With the arrival of dawn, the faint upper attributes of the desert also seemed to weaken, and those fantastical monsters also faded.

Duchamp sat down on the ground tiredly, carefully wiping the filth off the knife and oiling it. After a while, he couldn't hold back his thoughts, and asked Fried:

"Where did those monsters come from? How could they know about Goethe's mother? ”

Fried, who had been killed all night, sat wearily in the camp, took out a cigarette and lit it, and watched the cigarette curl into the air. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "It is said that they are all resentful spirits, human and animal, who died in that disaster. As for being able to see through people's minds and manipulate people's dreams, it's not surprising, there is a monster called Nightmare Banshee, who is born with the ability to know people's weaknesses, and it is said that the greater the resentment, the stronger it is. When I was passing by here ten years ago, I once opened their nest here and killed several of them. ”

"Oh!" Duchamp looked closely at the system reminder and suddenly realized that there was a substance that could be recycled.

Around the camp where he had been fighting all night, he had collected many items smaller than the tip of a needle.

"What is this?" Fried asked curiously.

"This may be the root cause of those monsters." Duchamp painstakingly searched for these little things with the naked eye and radar, and the system gave them a thrilling name: "Fragment of Divinity", and this thing can also be taken to the mall to exchange for ingots, a 0.01 ingot.

Duchamp laboriously picked up a few ingots, got into the tent, and barely slept for a while. After two hours, they insisted on hitting the road while the surface temperature had not yet risen. As Fried walked, he slowly and Duchamp shared some of the things of the year:

"Rowling is a woman who never complains, and I left my fiefdom to serve in the army of Gongdu for the sake of fame. She can only go home once a week, she never complains, she is always so gentle. ”

"Hmph, Grand Duke, what kind of thing is he, after the accident, he let the garrison cover him and fled urgently, and took all the armored vehicles with him."

"The infantry regiment refused his order, just handed over the armored vehicles, we divided the troops into several parts, and Bauer, with everyone, urgently evacuated. The remaining few who are good at equestrian skills will ride their horses to inform nearby cities and villages. The alarm bell of Gongdu was sounded by a very powerful young man named Owl. ”

"Skansen is just east of the capital, two hours on horseback, there is our family's fiefdom for generations, as a lord, I have to go back and ring the alarm and take my Rowling and my son."

"Rowling just fell there, and three days after the wind and sand stopped, I came back and found Rowling's statue there, so lifelike. I was afraid that I would not find her, so I went back and carried a stone from the river Grebe and encircled her. But she left anyway, and I didn't build her a house to shelter from the elements, which was all my fault. ”

Goethe stepped forward and said to Fried: "Mom has always been proud of you. ”

Fried touched Goethe's head and said, "You are Rowling's pride." You've grown taller than me, and it's time to get married and have a baby. ”

Duchamp looked silently at the sides as he walked, and from time to time there were piles of salt on the side of the road, and I don't know if it was a tree, a stone, or an animal or a man who had fled here.

Despite wearing windproof glasses and covering it with a white curtain, after a day of walking, Duchamp felt tired and panicked, and wanted to shed tears. He endured the heat, and put the hood back on under his hat, leaving not an inch of skin in the air, as if that was the only way to do so.

The dead silence of the world, except for the occasional wind that blew and blew a low groan. There are no plants, no animals, and not even the demonic beasts that dot the continent of Semria. There was an empty space in the radar.

At dusk, Fried stood on a hill, looked forward, and said, "We won't be able to get to Skansen tonight, so let's camp here." ”

In the evening, Duchamp, who had nothing to do, had a whim, and took out the treasure hunting mouse Ash to see what it could bring to him. Ash ran around blankly and came back empty-handed.

"Alas!" Duchamp had no choice but to take out a specimen bag, shovel a bag of salt, mark the description number, and throw it back into the space.

That night, he had some insomnia, tossing and turning for a long time, but the monsters did not come, and finally, he fell asleep resentfully at the incomparable emptiness of the lost ingots.

On the afternoon of the third day, Fried pointed to a valley in front of him and said, "That's Skansen." ”

In the midst of the salt-shaped snow-white forest stood a quiet, snow-white town, each with a high, narrow simple spire, and some of the houses in Pvennis were built in the style of this place. In the evening glow, the whole city sparkles like a dream.

Fried and Goethe walked down the street until they reached their former house, which was larger than the others, with a beautiful courtyard in front of it, revealing the glory of the former lord's mansion.

The surface of the room had been almost eroded, but the structure of the house was still there, and Goethe went upstairs to his own bedroom, and looked at the warm little cot in which he had once been lying in his mother's arms, and remembered the dream that had been so real that day. He tried to find something to take with him, but in the end he found that all he could take away was salt.

Fried and Goethe wandered around the house for a long time, and when they came out, they found Duchamp digging around with a small shovel.

"Styri, what are you digging for?"

Duchamp carefully collected the specimens, raised his head, and said: "The salt here has penetrated into the ground for several centimeters, and it is extremely hard, and on the Gongdu side, it must be even deeper. ”

That night, Fried insisted on camping in his yard.

Affected by this atmosphere, everyone was silent.

That night, the town was very lively, and the monster that Duchamp had missed for a long time returned. After a night of fighting, Duchamp harvested hundreds of fragments of divinity. He had a nosebleed in his heart, and he couldn't help but think: "Let's keep fighting in the desert, kill all the monsters, countless ingots are waiting." ”

At dawn the next day, Fried solemnly said to Duchamp, "Take you and Goethe to the public capital." Actually, I've been to see it once since the disaster struck, and I haven't been there. ”

From Skansen to Haryasque, the former capital, there used to be a smooth road, but now it has been washed into a potholed ditch by the rain. If it weren't for the very good quality boots, I'm afraid the soles of my feet would have been cut by now.

On the hillside of the road, there are still large areas of salted cedar trees, and these silver trees are clinging to each other and supporting each other, maintaining an unfailing posture, freezing time in a moment many years ago. The only sound on the ground was the sound of the wind and the footsteps of three men.

After a few hours of such a boring advance, the road was no longer filled with salt, but a white solidification that felt harder than stone, and the sappers shoveled down, leaving only a white mark. After climbing over a magnificent mountain, the scenery at the end is finally different, and a city with a frozen white magical style appears in front of everyone.

The former glory of Gongdu now looks desolate.

Once upon a time, it must have been a city of hundreds of thousands of people, with wide streets and neat foundations, and although it has collapsed many times today, you can still see the glorious old appearance.

Suddenly, Duchamp found a 'living house' behind the wreckage of the white house, and he quickly pointed it out to Fried: "There's a house over there that isn't salted. ”

Fried glanced at the towering dome of the house and said lightly, "That's the Sanctuary." ”