Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. The Mittel Clan's caravan arrived as promised and, just like last time, delivered this year's second batch of supplies.
Huge quantities of supplies were moved into the warehouses and piled up like mountains. The Serpent-Human Tribe's once-harsh living conditions immediately improved.
At the very least, no Serpent-Human had to fight over a mouthful or two of clean water anymore. They could even take a bath...
The Serpent-Humans living in the desert craved water in ways ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
Even though there were several oases in this desert, supporting millions of Serpent-Humans while keeping them from dying of thirst was already the limit.
If they wanted more water, they could only seek a way out beyond the desert.
Back when the Serpent-Human Tribe had waged war against several human empires, water had also been one of the fundamental sources of conflict.
"I never thought the Serpent-Human Tribe's predicament would be resolved this way. How ironic~"
Medusa Queen watched her clansmen below gulp down water and quietly sighed, her feelings incomparably complicated.
Beside her, the elderly woman patted her shoulder. "Now that things have come to this, don't dwell on the past. There is no shame in submitting to that lord's mighty power."
"Look ahead. That lord will not stop here; he will reach even greater heights. The Mittel Clan has only just begun. Submitting to him now is also a fine opportunity for us to change our fate."
The longer one lived, the more they saw of all kinds of things, and naturally, the easier it became to let go.
As an "elder" who had lived for two or three hundred years, Medusa Queen naturally understood that principle.
It was just that she found it hard to accept for