Middle Road, Third Train.
Passing through the undulating hills, the train enters the vast wilderness. The earth here is light green, and the stratus clouds in the sky are blown by the air currents and flow rapidly. The interlaced light Penetration clouds fall on the earth, reflecting the accumulated water on the ground. The mirror-like blue embellishes the world, showing a somewhat rare beauty.
There are ten trains supporting Kandra this time, among which the first train on the middle route is Third Train", which leaves one day earlier than Ninth Train.
"Master Wenersha, ahead is Hulan District, where many grassland tribes live." The adjutant stepped forward and reported to the master in the front of the car.
Wenersha is the 31st-ranked master of Mithril Clock's school, and is proficient in stargazing and secret medicine refining. Although he is in his seventies, he still looks like he is in his forties. His dark golden hair is tied up behind his head. He wears a velvet dress with blue background and gold embroidery. He has a kind and elegant temperament.
"Passing through Hulan District, and after another 800 kilometers, we will reach Kandra." They were not far from their destination.
"Yes, but some fuel still needs to be replenished in Hulan District, otherwise there may be a shortage on the road." There are not many Charcoal Bricks on the train now, and it is difficult to complete the last 800 kilometers. It is necessary to replenish about 50 tons of Charcoal Bricks to be safe.
This number is not too much, so the people on the car are not too worried.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, a series of tents appeared on the grass in front of the train. They were scattered on the ground, and there were circles of simple wooden fences around them to slow down the wind and prevent the tents from being blown away by the wind.
After the train arrived at Hulan District, it gradually slowed down until it finally stopped firmly at the station here.
Master Wenersha and the crew members walked down and met the local officials and guards Mage.
"Long time no see, Stella." She knew Mage, the guard here, and he had learned lessons from her.
"Teacher Wenersha is still so beautiful." Stella stepped forward with a smile, took the master's arm, and welcomed her to sit in the stone tower here.
After sitting down, the two first reminisced about old times, and then talked about the support this time.
"I wonder which train will arrive first Kandra." Stella asked curiously.
"The first one who set out first, Second Train, took the eastern route. Although they started earlier, they have a longer journey and may not have arrived yet." Wenersha spoke slowly while holding a tea cup.
"If everything goes well, we'll probably be the first to arrive."
"What about the western route? The route there seems to be relatively close."
"Fourth Train from the west set off one after the other, just slightly behind us. If they go well, their arrival time will not be much slower than ours."
"After that is the fifth one, Sixth Train. They also take the eastern route. The road there is smoother, the climate is better, and it is safer and more stable."
"Then Seventh Train and Eighth Train took the western route, then Ninth Train took the middle route like us, and the last Tenth Train was still the eastern route."
After listening, Stella couldn't help but say, "In other words, after your Third Train passes, there will only be Ninth Train behind you."
"Yes, that's right." Master Wenersha nodded, puzzled by the anxiety in Stella's tone.
Realizing the change in his tone, Stella told the truth.
"That's right----" She sighed and talked about the current situation.
After the storm, there were very few places on the grassland that could shelter from the wind and rain, and a large number of livestock were exposed to the storm and swept to unknown places. This caused a lot of losses to the local herdsmen, and more seriously, there began to be food shortages in the area.
Unlike terrains such as forest river valleys, grasslands can produce a variety of food. The most abundant food here is grass, and herders rely on dairy products and meat from cattle and sheep to survive.
After the storm broke out, more than 90% of the livestock were lost. Although the bodies of some of the livestock were later found, they were soaked in water and rotten and difficult to eat. Local food was in short supply. Many people had slaughtered the remaining livestock, but it was still not enough, so foreign aid was urgently needed.
Stella thought that the trains coming from the Alliance must be carrying food. As long as some are evenly removed from each train set, the local residents can support it. But now I heard that only two train sets passed here, and the food carried would definitely not be enough to support the lives of hundreds of thousands of people like Hulan District.
After listening to Stella's story, Master Wenersha shook his head.
"There are problems with your plan from the beginning."
"Even if there are five sets of trains passing through here, the food on them is not enough to support the lives of the locals."
"What you have to do now is to start heading north as soon as possible before the most difficult moment, and go to North Wind Defense Line near Kandra. There are large strongholds built along the way, which should be able to meet your needs."
"I thought so at the time, but the tribal elders here were opposed to it." Stella sighed.
"For them, grassland is a resource for survival. If they migrate away, it will be difficult to get this land back. If they lose the grassland for grazing, they will feel as humble as homeless wild dogs."
