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The vast desert, the distorting effect of the air caused by the high temperature makes the ground look shaky, and the zigzag peaks and Gobi in the distance like curved horns have a certain sense of activity and unreality, and occasionally there are skeletons and stones in the sand that can drill out small lizards, or lying on the side of half dead wood for those little lizards who have not grabbed a good corner to burrow, why is there always half a broken wood in the desert? This is of course another doubt, let it go first.

It is the hottest time of the day, when the two suns, known locally as the Great Khan, hang in the sky at the same time, very close to each other, but without the very common phenomenon of a solar eclipse in which one obscures the other, and the blazing light intertwines with each other, leaning unscrupulously on this boundless desert.

This spectacle of two suns at the same time is a unique sight of the noisy desert, and nowhere else in the world is known to have two suns in parallel in the sky for a long time to bake the earth, otherwise the Lord of Glory and his daughter would not be widely worshipped by those who believe in the Light—nothing is too much.

Some ancient texts record that the Tumultuous Desert is the result of the war of the gods in the Age of Mythology, as is the Broken Glacier or the Eternal Sea, and the reason why the two suns shine together is that the Lord of Glory is watching over an evil god who was killed by him in the war and then buried in the Tumultuous Desert and buried his bones in the Desert, but even the most knowledgeable and wise cannot prove or affirm this.

The only thing that is certain is that the great desert that stretches across the northern part of the world is so desolate, mysterious, and dangerous - even more than many of the lower planes. All kinds of vicious creatures are even trivial, the irregular raging sandstorms are the most common and terrifying sights in the noisy desert, supernatural winds whipped up hundreds of billions of pounds of dust, and can even obscure the light of the two suns, moving them from one place to another, drowning a qiē, there is no way to stop it, which is why many oases and towns disappear overnight.

But today is a rare good weather.

One hand lifts a flat stone. The hand was slender and powerful, with an angular hue of a dull metallic hue and a hint of crimson that was almost black, and its finger structure was indistinguishable from that of a man or most humanoids, but judging from the dense layers of armor-like skin and joints on the back of the hand, it was clearly similar to that of an insectoid arthropod.

The owner of the hand flipped the table-sized stone over - a small gray-black scorpion emerged from the sand, swinging its legs and paws and running away, not only because it was frightened, but also because it lost its hard-won water in its body when exposed to the sun.

But the poor scorpion didn't get far. The hand grabbed it with ease, and although it was agile and fast, it was caught at once, as simple as scooping up a handful of sand on the ground.

The little scorpion writhed and struggled, bending its venomous tail to attack. Its venom can kill much larger creatures with ease, or at least plunge them into convulsions and paralysis, but this time it can't even pierce the other's skin.

The hand sent the prey into its mouth shrouded in the shadow of the hood, leaving only a tail on the outside. With a slight cracking sound, a vague smell of burnt food rippled through the air.

Forty-seven tasted the sensation of the scorpion's body crushed by its teeth, and the process of its scorching into ashes in its mouth.

It wasn't that he needed to eat because of a change in his constitution - it was just a bloody habit. He's been wandering around this desert for days, and that's not counting the time he's been digging holes, the portal opened by the demon has indeed sent him out of the abyss, but the exit is in this desert where chickens don't fly, dogs don't jump, birds don't lay eggs, rabbits don't pee, and it's separated from the ground by hundreds of feet of rocks and sand!

Now Forty-Seven only hopes to find something that can talk, and ask him if he knows Rain City, if he knows the Argus Empire, and the best answer is to know ...... What if this was just some inexplicable desert world?

However, the two suns in the sky still gave him a little peace of mind - there were also two suns in the sky of Rain City, although they almost never appeared at the same time.

After testing, Forty-Seven found that the wings on his back could only glide with the help of the wind, and could not fly too high, and his maneuverability was not good, but it was already very good for a steel body - but the idea of flying out of the desert was not realized.

Forty-Seven spat the residue from his mouth onto the ground, and the attached heat caused a small patch of sand to condense.

The sunlight seemed to be getting a little dimer.

Looking up, a layer of grayish-yellow clouds spread from the horizon. Forty-seven knew that it was not a cloud, but a large amount of sand and dust flying and falling under the impetus of a hurricane in the sky, and he had seen the terrible power of this sudden and instantaneous sandstorm these days--Forty-Seven unfolded the canvas cloak that wrapped around his body, which he had picked up after a sandstorm, and a two-handed sword, the rest buried under the sand dunes that appeared out of thin air, and that should have been the closest Forty-Seven had been to something that could talk, about a few dozen feet- However, Forty-Seven didn't think there was any possibility of communication after digging them out.

The huge wing membrane spreads out behind it, drumming and flying with the help of the wind. It would be easy to get a little higher, just to get into the range of this high-altitude hurricane, the wind is almost unimaginable, forty-seven controls his wings and glides over the edge of the storm sandcloud, he has been in the center of the storm twice at first, and the sand and stones are like bullets, and the taste is really not very pleasant.

Hopefully this time we can move forward a little further. Forty-seven thought as he flew.

Frey sniffed hard at his garlic nose, then crawled to the ground to listen carefully.

Then he ordered the caravan to rest on the spot. Sandstorm clouds had appeared nearby, and were wandering around erratically, and in his experience, it was safe to stay here and wait for the sandstorm clouds to disappear - but not necessarily running around.

The men scolded the bloated camels, ordered them to lie down, unloaded the canvas and wooden racks from the wagons and began to set up tents, and the well-armed guards scattered in all directions, ascending the slightly higher sand dunes to act as sentinels, beware of possible uninvited guests.

Frey watched his subordinates work in an orderly and efficient manner with satisfaction, and took a big sip of the water bag. The honey-mixed water was cool and delicious, and Frey breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that even the heat of the two days was not so unbearable.

Frey's hydration bag is a good thing, not only can it hold a lot more water than it seems, but what is even more amazing is that the water in it does not deteriorate, and is always cool and cold - Frey paid a thousand gold coins and several boxes of high-quality weapons for this magic hydration bag, but since he used it, he has not thought that he has actually taken advantage of it, and it is a great pleasure to say goodbye to the water bag made of camel beast's stomach pouch that is warm like oil in the scorching sun and seems to be sticky when he drinks it into his mouth!

"Mr. Freys, how long are we going to stay here?"

A young warrior walked up to Frey and gave a slight salute, with a solemn, stern, and invulnerable manner.

He had a handsome face, his blond hair a little messy from his travels in the desert, but the emblem of the sun wheel on his sword, shield, and leather armor was spotless and shining.

Freys was infected by him, and straightened up: "Oh, Mr. Jossen, that depends—but I reckon it won't be until dark, for we can't risk going through the confines of the sandstorm clouds, not only in danger of being buried, but also likely to get lost in the changing desert, and only to wait until the sandstorm subsides." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Freys. Jossen nodded in understanding, then turned and walked towards his companion.

Old-fashioned paladin. Frey looked at Joeson's back and pouted, disapproving