As dusk approached, the desert in front of him was golden, and countless wrinkles of sand and stones were like solidified waves, stretching to the golden horizon in the distance.

At this time, Funa Muir was walking slowly with a helpless face, and everywhere he could see was a monotonous yellow, and a few dead trees were scattered here and there.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him: "My king, with all due respect, why do we have to go over?"

Hearing this, Fnamuir turned to look, and saw Kurazo close the book in his hand and look up at the scorching sun in the sky.

"I saw that you always stayed in the dark corner of the cave and couldn't see the sun, and I was in a good mood today, so I took you out to bask in the sun. As he spoke, Fnamuir rubbed his nose and quickened his pace.

"I'll give you a thanks, but I think we'll be happy if you could fly and give us a ride. While uttering such helpless words, Curazzo raised his hand to hold the book over his head, trying to avoid the scorching sun, which he hated to be honest.

These words made Fnamuir a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help but pause in his steps: "Aren't I hungry and have no strength, after all, I let you eat all the food." ”

"If it weren't for my horse getting into your belly, it might have been convincing. Don Quixote, who was at the end, suddenly spoke, his tone full of compromise.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Fonamüir was a terrifying dragon.

"Don't put on that face, after all, dragons always have to eat. Even though the words were full of righteous words, Fnamuir's voice became smaller and smaller, thanks to Don Quixote's ears not yet in disrepair.

"My king, I admit you're right, but if you hadn't eaten his horse, we wouldn't have been reduced to this, right?" said Curazo, who had already put the book off his head, and continued to read to himself.

It seems that he has realized that knowledge cannot stop this scorching sun.

However, this time Funa Muir did not reply again, but jumped up directly and turned into a dragon.

"Hopefully I'll have a good meal when I get to Angmarcy, oh shit, I'm miserable. Grumbling, Fnamuir shook his huge pupils.

Of course, life was not always smooth sailing, and even if he had leaned down with all his might, he still could not avoid the tragic situation of Curazo not being able to climb up, but fortunately Don Quixote was kind enough to lend a helping hand in time.

If you want to blame, the only one who can take the blame is Curazzo himself, who made him only know how to study those unpopular and powerful magic, and discard the magic that can facilitate life.

But in the end, he sat down on the dragon's back.

After prompting him to hold on, Fnamuir waved his huge wings and began to rise.

The strong air currents around him almost blew Don Quixote out, but luckily he grabbed the hair on Fnamuir's neck with his hands, otherwise he might have really felt the taste of flying freely.

After sitting down again, Don Quixote could not care to look down, and at this time, the field of vision became wide.

As far as the eye can see, it is all a vast and thick yellow, and the great desert is vast and misty, with constant ups and downs.

The vast desert, the dead sea of sand, Don Quixote is still seeing it for the first time.

He always described himself as a gardener, and lived in the town of Ryan most of the time, never going far, even during his time as a knight, and the farthest place was the Demon Realm.

The desert, majestic and quiet, seems to be here, the turbulent waves, the empty angry waves, frozen in an instant, let it freeze here forever.

Just like the picture in my heart, no matter how hard I try, I still can't escape the fate of freeze-frame.

"I said, this flower is so beautiful, how to sell it, my sister bought it all. ”

"Ten gold coins in a bunch? Oh, my sister suddenly has a task, I'll talk about it next time, I'll talk about it next time." ”

"Tell you, my sister's dream is to travel all over this continent, but I have to wait until later, my sister now has a more important task. ”

"Hey, what's the matter with your skeptical gaze? You should be lenient with me."

"Of course, you can also take this opportunity to prepare me some good wine. ”

His face suddenly felt a touch of coolness, and tears slowly fell, he couldn't protect the woman who shone like light in his life after all.

"A little closer to the flight may be spotted. As he spoke, Fona Muir landed softly in the sea of sand, but in the distance, there were already some outlines of the city.

Stunned, Don Quixote slowly stretched out his hand to the long sword pinned to his waist, and after easing his emotions, he jumped down directly.

Curazo, on the other hand, climbed cautiously and slowly, although in the end he could not escape the fate of falling.

After the two of them came down, Fnamuel directly changed back into his human form, and then raised his legs to advance towards the orc realm, but was directly pulled by Curazzol.

"Why, Kurazzo, do you want to cool off in the desert for a while?" asked Fonamüir, dissatisfied.

However, Curazzo did not answer him, but opened the silver and summoned three ear-like objects out of it.

"I don't think it's a good idea. With that, Fnamuir quickly began to retreat in order to distance himself from Curazzo.

"My king, as far as I know, the orcs are still a little repulsive, so that they can avoid unnecessary trouble. Kurazo said as he leaned towards Fona Muir.

And Fnamuir stepped back step by step: "I warn you, I am a dragon, do you know how a dragon can be dressed as a beast?"

As for Don Quixote, he watched the show from the sidelines, of course, he didn't have any problem with carrying beast ears, after all, orcs were indeed a little repulsive, which he had also heard.

Although it has not yet reached the point where it is necessary to see foreigners do it, it is still quite a "privilege" for foreigners to survive in their territory.

Finally, after some struggle, the three wolf orcs finally appeared in the orc city.

But it turns out that Kurazo was right, because they just saw a human trader trying to enter Orc City, and even the color of his underwear was almost checked, oh, what a damn thing.

If it were Fnamuir, it would be inevitable to fly up and spit out a fire, and then perfectly turn the plan into nothing.

"I think we should start by saying hello to the restaurant here. As he spoke, Fnamuir rubbed his stomach as if he were showmanship.

But after Curazzo showed him all his possessions, he kept his mouth shut.