For those travelers who want to travel through the dark winds of the necromantic underworld, whether you are an undead spirit who has just fallen into the abyss of death or a human who has fallen here, the first piece of advice you will receive from the natives will always be: never step into the dark winds, and if you do, then remember to stay away from the dark desert.

When you first arrive, you may be fooled by the docile appearance of this barren desert during the day, thinking that the black wind that swept through the plane is nothing more than that, at best, a sandstorm that lasts day and night. But when night falls, and the few rays of light that shine through the cloudy clouds disappear from the land, the shadows that lie dormant in the desert begin to show their fangs, harvesting the fragile souls of every lost one.

A sand dune somewhere a day's walk from Amanda Ruins.

"Hiss~whoa~"

It wasn't until the strange sound of the wind drifted into the distance that a small dune slowly crept out on the back of the crescent-shaped dune, and the sneaky Roger poked his head out of the cold gravel, stuck to the sand, and squirmed to the top of the dune.

He craned his head and looked cautiously ahead, the sound of fine crumbling of grit sliding from his thick leather hat like a waterfall to the ground.

By the pale and fuzzy light cast by the heavy clouds in the twilight, Roger was very glad to find that the different black mass mixed in the wind and sand was moving in a direction away from him, and he breathed a sigh of relief, tore off the mask covering his mouth and nose, turned over and collapsed on the gravel in a 'big' shape.

"This is the third time tonight, what are these bastards crazy about today?" Roger patted his chest and muttered to himself, "It's good that I didn't enter deep meditation today, or ......."

Thinking of the fate of being discovered by that group of sand lice, Roger, who has always been calm, couldn't help but shudder, being gnawed into a bone frame is not a pleasant experience.

In fact, the most dangerous thing hidden in the Black Wind Tide is this group of demonic beasts that are periodically stimulated by the Black Wind and go berserk, and they may be the real masters of this place, and their strange abilities are enough to make anyone who takes this land lightly suffer.

A myriad of strange desert creatures make up the land's wondrous ecosystem, and the powerful of it are unwilling to provoke even the undead lords. Sand lice may not be the most powerful of them all, but they are definitely the most terrifying nightmare for travelers.

A single sand lice is only the size of a grain of rice, and they are not very powerful, and can even be easily pinched to death by ordinary people, but when the sand lice gather in a clump, they become a 'veil of death' that even the undead are unwilling to face.

When you encounter them in the desert, pray to your gods, because you only have time left to pray.

Swarms of sand lice roam the land with the power of the black wind, devouring everything they can take, and they are the most brutal predators here. Although he has the blessing left by Rast, in theory, as long as the soul is immortal and the body is immortal, Roger does not want to risk his own life, after all, the group of unreliable gods left a deep impression on Roger.

"Tut-tut, these guys are so ugly. ”

Roger climbed the sand dunes and looked back at the small camp where he had planned to camp out, where the sand lice had just swept away. In the leeward bunker that had been dug out, except for a few scattered sparks, everything around him was almost completely swallowed up, including his luggage and a desert lizard for dinner.

"Smack"

Roger slid down the sand dunes into the pit, and a mess of the camp came into view, even the wooden cart was gnawed and riddled with holes, and the luggage on it was of course swept away, and the desert lizard didn't even have any bones left.

Crushed to death a few sand lice scorched by the flames but still crawling on the gravel, the vitality of these little creatures is simply outrageous, almost comparable to the legendary creature known as Xiaoqiang in Roger's hometown.

Patting off the clumps of sand on his body, Roger scratched his head and rummaged in the pit for something that could still be used, and within a few minutes, Roger sat down on the sand in disappointment, because there was really nothing left here, and the equipment that Roger brought out of the pit was only two magic potions that he had exchanged from Tom the Mouse.

"It's not good to be a teacher. Exhausted, Roger took out two bottles of sparkling potions from his tattered luggage, put them in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, the potion bottle pondered by the spar was a hard bone that was difficult for sand lice to gnaw, which barely gave Roger a little comfort after suffering a heavy loss.

"Whoa"

Just when the undying Roger still wanted to crouch in the waste pile and rummage through what could still be used, his ears twitched slightly, and the sound of the wind was mixed with some strange sound, which sounded from far and near behind him, like the intensive tapping of a typewriter. In the blink of an eye, a huge shadow passed over the bunker where Roger was, and rushed in the direction where the sand lice had disappeared.

