"Is there anything special?"
Lis glanced at Blais and asked with curiosity.
Blais, worthy of being the leader of this caravan, seemed to have sensed something amiss, quite keen.
And he came back with people so quickly, he's really perceptive!
"Lord Lis, these people being chased by the desert bandits are a wandering tribe from the Sand Clan, they used to settle in a small oasis not far ahead of us."
"They were suddenly attacked by this group of desert bandits today, and the strongest people in their tribe were only Silver Rank Professionals, who were directly slaughtered without any chance to resist."
"Why were they attacked by this group of desert bandits?"
Lis looked at Blais, nodded, and asked.
The Sand Clan, although it sounds like something special, is actually just a general term for those wandering in the desert.
If not under dire circumstances, with weak strength, who would want to wander in the Western Desert?
