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Urich once dreamed of a lush wheat field. The day he saw the endless waves of golden grain in the civilized world, Urich couldn't contain his overwhelming emotions. The farmers of civilization didn't shed blood but cultivated food with just a hoe, water, and sunlight.
His tribe had a precarious settled life. The sky was capricious, and the land was barren. That was a big reason why they needed a large territory. When hunting game and forests were depleted, the tribe took their tents apart and relocated to a new home.
The Blue Mist Tribe was an exception. They were a rare tribe that pursued a settled life. Resources around the lake were abundant, supporting a large population and fending off neighboring tribes.
The wind swept through Urich's hair, annoyingly tickling his neck. He casually cut his hair which had grown too long.
Splash.
Urich stepped into the lake, which was the pride of the Blue Mist Tribe. They revered the lake, which was their symbol of sustenance
'A lake exists without being connected to any river. Fascinating.'
The tribe worshipped the lake's spirit. It was formed by underground water flow, enriching the soil around it with its nutrients.
'Maybe...'
Urich rummaged through his belongings, finding a handful of barley seeds.
'The merchant told me it grows...
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