The whole army has been marching for seven days.

Over the course of seven days, most people have become accustomed to the rhythm of migration.

However, it is inevitable that some people will be left behind.

Large-scale, rapid marching migrations are a challenge for everyone's physical strength and will. Under this double torture challenge, falling behind has become an unavoidable difficulty.

The initial 37,000 people have now decreased by 2,030. The 2,300 people who disappeared in the middle of the rolling desert could tell what would happen to them without thinking about it.

Li Ji vaguely remembered that in the desert of later generations, a few dried corpses that had been dried would be found by chance. These lone Taners may have been a little less lucky, because in the middle of the endless desert, there are still undead legions.

These lost Taners are the compatriots of the remaining Taners, and they may also be the friends and relatives of some of the Taners now, and in the case of losing friends and relatives, the whole migration team is becoming more and more gloomy. Although everyone is still moving forward, there is not much vitality.

If they hadn't left the stronghold, they might have died in battle, but the Taners respected the warriors and would think that the warrior's death was meaningful, but in the desert, like abandoned goods, they died of thirst, exhaustion, and sunburn on the dunes, which was difficult for most Taners to accept.

From time to time, Shastir cheered up the Taners, but to no avail. Shathtier had been assigned to live in the depths of the stronghold by Shakatier a few years ago, and although most of the Taners knew his identity as a young priest, they did not have much of an impression or memory of him. If Shakatir hadn't been unconscious, he might have had some effect.

Under this physical and mental torture, a strange emotion spread among the people of Taner.

"Gage, I heard those words again today, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Most of them stayed near an oasis, and Shastir came over to apologize.

"It's more than the day before, and I don't really care, but my friend seems a little upset." Li Jidao.

"Alas, no way, everyone has their own ideas, and I can't control them, I'm really sorry." Shastir Road.

"You better care about yourself first, some rumors are pointing the finger directly at you." Li Ji looked at Shastir and grinned.

"Is there one? How I didn't find out. Shastir was a little confused.

Li Ji pointed behind him, and on a tree not far away, several Taner people climbed up and rested on it. While resting, we chatted about the day.

"I said, can the young priest really save our people by letting us move?" A woman said.

"I don't know, he's a priest, he knows more than us, he probably will." A man said.

"Even if he is a priest, he is only a young priest, he is younger than us, and he can understand something." The other man said unconvinced.

"Okay, okay, it's not like you don't know, the stronghold has been broken by the enemy, even if it can be barely filled, it won't be as strong as before, migration is an inevitable choice." A slightly more rational man said.

"I'd rather die in battle in the stronghold than die of thirst and exhaustion in this desert." Another woman said.

"Alas, we don't have any relatives and friends left behind in the desert, so let's not talk about it." The first man said.

"Although we didn't, but yesterday, Uncle Ledas ran out of the oasis and disappeared into the desert, have you forgotten?" The woman retorted unconvinced.

"His son died in battle, his wife died of the plague, and his daughter was left behind in the process of migration, and I don't know where she disappeared...... Alas. The man wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

"If you want me to say, the group of people that the High Priest invited from other worlds are simply calamities!"

"Don't say that, they've helped us win several big battles."

"What if we win the battle, do we have fewer deaths? But when they came, first the plague broke out, then the stronghold was breached, and the high priest fell into a coma, and now he was on this migration again. ”

"What's more, they didn't lose a single one, which I really can't figure out."

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