"It's been a lively night. Curiosity drove Roger to climb the dunes again. In the dim light, Roger looked in amazement at the distant silhouette of a shadow that was fading away, a creature with hideous thorns, scurrying sideways through the sand, kicking up a trail of sand and dust behind him. Roger, who had recently been meticulous in collecting information, could easily recognize that it was a spiny sand crab, known for its sturdy carapace in the underworld, and was a fairly rare magical beast, and its strength was generally equivalent to that of a first-order magician, but even so, it could almost easily crush Roger, who was still in the magic apprentice stage.

It is also worth mentioning that the thorny sand crab is the natural enemy of the sand lice of the underworld, even if it is a vicious sand lice, there is nothing to do with the hard carapace of the thorny sand crab, and the sand lice of the underworld is one of the favorite foods of the sand crab.

"If I'm not mistaken, the flesh of the sand crab contains a lot of magic, and in the magically barren desert of the underworld, this is a rare means of replenishing mana. Roger's eyes rolled on the sand dune, and he couldn't help but think carefully in his heart, "In case the thorny sand crab and the underworld sand lice lose both......"

In line with the simple idea of having a advantage and not taking advantage of the king, Roger jumped up from the sand dune, even in the face of the black wind that was still howling, he still took off his heavy wind-blocking clothes, revealing the thin black clothes under him, and the placket of his clothes was not tightened and floated with the wind, like a pitch-black flag.

"Whew~ It's still so brisk. ”

Roger, who squinted his eyes, felt the hot pain of the grit hitting his body, resisted the idea of wasting magic power to block the wind and sand, stretched his hands and feet at will, and set off lightly Roger arched his body, "It's been a long time since I've been active, I hope my physical strength won't be as unbearable as in the illusion under the mine." ”

Before the words fell, Roger's figure crossed a black line in the night, against the wind, at an unimaginable speed towards the direction where the sand lice and thorny sand crabs disappeared, it was hard to imagine that Roger's weak body could explode at such a speed, even the soft sand could not stop the rushing Roger.

It didn't take long for Roger to follow in the footsteps of the thorny sand crabs in the distance, and he came to a rift in the lonely desert, where the gravel was replaced by a craggy boulder outcropping, and the stone walls on both sides formed a slightly narrow and continuous rift. Trailing Roger slowed down here, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and snuck behind a dented stone at the mouth of the rift.

At this time, the rift valley was filled with a harsh buzz, this was a battlefield full of primitive style, presumably the spiny sand crabs chased the sand lice swarm here, and launched a ferocious hunt, Roger leaned against the rough stone for a slight gasp, and then peeked sideways.

"There's no way to fight back. The probe glanced at the sand, and Roger, who wanted to pick up the bargain, immediately let go of his caution. On the sand, a swarm of sand lice shrouded the huge spiny sand crab like a black mist, fiercely colliding on the hard carapace of the thorny sand, and the thorny sand crab simply waved the crab claws that were also full of thorns, and then the sand lice landed on the sand with the crisp sound of the thorns, becoming a meal for the sand crabs.

"You can shoot down sand lice with a casual swing?If so, are the undead in the underworld stupid?..... there are strange things" Peeking at the one-sided battlefield with a rock, Roger's right eye once again floated with a mysterious symbol connected from end to end, distorting reality to reset the creation and help Roger see details that are imperceptible to the naked eye.

In the special perspective of the right eye, the huge spiny sand crab is shrouded in a thin layer of reddish light, and the countless bright points of light in the air are flying sand lice.

The remnants of the sand lice may realize that they can't help such a big thing as the thorny sand crab, but after hovering unwillingly in the air for a while, they fly away, leaving behind the corpses of their dead companions, and the easy victory of the thorny sand crab does not pursue, but uses the crab claw to pick up the sand lice mixed with sand and send it to its hideous mouthparts, munching on a delicious meal for it.

"Natural scorching aura?combined with a naturally hard carapace, it's no wonder that the thorny sand crab will become the natural enemy of sand lice......" Glancing back at the battlefield full of chaos, Roger who had found nothing planned to return to his camp, since he originally thought that the situation of losing both sides did not appear, then Roger, a magical beast equivalent to a first-order magician, had no idea of fighting it at all.

"Yes, I ran for nothing, I didn't get dinner, and I wasted my physical strength, and I was so hungry~"

With a bitter face, Roger clutched his stomach and prepared to turn around and leave, before leaving, Roger habitually turned his head to look back at the battlefield behind him, but the strange scene in front of him made him stop.

"What's going on? Why didn't this big man move?"