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As Alan and Sarah ventured deeper into The Saridoro Wilderness, the distant landscape overflowed with golden sand dunes, increasingly sparse trees, drought-resistant shrubs, and resilient grasses on the sandy ground. The wind on the plain grew stronger, carrying hot sand particles that danced in the air, signaling the approach of a sandstorm.
Alan and Sarah were forced to tighten their headscarves to protect their faces and eyes from the invading sand. The sunlight, reflected by the sand, appeared particularly dazzling, causing distant scenes to become blurry. Their horses also seemed restless, shaking their bodies from time to time in an attempt to rid themselves of the sand.
When Alan and Sara ventured further into the heart of The Saridoro Wilderness, their gaze suddenly fell upon a cluster of tents ahead. These tents appeared crude yet sturdy, evidently serving as temporary dwellings for a nomadic tribe in this wilderness. Accompanying these tents were several seemingly fierce jackals, tethered to large stone pillars, exuding vigilance and hostility.
The jackals' eyes gleamed with cunning, their low growls echoing across the open wilderness, adding a sense of liveliness and threat to the otherwise quiet land. Alan and Sara slowed their pace, cautiously approaching this tribe.
The residents of the tribe seemed to have noticed their arrival. Some rugged men and women emerged from the tents, their sharp eyes fixed on Alan and Sarah. Their attire was simple yet practical, indicating that they were a group of warriors accustomed to life in the wilderness.
Alan and Sarah exchanged a glance, knowing that this would be a crucial encounter that could determine their future on the plains. Alan slightly relaxed his posture, showing that he meant no harm, while Sarah observed the movements of the tribal residents with her unique composure and wisdom.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd. His gaze was firm and profound, as if he could see into people's hearts. He loudly asked, "Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
Alan cleared his throat, preparing to answer. This was their first contact with the The Saridoro Wilderness tribe, and it was a crucial step in beginning their path to revenge. He gracefully dismounted from his horse and fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man in front of him. The man was sturdy in stature, with the marks of dust and frost etched on his face, and his eyes revealed the unique determination and ruggedness of the wilderness.
"Are you the leader here?" Alan asked with a hint of respect in his tone.
The man gazed at Alan, not immediately answering, but instead evaluating the sudden arrival of this stranger. Alan continued, "It seems like the recent life of the nomads hasn't been so good, huh?" as he spoke, he turned his gaze to the tents around him.
The tents appeared simple and worn, with many showing signs of erosion from the wind and sand. Here, the hardships and pains of life seemed to be etched into every inch of the land and on every person's face.
The middle-aged man gazed at Alan with a hint of assessment in his eyes. He didn't immediately answer Alan's question, but carefully observed this sudden stranger. Alan dismounted from his horse, his gaze falling on the cluster of tents and the surrounding environment, displaying a sense of sympathy and understanding.
"Yes, I am the leader here," the middle-aged man finally spoke, his tone carrying a rugged and frankness typical of the wilderness, "And what you see is our current way of life. The wilderness is not a bountiful place, our lives are always struggling against the hostility of nature and the outside world."
Alan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the tents once again. Indeed, the tents here appeared crude, and the surrounding land seemed desolate. It was evident that the lives of these nomadic people were not easy, as they constantly had to contend with the harsh natural environment and external threats.
Alan took a deep breath and then said earnestly, "My name is Alan. My companion, Sara, and I are here seeking allies. We have a common enemy, which is oppressing the entire continent, the The Kingdom of Asturias."
Sara gracefully dismounted from her horse and nodded politely to the middle-aged man, hoping to convey their sincerity and respect. However, the middle-aged man only glanced at her and then burst into laughter, filled with strong sarcasm and distrust. His laughter seemed to trigger a hidden switch, and the surrounding nomads also joined in, their laughter rough and grating, seemingly mocking Alan and Sara's ignorance and naivety.
The laughter of these nomads intertwined, creating a strong atmosphere of rejection. Some of them even began to mimic Alan's actions and tone, as if theatrically performing their arrival. Some intentionally struck noble poses, mocking their seemingly absurd attempts.
Despite feeling embarrassed, Alan and Sarah tried to remain calm. Alan cleared his throat, attempting to speak with a firm and serious tone, but the nomads' mocking laughter seemed to drown out his words.
"We sincerely hope to form an alliance with the people of The Saridoro Wilderness to jointly resist the oppression of The Kingdom of Asturias." Alan's voice echoed across the wilderness, but it seemed unable to move the people who had experienced countless hardships.
The middle-aged man's laughter gradually ceased, but his eyes still carried a hint of disdain and mockery. His gaze sharply fixed on Alan, as if trying to fathom the stranger's inner thoughts. "Do you know what The Saridoro Wilderness has been through? What can you bring to us?" His voice was full of challenge and doubt, "Apart from those beautiful words and empty promises."
Alan took a deep breath, knowing that the challenge ahead of them was much more difficult than expected, but he still insisted on his position. "We bring not only words and promises, but also an opportunity for a common struggle, a possibility to change our fate."
Sarah stood aside without interrupting, her eyes observing the nomads around her, seemingly evaluating their reactions and emotions.
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