The caravan made its way through the endless golden sand dunes.

After learning that they were competing for time with the sandstorm, all the caravan drivers were on edge.

It's not that these caravan guys haven't encountered a big sandstorm.

On the contrary, in these hundreds of desert trade routes, the unforgiving natural environment will always bring them a little "surprise" from time to time.

And every "surprise" will cost them at least dozens of people.

In the desert of Xue Hua's previous life, the natural disaster of the Great Sandstorm was terrifying enough.

In this world, this horror is aggravated dozens of times.

The sandstorms of this world are not only filled with tons of flying sand trying to bury you alive under the sand, but they are often accompanied by giant tornadoes capable of tearing through steel, and hard sandstone that somehow formed.

Either of these two things would be enough to kill a level 20 professional, let alone an ordinary civilian.

Therefore, the more people who have experienced a sandstorm, the more afraid they are of its power.

The speed of the caravan seemed very fast under the vigorous whipping of the frightened caravan drivers, but everyone was uncertain.

Fighting against nature is always the most frightening activity, and no one knows if they will plunge headlong into the sandstorm that suddenly appears in front of them in the next second.

Variif didn't dare to slack off, and the wine bag that he never left in the past was now snubbed by him.

He was now holding a monocular, standing on the wagon, staring at the sand sea south of the caravan.

Just as he felt his eyes start to dry and tired, and was about to blink and rest, several white voices on camels suddenly appeared from behind a sand dune in the distance.

They frantically urged the camels under their crotches and galloped in the direction of the caravan, and Variif could even feel their panic and fear through the binoculars.

What the hell is going on?!

Wajilie is a well-known explorer!

Although he is only a civilian, he even has a record of killing two "desert jumpers" with a scimitar!

Although the battle cost him half a year in bed and nearly lost his life, as a civilian, such a record is enough to be called "elite".

What could it be that could have caused this elite explorer to panic so much?

A violent sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in Varif heart.

The exploration team marched dozens of miles towards the caravan, and the leader Vajilie suddenly drew the scimitar at his waist and swung it violently horizontally above his head.

This is a common code for explorers, and it is used to report the exploration to the caravan if they can't wait.

There are many more codes like this, and even form a type of body language that all caravan leaders and explorers must learn.

And the code used by Wajilie at present only represents one meaning.

Dangerous!

Varref's face turned blue in an instant, he turned around very simply, jumped directly from the roof of the truck that was nearly three meters high, rolled on the sand and unloaded the impact, and without saying a word, raised his legs as if he was running in front of the convoy, shouting loudly as he ran.

"Stop! The convoy ahead! Stop it! ”

At the sound of his shouting, the convoy in front of him slowly stopped, and several men in blue shoulders ran from the front car.

"Principal, what do you want?"

Holding on to his legs, Varif quickly gave them the order out of breath.

"Hardy! You go and inform the rear convoy! Let them all stop! Barry! You go and tell all the managers to come to me! Hamid! You go and inform Jebal! Let him take all the people of the escort to the south side of the caravan to organize the defensive line! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"Okay!" The principal's slightly nervous tone immediately made several men panic, and as soon as they received the order, they began to run towards the rear convoy and began to convey Varref's orders.

They all knew very well that Varif was a very wise caravan leader, and that there was rarely anything that could make him nervous.

And if even he gets nervous, it means one thing - the caravan is likely to suffer a catastrophe!

Soon, a group of men in blue and white robes gathered in front of Varif as the convoy slowly stopped.

At the same time, a group of caravan guards dressed in metal-leather mixed armor, armed with long-handled weapons, and carrying the unique aura of mercenaries, were gathered on the south side of the caravan by a guy who was nearly two meters tall and armed with a giant long-handled battle axe.

Variif waited until all the managers under him had arrived, and then began to issue orders with a grim face.

"Hasheb, you go and gather all the breeders, let them drive the pack beasts to make the caravan form a parapet, and then put the pack beasts behind the caravan!"

"Got it!" Hashib received the order and quickly ran towards the caravan.

"Ofar, you go and gather all the servants and orderers, the cook and other irrelevant people, and gather them behind the parapet!"

"Yes! Principal! Ofal nodded, and ran towards the caravan.

"Sémir, go and gather all the coolies, divide them into two groups, one to help the breeders set up the pack beasts and caravans, and the other to the back of the parapet and start digging the sand holes!"

"Okay! Principal! Semir nodded as well, and quickly began to assemble his men.

"Rahim, you go and invite all the guests in the caravan, and I'm going to talk to them personally!"

"Do it now, principal!" Raheem quickly turned around and ran towards the caravan area where the professionals lived.

"All the rest, cooperate with the dispatchers to arrange supplies! Our caravan is about to face a major crisis! ”

Varif paused and swallowed.

"May Akarat bless us ......"

While everyone was busy on their mission, the six explorers on camels finally ran back to the caravan.

Vajilie rolled down directly from the road hunchback, rushed to Varif in a great embarrassment, and before he could ask a question, he said directly: "It's a black sandstorm!" Black Sandstorm!! ”

"Ahh I know... Hey......." When Variif heard this, he first exclaimed, and then calmed down as if he had already come to his senses, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, as early as when he saw Wajilie's embarrassed appearance on the back of a camel, Varif had already guessed the result.

To scare Wajilie, known as the "Desert Man", is like this, and there is nothing else that can be done except the legendary Black Sandstorm.

The so-called "Black Sandstorm" is actually a rumor that circulates among all the caravans that trade in the Aranok Desert.

A true rumor.

It is rumored that black sandstorms will suddenly blow from the desert from time to time, irregularly, without warning, from the place where they blow to the edge of the desert, and everything they encounter along the way will be destroyed by it.

An oasis near Lugoin was once hit by a black sandstorm.

At that time, there were also explorers in Oasis City who issued an early warning, but the town administrators thought it was just an ordinary sandstorm, so they didn't take it seriously.

However, when the sandstorm cleared and a professional traveled to the Oasis City, he found that the entire oasis had become a sand dune, and there was no trace of what it used to be.

Towns, people, and livestock all disappeared into the black sandstorm.

Even the nearby monster projections were engulfed by the black sandstorm or driven to other places.

These projections, which were originally emotionless, seemed to have an instinctive fear of the black sandstorm, and would even take the initiative to retreat from its path when the black sandstorm was about to strike.

When Vajilie first reported to Varref, he did not mistake the strange color of black smoke for the legendary black sandstorm, and it was not until Varif asked him to observe it again that he discovered the frightening truth in some detail.

However, it was too late at this point.

Varref's caravan was on the path of the Black Sandstorm, and the Black Sandstorm was moving much faster than a normal Sandstorm.

At the caravan's current speed, if it continued to march, it would be unprepared for the black sandstorm in half an hour.

That would be devastating.