Dust of History: Dream crazy (1)

From the Karendo Basin at the westernmost point of the Einfast Empire, go several hundred miles to the southwest, and you will see a large desert. This is the largest desert on the mainland, and it is also the most special desert. Flying Dragon Desert.

No one knows why this name is given to this desert where no dragons should exist. This desert is located at the southernmost point in the middle of the continent, far away from the large Sandefis Mountains at the northernmost point. In the middle are wild highlands and large tracts of virgin forests, cliffs, and crustal faults, dividing the continent into east and west sides.

The Flying Dragon Desert has a radius of thousands of miles, except for a few strange animals and plants on the edge of the desert, the thousands of miles here is a desolate and dead land.

But no matter how remote the place is, people will set foot in it. Just as the Sandefis Mountains have been visited by adventurers over the years, Feilong Desert will occasionally welcome some guests. However, there are fewer and rarer uninvited guests here than in the Sandefis Mountains, because there are no countless extremely rare magic gemstones here. Although there are rumors that there are some treasures in this desert somewhere, few people would dare to pay for them. False legends enter this dead place. Only when the Wild Highlands were still infested with dangerous orcs did occasional caravans venture trembling across the fringes of the desert to trade from east to west. After Einfast cleaned up the wild highlands until Oufu was established in recent years, the business routes between the east and west continents have been completely unblocked, and since then, almost no one is willing to approach here. So it seems that only lunatics visit this dead place.

Chamma now has some doubts that this young knight is a lunatic. For more than ten days. They have already marched hundreds of miles into the Flying Dragon Desert.

But apart from this point, there is really nothing abnormal about the young knight this year. If I have to say something, it is that he is really a bit powerful, too outstanding. At the edge of the desert, they were very lucky to meet a rare mutant giant scorpion unique to this place, but that knight cut the horse-sized monster into two pieces with just one sword strike. That scene completely dispelled some thoughts in Chama's mind. He could see that even the most valiant Golden Tent Swordsman in the clan would not be able to do this move. Having fought on the battlefield for half his life, perhaps only that monstrous templar has such sword skills among the people he has seen.

Furthermore, after entering the desert, every morning the knight would spread out two sheepskins with his hands and work slowly. After a while, there will be a puddle of water in the sheepskin. Chama recognized that this was using water-based magic to collect the poor moisture in the air. The magicians captured in the tribe were once forced to use this method to obtain fresh water. Although this is just a very basic magic, for a knight with such outstanding swordsmanship and combat power, it is indeed too amazing. If he didn't know enough about the people of the church, he would almost think that this was another templar.

Besides, this young knight has a good mind and learning ability. After only ten days in the desert, he is almost the same as Chama, a veteran who has spent half his life rolling in the desert.

The most important thing is. After seeing that move, Chama began to figure out the young man carefully, but the more he figured it out, the more surprised he became, and he could clearly tell that this young knight was by no means a fledgling. Although he doesn't talk much, there is always a charming smile on the corner of his mouth. He looks very young, handsome, and friendly, and it is easy to attract people's liking, but because of the intuition of a soldier who has spent half his life on the battlefield and killed hundreds of people After seeing his occasional two shots, Chama knew that it was not his martial arts but his mentality that was so powerful. That is God's most sophisticated and sophisticated state of mind after experiencing countless tribulations and tests, and after God's murderous intent is integrated with his spirit, will, scheming, and scheming. Unfathomable.

Such a person really cannot be classified as a madman. But if he's not crazy. Then you can only be crazy.

Chama has been smiling wryly alone for a lot of the past two days. To actually walk into a place as deep as the Feilong Desert with this person by accident, I felt that I was a little crazy.

