Egyptian Mythology: Daily Life of the Desert God

Chapter 61 Influence
The high priest, who had very little hair left and age spots on his face, nodded.

"My domesticated baby bird brought back a grass seed."

"That's a green branch grass seed, which only grows on the plains."

"It stands to reason that it can't fly over the plains, you should know that."

"So, what the caravans who came to do tribal transactions recently are telling the truth."

"The desert is about to change into a plain, and all tribes will no longer be confined to oases."

The clan leader thought about it, and he also knew about the caravans that went around sending wheat seeds given by the God of Agriculture.

And I have come into contact with them, and they are all devout believers of the agricultural god.

Not only does he think so, but the oases that often trade with them also think so.

Coupled with the words of the high priest, the patriarch was a little shaken.

The desert provides natural protection for the oases, and monsters will not attack.

If other oases want to attack, they cannot hide their traces and can only attack by force.

This makes the various tribes that control the oasis more restrained.

As a result, the Duckweed Oasis has always lived in peace.

However, the area of ​​the oasis remains unchanged.

The population of the tribe is always increasing.

What was originally a protection has now become a shackles.

The seeds of the God of Agriculture can temporarily solve the food problem, but in the end it is necessary to admit that the size of the oasis is destined to determine the future of the tribe.

If, I mean if, the tribe could move to the plains and quickly occupy the vast land...

So, can their Duck Grass Oasis develop a larger population and a more powerful force than now? !
The patriarch couldn't help but imagine how much power and gold treasures he would have as the patriarch on that day!
The old priest clearly saw the changes on the patriarch's face, and understood that the patriarch was moved, so he said.

"Clan leader, do you still remember Man Luo?"

"The leader of our tribe three hundred years ago ordered the abandonment of the original small oasis."

"Fighting for the future of the entire tribe, we killed all the original tribes in the Duck Grass Oasis."

"We just occupied the Duck Grass Oasis, and the tribe has grown stronger step by step until today."

"The clan leader who ordered the relocation and led the whole clan to fight to the death is still remembered by the clan members to this day."

"His descendants have been supported by the entire tribe and have no worries about food and clothing throughout their lives."

"That was a decision that made our entire tribe prosper."

“Now, you have similar choices before you.”

"Clan leader, choose."

The patriarch was moved by the words of the high priest, and he wanted to gain the same reputation as Manluo.

I also want more rights and a stronger tribe.

"Is it true that if you give up your faith in the Desert God, you won't offend the Desert God?" What the patriarch is worried about is God's anger.

The old priest comforted the patriarch: "God doesn't care about us, a mere human tribe."

"Besides, leaving the desert and believing in the God of Agriculture is also to get the blessing of the God of Agriculture."

"Maybe the god of agriculture will give better seeds to believers."

"At that time, our tribe will be one step ahead of the tribes that do not believe in the God of Agriculture!"

The clan leader thought for a while and thought it made sense, so he said: "Let the clan's caravan find the way to the plains."

"Yes." The old priest responded with satisfaction.

This scene plays out in numerous oases close to the altered landscape.

Different tribes made different choices.

……

In the desert to the south.

Eight men slapped the yellow sand off their bodies.

The camels carrying water bags and food were also shaking their bodies to remove sand and soil from their bodies.

"What a hell." The man in the lead cursed, "I almost died."

"Boss, why don't we go back to the oasis?" The man wearing a sand fox fur hat suggested with lingering fear.

"What the hell!" The leading man raised his hand and hit his arm, saying, "After the sandstorm dissipates, it won't happen again for half a month."

"Besides, we found them all here."

"Maybe the body of the husband of the woman with the gold nugget is in the camp ahead." The man in the sand fox hat did not dare to say that he wanted to go back. He just muttered: "How do you know it is a corpse? Maybe it is a living person..."

The man who took the lead heard it and sneered in his heart. He said he would take the body back, which meant taking the body back.

After packing up, the leading man hurried on.

They have to arrive before everyone else to get the body!

……

Aquatic oasis.

Damses looked at the papyrus in his hand with an ugly expression.

At this time, a tall and thin man came in. He saluted respectfully and said.

"Master Priest, two more people came to the tribe to preach about their omnipotent god."

"Are you part of the same group as the person who killed the patriarch?" Damses asked coldly.

"Yes." The tall and thin man nodded.

And he took out a piece of papyrus that was exactly the same as the one in Damses' hand and handed it over.

Damssis took it, glanced at it, and his expression became even more ugly.

"Tell all the warriors in the tribe to arrest anyone related to these lunatics!"

"Two men who preached about the so-called omnipotent God dragged them to the market."

"Smash their whole bodies into pieces bit by bit with rocks!"

When the tall and thin man heard this, he was not afraid, but felt happy: "Yes!"

After answering, the tall and lanky man left.

"Wait a minute." Damses stopped him and said, "Tell the two daughters of the patriarch the whole story."

"At the same time, the tribe must also publicize it for everyone to see."

"Then tell the caravans coming to trade about this and let them spread the news to other oases."

"Also, when informing other caravans, there is no need to avoid the fact that the clan leader was killed by his new wife."

The tall and lanky man thought for a moment and said.

“The patriarch expelled the preachers of the omnipotence of God.”

"Then he was murdered by a mad woman they sent."

"I will tell those caravans so, Lord Priest."

"Go." Damses nodded.

After arranging this matter, Damses called for Flo, the deputy commander of the tribal warriors.

"Master Priest." Flo saluted respectfully.

"Choose some young men who devoutly believe in the Desert God." Damses handed over the two papyri in his hand.

"Let them pretend to believe in an omnipotent god, and then lure those crazy people out of their base camp."

"Yes." Flo took the papyrus, nodded vigorously, and left.

……

Yellow Sand Temple.

Seth opened his eyes, and there was nothing in the temple.

No letters from gods attached to the desert.

Seth had already anticipated this.

However, disappointment is inevitable.

After all, the gods attached to the desert existence are equivalent to his subordinates to a certain extent.

With such timid subordinates, he couldn't expect them to be of any use.

This reminded Seth of how they were persuaded by Shu in just a few words.

I can't help but feel even more disappointed with these gods.

Putting this matter aside, Seth got up and headed to the edge of the desert.

The sun has begun to set, and in a little while it will be dark.

Today he is going to enter the underworld, turn more of the underworld into sand, and bury the forged artifact.

It is used to maintain the deserted earth and prevent it from being transformed back by the death energy of the underworld.

(End of this chapter)