Chapter 581 Sahazaan's War Cry

There was an endless desert where, geographically, lay the periphery of an ancient land called Sahazaan. To this day, no human has set foot in this desolate place, which is one of the four major nodes of the magic network. Even spellcasters rarely tread on that land. Its only visitor in the last hundred years had been scholars of the magic network's construction, with the owner's permission.

The Black Dragon Priest and his ancient human clans were once the rulers of this land.

But now, without the dragons, the Ancient Human Clans had become just barbarian tribes struggling for survival in the desert.

Clad in beast skin and two meters tall, the tribal warriors were whispering amongst themselves about the newcomer their leader had brought in.

"That frail Shaman Priest must be up to something. He's always holed up in his hut, and other than little Maan and the leader, no one knows what he's up to. Maybe he's a disguised sharp-tooth rat."