"These traditional and ancient concepts are deeply rooted in people's hearts, and I alone cannot persuade them."
"So, you just put your hope in misty foreign aid? This is too naive." Master Wenersha scolded Stella, but he didn't say anything.
"Forget it, take me out and take a look. Maybe I can help you think of a solution."
"Thank you, teacher!" Stella said excitedly. Although she is now in her forties, she still looks as lively as she did in her early twenties.
"I just taught you a few lessons, so you don't need to be so affectionate." Wenersha shook his head.
Afterwards, the two walked out of the stone tower and inspected the local tribes to check their food reserves and living conditions.
Many tribe members here use large pots to cook the carcasses of dead cattle and sheep. Although some of them are rotten and spoiled, they don't care about these when food is in short supply.
Some elders of the tribe and Shaman also accompanied the two people and told them about the recent situation.
"Some tribesmen are suffering from dysentery and Plague. It may be due to food. We try to give our children clean and good things."
"If this continues, I'm afraid the horse killings will start tomorrow." A Shaman said worriedly.
"This won't work. Without horses, it will be difficult for you to migrate." Master Wenersha shook his head.
"This is not a place to stay for a long time, so we should move as soon as possible. As for the pasture issue, it is Wind Disaster now, and no one will snatch it at this time. You can come back after Wind Disaster is over."
"That's what I said, but----" Some elders still hesitated. After all, this is the land where they have lived for generations. If they leave here and go to a distant land, it is unknown whether they can return again.
Although they were still considering whether to leave or not, the Third Train group still took out a lot of food to distribute to the local tribes.
These high-quality and delicious bacon, canned meats, and white flour made the locals ecstatic and immediately went into a frenzy to grab them.
At first, the crew could maintain order, but as more and more tribesmen arrived, the soldiers maintaining order were drowned in the sea of people.
Everyone knows that food is in short supply now, and it may not last for a few days. If we can get more food, our families can survive. This wish and desire makes the competition among the locals more intense. Even if some people take home tents, there are still people running over to fight for them.
Originally, the tribes here had a competitive relationship in the past, and minor conflicts occasionally occurred. Now, when faced with hunger and hardship, such conflicts are more difficult to resolve.
The scene became chaotic, and some people started to fight during the fight. If it were a fight between ordinary people, it would probably be bruised and bruised, but with the addition of Transcendent, the consequences immediately became serious.
Casualties began to appear, and hatred and conflicts escalated rapidly. Some people from the same tribe gathered together, ostracized and beat those who were not members of their own tribe, and then snatched cans and flour bags on the ground.
After hearing the news, people from afar came and joined in, and it soon turned into a melee between various tribes. At this time, even if the elders and Shaman shouted to stop, they could not stop the chaotic situation, and the shouts were drowned in the crowd.
"That's enough." A blue meteor burst into the sky, followed by an icy drizzle. Everyone who was caught felt a bone-chilling chill, and their bodies trembled.
Then the violent spirit Impact swept across the audience, many people fainted on the spot, and the farce finally stopped temporarily.
Master Wenersha and Stella stood side by side, frowning. Under the pressure of the two powerful Mage, the people on site finally calmed down.
Afterwards, the legionnaires accompanying the vehicle crew restored order, began to count the wounded, and asked people to organize treatment.
The original plan was to stay for two hours and then move on, but due to this incident, it was delayed for an additional three hours and caused many casualties.
"I was too kind." Wenersha regretted a little. She shouldn't have given out food so easily. She even imagined what would happen after she and others left.
Although Stella apologized repeatedly, Master Wenersha no longer wanted to ask about the situation here. She asked the crew to clean the track, load Charcoal Brick, and then ordered the train to start.
The wheels gradually turned, a long stream of steam spurted out, and then the train became faster and faster. The heavy steel body set off regardless of the tribe members trying to climb along the way. Some people were thrown away midway and fell to the ground, while others clung to the iron railings of the car and broke into the cold air in the wilderness, and soon turned into frozen corpses.
After this chaos, the remaining tribe members did not think about solving the problem together, but began to covet each other's precious food.
Even if you want to go to North Wind Defense Line, where Kandra is, such a long journey will require a lot of food, and the food currently distributed to everyone is obviously not enough.
If it is destined that only a small number of people can be saved, then why not ourselves but outsiders?
Under the cruel environment, conflicts that had not been apparent in the past began to intensify.