Half a month ago, in the mercenary tavern, I happened to see this young and rich guy offering a big price to recruit a entourage who was familiar with the desert to the Flying Dragon Desert. Chama, who was thinking about ways to make money, immediately thought of a Easy and obvious way to get rich. Just relying on Feilong Desert's name is enough to discourage other adventurers, so he stood up alone to accept this commission. But not long after entering the desert, almost when he was about to implement his plan, the skill shown by the other party immediately made him swallow his plan into his stomach. Being able to cut a mutant giant scorpion in half with one sword, of course, can also decapitate anyone who plots evil.

Even if I honestly help this knight complete this commission, the rewards are very rich... Sometimes when I think of my final plan, I will sigh helplessly. The captain who led the tribal fighters against the church's army back then. The warrior who once cut off the heads of dozens of crusaders has now been reduced to running errands for a few gold coins after the tribe was wiped out by the Templar army...

But the further he gets to the back, the less he thinks like this. It's not because he has figured it out, but because he has no time to think about it. What he thinks about most every day is how to continue talking.

"Mr. Knight, do you want to continue going forward today? Our food and clean water have already been consumed a lot. If we continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out. Also... will this be too close to that place? ..." When Chama said 'that place', her voice was a little unnatural. No one wants to call that place by its name, and even thinking about it feels uncomfortable.

"It's okay, let's move forward. Don't worry, you just need to move forward." The young man showed a very charming smile. Although it is impossible for anyone to be clean and energetic after more than ten days of desert travel, this smile does give people a very soft and refreshing taste.

Chamma sighed, didn't say anything more, led the camel and set off. Conversations like this happen every morning or evening these days, but the result is the same, and the two move on.

At noon, the scorching sun in the sky threw light and heat towards the ground like crazy, wishing to pierce and burn everything in the desert to pieces. The desert has absorbed enough of the sun's power to make the air terribly dry and hot. Even Chama, who was used to walking in other deserts, felt a little unbearable now, it was like trekking on a red-hot iron plate.

Charma exhaled slowly, and even in this breath, he could feel the precious moisture leaving him. The air here is so dry that it seems that it is not air, but clumps of scorching hot sand. Every time it goes in and out, it rubs and burns the throat, bringing out a lot of moisture. Both of them had to wrap their bodies in thick clothes. If their bodies were exposed to the desert air and sunlight, the rate of water loss could make a person die of thirst without drinking water for half a day.

Is this place really still a desert? Chama, who grew up in the desert, keeps asking herself that question these days. There is no oasis here, no living things, it is so hot during the day that it can roast people, and it can freeze to death at night, and there are quicksands everywhere. If I hadn’t already figured out those deadly traps in the desert of my hometown, it would be impossible to leave. to such a deep place. And that's it, it takes a lot of physical and mental energy to advance a certain distance.

The most exhausting thing is that he doesn't know where the goal is and how far it is.

The young employer just said that he was looking for a place in this desert, but he didn't say where. This is probably one of those young people who rely on their abilities to search for vain treasures in the desert... It seems that the only way to die is to wait until he has almost used up all the food and water~IndoMTL.com~. But fortunately, there is really not much water and food left, maybe he will plan to go back in just two or three days...

The camel finally stepped onto the highest sand dune again. It is no longer known how many sand dunes it has crossed in this desert. Chama subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the unknown distance ahead. It was just a subconscious action, and he didn't actually want to look at anything deliberately. He was already tired of looking at it for more than ten days, and there was nothing in his eyes except the golden sand. He often suspects that his eyes have become this kind of deathly yellow.

But this time, in addition to the large golden yellow, there is also a gloomy gray. Other colors finally appeared on the edge of the seemingly endless yellow sand, which should be the shadow of a mountain range. It was just an unreachable shadow, but Chama screamed as if he saw a hellish ghost suddenly appearing in front of him, and almost fell off the camel.

The young knight who then set foot on the sand dunes also saw this scene. He looked at the gray mountains on the edge of the horizon, and his usual calm expression finally wavered.

"It's just a mirage. It's not a real mountain range." The young knight made a careful distinction and sighed.