Early the next morning.

A lame young man and a rickety old woman stood in front of the Lin Mansion.

"This is the caravan master you are looking for? Yes, it's a rich family. The old woman looked at the attendants who were busy coming and going, ready to leave, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

The skin and flesh are not thicker than those of the warriors, the body of the magician is delicate, and the long-distance journey cannot withstand the bumps, so Linggu's requirements for the team are not low, and the family in front of her obviously has the ability to meet her needs.

"Come on, come in with me. Steward Wu, who appeared at the door of the mansion, had a slightly cold face, and his tone was still not good, the combination of an old man and a young man was very eye-catching, and he noticed it as soon as the two walked to the door.

Steward Wu's tone was dissatisfied, but the carriage prepared was not discounted at all, although it looked inconspicuous, but it was extremely comfortable inside.

Lying on the soft thin mattress, Rogge exhaled comfortably, this trip to the ruins of the West Rotten Land was finally coming to an end, thinking of Monroe, who was looking forward to it at this time, his heart couldn't help but rise a little hot.

It was only for spending some money to buy a house, and with Monroe there, it could be called a home.

Subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the stone key placed close to him, and the coffin lid of half of the Zhenshitian coffin had been put into it, fortunately, the teacher took it out of the ruins when he was unconscious, and finally got a worthy weapon, but he couldn't just throw it away.

In addition to weapons, there are also some original treasures in the secret realm, plus half of the spirit stone mines obtained from the underground of the ruins, these resources are more than enough to feed a small force, let alone Rogge. Now he is also full of confidence and ambition, and the next time is to frantically improve his strength.

Other than that...... The coffin of the Wuling Tomb was taken away by someone for nowhere, and Rogge always had a faint uneasiness......

The eldest lady who didn't see Lin Mansion again, the carriage started slowly, passed through the downtown and the city gate, Rogge lifted the curtain, said hello to the uncle stationed at the city gate, and sat cross-legged, the injury on his leg was mostly healed with the help of the medicine, although he couldn't use force, but the simple action was no problem.

The true qi in the body, which was greatly lacking, was running at all, and the spiritual qi vortex was almost returning to normal after a few days of warm cultivation by the Linggu Venerable Secret Pill pill. Rogge estimated that he would be able to fully recover by the time he arrived at the school.

Thinking of this, Rogge couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it was the first time since he practiced that he had suffered such a serious injury, but fortunately, he was able to survive in the end, otherwise if he fell into any disease, it would really be worth the loss.

The convoy slowly moved forward, and from time to time there were loud and small shouts from the mercenaries who guarded it, these reckless people were temporarily hired to escort the convoy, so as not to encounter robbers halfway, the strongest strength was a middle-level martial artist who spent a lot of money, although there was no discipline and was not controlled by the Lin Mansion, but the strength was enough to make the Lin family feel at ease.

The speed of the carriage is far less than that of the Wind Griffin, and in half a month, the distance is not even halfway, Rogge is anxious but there is nothing he can do, so he has to practice to recover his strength to pass the time......

This is a red and yellow desert, the wind carries the sand grains in the heaven and earth, the whining sound of the wind, faintly revealing a stream of desolation, in such a wild place, it is almost difficult to find a human figure as far as the eye can see, there is only endless wind and sand and the sound of the wind howling.

Not only is it unpopular, but the dry environment makes it difficult for both animals and plants to survive here, and only those yellowish weeds that seem to melt into the sand can survive in this wasteland. Beneath their dwarf leaves are unimaginably well-developed root systems, and tens of meters long grass roots cut deep into the ground to absorb the precious water.

The wind blew through a pale yellow weed in the desert, wrapped in a few wisps of withered grass and a few grains of sand hanging on Rogge's face, the young man looked with interest at the only life existence in the red and yellow heaven and earth, this desert he had also seen on the back of the wind griffin, but the speed was too fast at that time to see really, he didn't expect its area to be so large.

Just as Rogge was thinking, the curtain of the car was suddenly opened, and the dazzling sunlight poured in, and then a middle-aged man with a somewhat strong body appeared in Rogge's gaze, the latter saw him staring out the window blankly, grinning, quite straightforward: "Brother Rogge, are you awake?"

During this period of time, Rogge rarely stepped out of the carriage, and he always used the name of sleep to seize the time to resume his cultivation. Fortunately, everyone saw that his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he was arranged by the eldest lady, and they didn't ask him to work together, and even this middle-aged rough man named Du Chong would often come over to bring some food to him, a lame young man who was powerless.

"We've been walking in the Western Desert for two days, and at the speed of the convoy, we'll probably be able to get out of this barren land by tomorrow night. Du Chong saw him looking outside, thinking that Rogge was worried, and couldn't help but comfort him.

"Although the desert and the West Rotten Land are close, they are far less dangerous than the West Rotten Land, but there are often some wolf disasters at night, although those beasts are fierce, even ordinary beginner martial artists are not their opponents, however, our escort team is strong, and Brother Rogge doesn't have to worry too much!"

"I'm not worried...... Rogge said with a smile, although his lame leg was left to the side, and he didn't mind in the slightest, and there was a hint of eagerness in his dark eyes.

"Brother Du Chong, is there any wine to drink again today?!"

"You kid, your body is so weak, I didn't expect you to be a drunkard!" Du Chong laughed and scolded, and then his eyes lit up slightly, and said: "This Lin family's work is really good, and the main family is also a kind-hearted person. ”

Rogge's face was strange, looking at Du Chong's expression, he obviously regarded his employer as a rich brother who was eager for justice and righteousness, but he knew that it was just a delicate and weak little girl who fell in the wind.

