lives, gain great wealth, or bring a lot of death.
So it is unavoidable that a struggle would break out over any oasis where the life giving water could be secured.
Because no one wants their own people to die.
Saying so, I could see many people traveling overland seeking the waters of life, seemingly without plans, as we were floating up the majestic «Gangjinamus Taiga».
One time, six 3 meter tall armadillo-like monsters, "Sabachct gemmadillo", rode by straddling"Desert LaPrice" brown lizards, faster than a horse, running in the wilderness with countless sharp and long spines on their back shells. I found a group of beast people hunting together.
The Beastmen look like a light-drafted camel, wearing what looks like a brown turban wrapped around their heads.
When asking one of the local slaves, who were brought along as a guide, apparently they seem to be from a race called "Camelman Jamal".
The brown short hair that covers their body makes them resistant to the heat, dryness, and cold, and the hunches on their back has the ability to store extra water and nutrients.
Their people tend to be able to survive even in harsh lands such as the desert, so the tribe's population is quite large, but it seems that they are spread out widely and constitute a large force of nature.
The weapons that they are using are Jamahadaru, Siamseal and even Chakram.
Although they seem to have no large weapons that could inflict damage even without cutting, they avoid the tough outer skin and any sharp long spines accordingly, by precisely cutting the soft parts with their sharper weapon.
Even when the Sabachct gemmadillo tries to curl up and defend itself, the presence of outstanding techniques negates the slight resistance from its skin.
They prefer to aim at gaps in its defense and steadily accumulate damage.
Perhaps they are already familiar with its structure as their Jamal quickly deliver fatal strikes.
As time goes by, the movements of the Sabachct gemmadillo become fainter and it gets worse, eventually the muscles and tendons are worked around, and it will be killed soon.
It was just attack here, but in the end it fell to the ground with "Kyuu" with a sharp decay in vitality.
After finishing the hunt and raising a shout of victory, the Jamals began to quickly disassemble the monster to collect everything without leaving a drop of blood that remained in its body.
Meat and internal organs are obviously for edible use, crustacea and fangs are used as weapons, and the blood seems to be used for various things, such as nourishing tonic medicine and valuable moisturizers.
It was a moment when I felt the wisdom of life here to utilize everything without waste, in this place where resources are so precious.
Another time, I witnessed a clan confrontation.
It was a confrontation that involved hundreds of Camelians Jamal beastmen who rode Desert La Prince Clans of the large scale, with their brown skin and short black hair, black demons sandwiched them in a pincer attack. The attacking clan was the Desert Demon Road Ogres, which is characterized by an Orb on their forehead.
There were only a few of the Desert Demons, roughly around the forty of them?
Moreover, compared to the Jamal which consisted only of adult men, there were old people and young women who would have barely old enough mixed in with the Desert Demons.
Just counting the number of adult men, it was about a little more than half of them.
Considering ordinary people, sexual difference, and age, fighting the Desert Demons with anything less than triple their number would be disadvantageous. The number is power by itself, so it would be a bit difficult to overthrow them otherwise.
But the Desert Demons looked to be dominating to my eyes.
Anyway, the desert demons is one of the top desert desirables on the "Sand Storm Demon Hubb Road", because it is such a big oni.
Their well trained body is easily noticeable, even when covered with a gusset and leather armor.
The weapon they have in their hand a large sword that they use a martial art capable of cutting a giant rock about 2 meters through, but it seems to be used more like a blunt weapon rather than to slash.
There's no doubt there would be considerable weight in their attacks, their strength is very deceptive, as they lightly carry their swords on their shoulder shoulder.
While observing from on top of «Gangjinamus Okawa», I saw two small sandstorms swirling around a demon.
The sandstorms seemed to move like they were following his orders and from the fact that the opposing Jamal were looking at it with a bitter expression, he seemed to be drunk on power.
As an answer to them, he wielded the sandstorms have a wild, self-confident smile.
Although he seemed to be about a youth of about thirty years, he may be in the position of a clan leader or young head, from the attitudes of the old Desert Demons who referred to his judgment.
He seems to have the a style of a person that stands above.
He has probably been leading since the beginning of the clan struggle while either clan began to show the opponent their hand, the clan of desert demons had been led by the giant sandstorms to an expected victory.
Perhaps he had possessed the [Protection] of a strong sandstorm demon, and used it for a preemptive strike, throwing around the camp of the Jamal as if they were in a sand mixer.
And, with small gaps that should have let the other Desert Devils strike, it was a simple plan, but it unexpectedly ended, since it became a tactic that was difficult to deal with.
Following the orders from their Commander, many of the Jamal escaped as the war situation worsened, but there are many who died or were caught and restrained.
Those who are caught will be used for reparations as ransom are paid out for them to be released, otherwise they will be kept as slaves or outright executed.
Although I am a little interested to see if it develops into an all-out war, as muddy as the situation is, but at any rate I was more interested in the sandstorm demon who demonstrated such a unique power.
