Dune-Ivy is an ordinary member of the Sandstorm Clan, and as can be seen from his name, his father is from the Sandstorm Clan, and his mother is from a small clan, the Ivy Clan.

According to the customs of the Yellow Sand World, when he becomes an adult, he will be free to choose to join the Sandstorm Clan or the Qingteng Clan, of course, the result is already clear, although the Qingteng Clan occupies an oasis, he finally chose to join the Sandstorm Clan, because he, like other warriors, worships the legendary warrior, the patriarch of the Sandstorm Clan, Sandstorm-Ruya.

It's one of the most powerful creatures in the world, and there's even been an incredible story of single-handedly fighting against 10,000 people, and the legend of this legendary warrior can't be told for three days and three nights.

Although he didn't have much in touch with this powerful warrior, and had only seen it from a distance so far, it didn't affect his strong admiration for him in the slightest.

So a few days ago, when Sandstorm-Ruya personally recruited warriors, he didn't hesitate to join, even though the first battle was led by a centurion to sneak up and conquer his mother's Ivy clan!

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Riding on the back of the black beetle, Dune-Qingteng threw out its whip without hesitation and landed on a team of crooked people next to it, letting out a fierce roar!

According to Sandstorm-Ruya's instructions, they ransacked the entire Qingteng Clan, and took everyone with them, and went to the Sandstorm Clan's station, and he was in charge of the ruling class of the original Qingteng Clan, the so-called superior people.

The men were dressed in linen white robes, with some elaborate ornaments on their four arms, and their skin was fair-skinned and well-proportioned, and they looked like two species from the lean, rough-skinned civilians, and as soon as the whip fell, it was immediately a bright streak of blood.

"Stare at what?"

"You take another look?!"

Syllable!

Not surprisingly, Dune-Ivy received a bunch of hostile glances and curses, but in exchange for more ferocious whipping and undisguised contempt.

"You unearned rats, filthy and cowardly maggots, can only deceive those weak people, but the Sandstorm Clan, there is no place for you!"

As an outlier among the clans, the Qingteng clan is one of the few clans with a complete sacrificial class, of course, they do not have the support of the gods, but adopt this method to exploit the people of the clan both spiritually and materially, and completely turn the priests into a privileged class.

There are so many more bad things that can be done in the name of God than a king as a leader.

Therefore, Dune-Qingteng hates them very much, especially after his mother starved to death because of her devotion to the gods, he no longer believes that there are gods in this world.

Under the new and old grudges, Dune-Qingteng's battle is particularly prominent, which also wins him glory and rewards.

"Dune-Ivy!"

Just as he lay back on the beetle's back, enjoying the resentful and cursed gaze again, suddenly a warrior beside him drove the beetle to run.

"The centurion is looking for you, tell you to go at once, and I will take your place!"

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know!"

"Okay, then I'll go, help me whip these guys a few more times, you're welcome!"

“......”

After explaining, with some kind of regret, Dune-Qingteng quickly came to the centurion, only to find that it was not only himself who received the summons, but also several other people, but all of them were the best in this battle.

"It was the patriarch who summoned you to send the strongest and most capable young men, do you think you are?"

The centurion was not polite, and shouted straight to the point.

"Of course, we are!"

Dune-Ivy immediately became enthusiastic and shouted along with the other warriors, and then followed in the centurion's footsteps, maneuvering the beetle to break away from the group and start rushing towards the Sandstorm Clan.

The hearts of all the warriors, including the centurion, were filled with excitement and excitement, for it was the myth of the legendary warriors, the Sandstorm Clan, who had summoned them, and they had also confirmed that something great was coming, or was happening.

As one of the most powerful clans, the Sandstorm Clan has always been domineering, but a few days ago, because of the will of the patriarch, all the warriors of the entire clan embarked on a journey of outward expansion, conquering all the scattered small and even medium-sized clans, and in a short period of time, they expanded their territory dozens of times!

Therefore, on the way back to the clan, Dune-Qingteng saw countless ant-like streams of people, escorted in the direction of the clan, and the tens of thousands of captives were the most spectacular scene he had ever seen.

Of course, he soon knew that this was just a pediatric, because after crossing the last sand dune outside the clan, he and everyone else were amazed to see a huge stone gate rising from the ground in the oasis where the clan was located, at least a hundred meters high, with a green luster like water waves rippling in the middle!

An indescribable fear and shock filled their hearts.

"What's that......?"

Everyone froze, they had never seen such a spectacular scene, and a warrior muttered to himself, followed by a hoarse reply.

"Dark Gate, that is our hope, and the fate you are about to face!"

A tall figure with dense cracks stepped forward in a hooded linen robe, revealing skin as if it had been burned by fire, and the sound was like two red-hot soldering irons rubbing:

"Come with me, I'm here to meet you. ”

The hooded man turned his head and walked away, motioning for them to follow, but Dune-Qingteng sensed a sense of familiarity in this voice.

"The voice is a bit like Uncle Sharo, but he broke his leg a few years ago, it's impossible!"

The crowd followed the figure towards the Dark Gate, past the noisy and busy crowd, then the heavily armed warriors, and finally came to the Dark Gate, and from a closer look the oppression and fear were even more terrifying, as if a mountain peak stood abruptly in the middle of an oasis.

Thousands of warriors were led closer by different hooded people, and Dune-Qingteng swept over at a glance and saw that these were the elite warriors of the Sandstorm Clan, and they were also the essence of the entire clan.

"Warriors!"

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the air, and then the dark door fluctuated, and a huge figure appeared in front of everyone in front of everyone.

"I am Sandstorm-Ruya, leader of the Burning Legion, your patriarch, and I stand here to announce the good news that the Dark Portal stands before you, leading to another world, a new world of forests, rivers, seas, and soil!"

Crash!

The crowd was irrepressibly boiling, but the next moment, everyone seemed to be choked by the neck, and looked at the behemoth who was struggling to squeeze out of the dark door.

He had his trademark fangs and four strong arms, flames burning behind him, huge dragon wings that seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and above his muscles, black scales that reflected cold light.

"You may be asking, what is the price if we want to go to that world?"

Sandstorm-fanged scarlet gaze swept over him, and these nearly three-meter-tall warriors, the size and fragility of babies, let out a low roar from his throat: "The price is that everything we have, now and in the future, we and our descendants, will embark on a burning expedition that will never stop!"

"Warriors, face your fate, the Burning Legion is calling you!"

Boom!

Buckets and buckets of fluorescent blood were brought out, it was blood drawn from Sandstorm-Ruya, and the warrior in front of Dune-Ivy lifted his hood, revealing the horns on his head and the scales on his face, scooped a glass and handed it to him.

"Drink, Dune-Ivy, this is our fate!" 8)