"It's only been a few decades, and the changes on the ground are so great, I just don't know who summoned us here." In just a few seconds, the benthic demon fish had already understood everything it wanted to know, and then the tentacle glowed with a black light.

System Prompt: You are under the influence of enslavement, your perception judgment fails, and you lose control of your body.

For creatures with the ability to detect minds and dominate humans, solving things will always be as simple and violent.

Just as the system prompted, Sherlock, who was affected by the spell, listened to the telepathy of the benthic demon fish, and was accompanied by the water fairy Jerami who was locked up next to him.

The two of them walked around the rooms and came to a tall tower-like building in the center, which seemed to have been enchanted with a water avoidance charm, and a huge portal stood in the center of the tower, surrounded by dense fish monsters.

Crossing the path of the fish monsters, the two stood on either side of the portal, one left and one right, and a series of strange syllables came out of their mouths.

It wasn't known what the syllables were for, but judging by what the frog saw, they were chanting a spell that seemed to be beyond his current casting power.

As the path of magic became clearer and clearer, the portal became brighter from the initial dimness, and the space began to tremble, as if something was about to come out of the door.

Just as the spell was about to be completed, Sherlock suddenly felt a pain in his Adam's apple, and the last syllable was stuck in his throat.

"My psychic shield can only last 1 minute, hurry up and run."

A voice came to his ears, and then the water goblin beside him turned into a statue and jumped into his arms, and the surrounding fish monsters also realized that something was wrong, and all of them swarmed up.

The situation is urgent, and there is no room for much thought, anyway, it is always right to run, and the strengthening swallow returned his hand, jumped out of the distance of 50 yards at once, and then swam towards it with both legs.

There are many more options to move in the water than on the ground, and it is very difficult for these fish monsters to stop Sherlock from running away, and once he is on the surface, the situation is much simpler.

Three minutes later, almost the moment he jumped out of the water, Arashi teleported from the astral plane to the top of him, and the blue-feathered bird snake that instantly grew larger dragged his outstretched tongue and flew up.

Arashi, who was already level 18, still couldn't fly with people for a long time, and almost only flew forward for a short distance before throwing Sherlock out.

But this distance was enough, he spread his feet and three fingers, stepped on the surface of the water and ran towards the shore, and Arashi perfectly acted as a springboard, pulling him to swing like a swing every time he couldn't dodge.

After running for more than an hour, he finally ran out of the range of Far Star Lake, but he did not return to the range of Far Star Town, and came to the Supreme Wasteland on the opposite bank.

The complex was already relatively close to the Supreme Wasteland, and it was not a surprise that he had chosen the direction closest to the shore at that time.

But those fish monsters, when they saw him running ashore, chased him for a mile without relenting. If it weren't for the fact that the amphibian's speed on the ground was greatly hindered, the chase would probably continue.

At this moment, Sherlock, who had finally escaped from the pursuit, hid under a small hill, resting and thinking about what had just happened.

The benthic demon fish is a creature with a high level of intelligence, and the memories of countless generations of life have given them many ancient and mysterious knowledge, and that one-handed psychic ability is even more difficult to guard.

Fortunately, the water elf doesn't seem to be simple, I don't know how to forcibly cut off the spiritual link between the two and the other party, so they were able to escape death, but the other party has become like this now, I don't know if I can come back, I can only wait to go back.

Sherlock was just about to summon Thestrals when the sky suddenly darkened, and the pouring rain and thunder followed.

"It can't be a desert storm." Seeing the weather, he immediately thought of one of the three most famous things in the Supreme Desert.

As the largest open-air wilderness in the west of Faerun, the Supreme Wasteland is inhabited by only a handful of creatures, but whether it's the terrifying trolls, the cruel orcs or the cunning bear goblins, they all have one thing in common: robbers. Every day, countless caravans are attacked by these three creatures.

And with this namesake is a proverb and a climate.

"Bones and thrones in the Lost Lands" is a proverb that comes from the abandoned castles, stone tombs, and caves that dot the wasteland, where thieves have discovered mysterious treasures more than once, and even hired to explore a ruin on this commission.

Therefore, there has always been a legend that a prosperous civilization appeared in the Supreme Wasteland a long, long time ago, and as for why this place has become such a barren desert, it is necessary to talk about the third thing here, which is also what Sherlock is encountering now.

Desert Storm, a terrible weather that no living creature can resist, and legend has it that the ancient civilization was destroyed by a storm that lasted for more than three months.

It may be an exaggeration to say that no creature can resist it, but a level 20 half-elf druid is clearly included.

Fortunately, there are not many places in the Supreme Wasteland that can be used as a safe haven, and after a few moments of searching, one man and one bird found a heavy stone mountain.

The narrow ledge on the rocky hill certainly doesn't provide protection, but a closer look reveals a two-person arched entrance digging deep into the mountain's belly from the heavy rock.

The ground outside the entrance slopes outwards to direct rainwater outward, so the inside of the door is very dry, and it is a good place to shelter from the wind and rain.

However, Sherlock is not the only traveler in this haven, there are three tall barbarians inside, and they don't seem to be players.

The wild frontier is always full of barbarians roaming everywhere, and there are good and evil among them, depending on which clan they belong to.

There are ten clans of barbarians, each with an ancestral hill, each with its own rivals, beliefs, and rules of conduct.

For example, most of the barbarians in the Supreme Forest come from the woods tribe near the Grandfather's Tree, and most of them are from the good camp, and they have a good relationship with the druids who guard there.

And the few tattoos in front of Sherlock, looking at their clothes and chest, seem to be the elk tribe of the Eternal Wasteland, and their reputation in the outside world is equivalent to that of bandits.

Because the Supreme Wasteland has an unwritten rule of a truce during the storm, there is no conflict between the two sides for the time being, but once the storm is over, this battle is almost inevitable.