I had nothing to do at the moment so I flew overhead as they celebrated their victory. As a souvenir, we prepared a type of labyrinth meat of a kind that is not available in the New World, preparing meat of black foil in tons of parts.
Although he was clearly wary when I approached from the sky, I told him "I was watching the battle, but as you are from the same demon species, I'm thinking of celebrating that victory too" and so on, smiling and getting closer.
I wonder if he was generally wary of gifts that appeared too good to be true or if he realized the power relationship through instinct alone?
As if to entertain a superior person, I was invited to their small party and exchanged pleasantries with the sandstorm and regular demons.
There was an oni sake made from desert monster blood as well as dozens of other materials.
Their separate tastes will melt together in the sake leaving the liquid with a mellow taste, and have a rich fragrance drifting around it. Besides, the strong alcoholic taste is also the best.
Although I unintentionally drank with a Gubigubi sound, since the production volume is limited, my fun was unfortunately gone soon. It will be for a future festival even if I regret that I could only taste a little of that drink.
I liked the taste that was similar to an upper ranked labyrinthine sake, and I would have liked to ask the recipe, but they have to move on to another place now, so even if there are a variety of things I wanted to know, I could not ask them any details.
I only enjoyed sake for a short time, but for the time being I could only exchange the minimum necessary information, so I also handed over an iron calling card.
They could get in touch with us at anytime with this, and as an added bonus, as soon as the sandstorms moved anywhere, I would be able to find out where they were.
We added meat and vegetables to the souvenir, and shook hands as we parted.
I made an appointment, promising that the next time I went on the road I would bother them at their village, so I'm looking forward to that a bit from now.
At another time after that, I saw a struggle for survival between monsters living in the desert.
On one side is the "Calabakada", an eight meters long monster covered with brown hair like a mix between a camel and a hippopotamus, a truly massive monster.
Systematically it seems to be a monster of the Borufu type, and, because of its thick hair, usually appears around the shore.
Just by being baited by a bit of monster blood it appears deeper in the desert, but it also has a fighter's ability to hunt on its own. It is possible to count it as a fighting force in an emergency.
It is also a creature that stores moisture and nutrients in large humps, internal organs on its back, so it is less popular to want to take care of, but it is popular as a beast of burden when going through the desert.
The opponent for the Calabaka this time is the "Sand Lily Yalong Chaba Ram" which is classified as a dragon.
It is a type of worm that has a system which dives into the ground with a long torso and comes up from its opponents feet, a ten-meter class monster that was especially suitable for the sand ecology.
Although it is slightly similar to a dragon, once it find a target, it will be followed it anywhere, so it has become quite feared by the locals.
Their struggle seems to be about halfway through, but both are fighting with scars all over.
It seems that the Calabaka, which is protected by thick armor, skin and fat, as well as armor-like muscles which are bigger and faster than horses, is not compatible with the Chaba Ram that specialize in surprise attacks.
The Chaba Ram hurts the Calabaka by cutting into it with a fine scaled blade that grew on its long fuselage, but it has not been able to attain that needed mortal wound.
The Calabaka has not being unilaterally wounded, it bites with its big mouth, or it knocks the Chaba Ram off and flicks it away.
It had become a battlefield the wise would retreat from. Well, I was looking forward to seeing which one would win.
However, the battle abruptly ended with the benefit of the fisherman "Desert Death Des Mantis" cutting off the heads of the two monsters.
Desert Death Mantis live in a harsh desert and excel in their mimicry ability and fighting power, they are feared as creeping hunters that move without making a sound.
While having a body no bigger than three meters, its mimicry ability allowed it to perfectly blend into the surroundings, even if its movements are awkward until it hunts the two.
If such a thing is around just behind you, it may not be noticed if you are eating or doing anything else.
Well, in the end I also killed that Desert Death Mantis.
This is how the food chain plays out.
It is scary because it can be so well hidden, and it has a transition that can kill you with one strike if it finds you.
I was able to get the whole body of the Desert Des Mantis.
I cut up two bodies of Calabaka and Chaba Rams, especially the particularly tasty parts and left the rest to nature.
The small bugs and monsters that came out of the ground just a little ways away were swarming, enough that the corpses will soon disappear.
I prayed that would never happen to anyone I know.
Take heart.
Immediately the three bodies were cooked by the courageous sisters, the Chaba Ram was soft and fleshy, the Calabaka had a hard and chew quality, and the Desert Des Mantis had a texture like a Trost.
Personally I think the belly fat of the Desert Des Mantis is delicious.
Its abdomen bag was filled with nutrients and seemed to be a popular high-class food material in the desert, the local slave that accompanied us was very pleased when we shared it.
This will give you loyalty and help draw out their best...maybe.
While looking at various other things, we continued forward.
Oh, the combination of the belly bag and labyrinth liquor is the best.
What is it? Should I say it is a relationship like cheese and alcohol?