However, kindness is real.

When night falls, darkness gradually covers the desert, and above the distant sky, the moon hangs high like a disk, and under the desolate background, it becomes clearer, and the cold moonlight is like a waterfall that spreads all over the world......

Rogge lifted the curtain of the car, and what caught his eyes was a number of vehicles covered by cloth, in front of the vehicles, there were all tall black horses, and on both sides of the convoy, there were many figures on horseback slowly moving forward, most of these people were bare-armed, and the upper body was a rough leather coat, which seemed to reveal a little fierce color, and behind them, the cold weapons, shimmering in the moonlight, shimmered with a piercing luster......

Looking back at the carriage following closely behind, Venerable Linggu had no intention of coming out to move, and Rogge looked at the long convoy ahead.

"It's not like a caravan to trade, it's like a family migration......," Rogge muttered, jumping out of the car on one foot and limping slowly with the procession.

Gently rubbed his right leg, a faint feeling of weakness came, Rogge smiled bitterly, so many days of warm recuperation, it will take a few days for the injured veins on the leg to be completely penetrated, I didn't expect the sequelae of the forced outbreak of Ganglei Jiu Stepping to be so serious.

However, he didn't regret it, if it wasn't for the forcible displacement of the heaven and earth aura condensed by Lei Fa at the last critical moment, that overwhelming sword qi might be able to kill him, and then he would lose a life!

"Yo, isn't this lame kid, I didn't expect to be able to jump a few times, why don't you sleep? Be careful that you can't see the road clearly in the dark at night, and then break your other leg!"

A mercenary said jokingly, causing a burst of laughter around, at first they thought that Rogge in the carriage was an important person of the Lin family, and they didn't dare to provoke too much, but they didn't expect that for so many days, the Wu steward who was in charge of the convoy on behalf of the Lin family had never come to see it once, and the mercenaries became bold.

A lame man with inconvenient legs and feet, and an old woman who is about to die, with little capital but sitting in a comfortable carriage, naturally makes many mercenaries who are exposed to the wind and sun feel unbalanced.

Especially in this scorching desert, the day is hot and the night is cold, and the carriage is even more hateful.

Rogge smiled, unimpressed, he could still accept these few words of ridicule.

"Set up camp—"

The loud voice spread out in the dark and desolate desert, Du Chong strode quickly, the mercenaries holding the bonfire cheered, and suddenly no longer dared to ridicule Rogge, and hurriedly began to prepare for camping.

"What's the matter, Brother Rogge, these scoundrels have squeezed you again?!"

"No......," Rogge snorted, "a few jokes." ”

Du Chong shook his head helplessly, in fact, Rogge didn't pursue it, he could do better, after all, these people were nominally in the hands of him, a beginner-level martial artist, but he still felt helpless about the young man's weak character.

Rogge didn't pay attention to these ordinary people, and when he saw that in the eyes of others, it was a lame boy who was weak and bulliable. This scene was seen by Steward Wu not far away, pouted, and turned around to help the young lady take care of the team, he always thought that Rogge had bad intentions, and naturally he was happy to see this little calf deflated.

"Brother Rogge, come, take a few sips, warm up, it's very cold at night in the desert!" Du Chong's rough voice reminded Rogge of Uncle Mark, they are all the same sincere rough men, by the way, he reached out and took the wine jug handed over, Rogge looked up at Du Chong, who was already slightly drunk, smiled, and said, "Thank you, Brother Du Chong." ”

After speaking, he also raised the wine jug and poured two sips, and the hot feeling immediately rose from his abdomen, making his face flushed.

"Cool!" Rogge's eyes lit up, and he raised his head and took a sip again, not to mention how delicious the wine was, but after leaving the barracks for so long, it was the first time he had drunk such a strong wine, and he had an inexplicable sense of closeness.

"Haha, Brother Rogge, isn't it very good, it's still a little manly!" Seeing Rogge drink half a pot of spirits in one go, Du Chong couldn't help but smile and praise.

Rogge smiled at the middle-aged man, and was about to speak, but he frowned.

"Brother Du Chong, there may be trouble!" Rogge squinted his eyes and whispered to Du Chong, who was looking at him blankly, "The wolves are coming......"

"Brother Rogge, aren't you lying to me?" Du Chong's eyes widened, his expression was solemn, this entire desert was a natural wolf farm, and the chance of encountering wolves was extremely high, but he wondered how Rogge knew. On the contrary, he was a beginner-level martial artist who didn't realize it.

The young man shook his head slowly, Du Chong was completely drunk at this time, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, so he no longer hesitated, and his strength was raised, and his voice suddenly spread out.

"The wolves are coming, all on alert—"

The face of the mercenary who had been on the side of the two of them changed slightly, "Boss, do you believe what this lame man said?" Lord Lingxuan in our team is a middle-level martial artist, and he didn't say anything......

"Ahh

Before the mercenary could finish speaking, a long scream came from some part of the convoy in the darkness, and the voice was terrible, and after a while, it came to an abrupt end, falling into an eerie silence.

"Wolves, really wolves!"

"All on alert, all on alert, it's a wolf pack ......"

The screams suddenly sounded, instantly making the loose convoy tense, although the well-trained mercenaries were panicked, they still held the sharp knives behind their backs in their hands, one torch after another, and their vision gradually became clearer.

Less than twenty meters away from the convoy, dense wolves were scattered in rows, their fangs bared, and a pair of beasts had a devouring glow in their eyes, slowly approaching everyone with cautious and unhurried steps.