I walked at an unhurried pace in the boundless Gobi Desert as I could see the past, feeling the heat blowing in my face, and as I walked, I admired the scenery that kept passing by as I walked forward.

The undulating hills, the hidden puddles where they are hidden, no matter how you look at it, it is a deserted Gobi......

"So thirsty ......"

Walking on the ground connected to the stones, my tongue felt extremely dry, and I walked forward step by step.

[Partner, since you're so thirsty, why are you wasting saliva talking?]

While I was still feeling thirsty in my mouth, Fringeld's voice came through my head.

（...... Partner, I'm too lazy to say so many meaningless things to you, so you don't have to worry about it if you don't feel hungry or thirsty...... ）

Hearing Fringard's voice, I didn't want to argue with him, but responded flatly, that he was really thirsty right now.

[You're right, in that case, you'd better focus on the road, partner.] ］

In response to my response, Fringard said with a smile.

(Tsk!Not that you just ...... Alas...... Never mind...... ）

That being the case... Well, let's try that ability form again.

"Incomplete Combat Status: Frenzy"!

As I concentrated all my mental energy in the mask I wore on my face, the metal floor mask continued to change and flow as if it came to life in the next moment. They formed a pool of slime-like liquid that enveloped my head entirely, and then the changing metal formed a terrifying-looking metal visor that protected my head.

When I entered the ability form of "Incomplete Combat Posture: Madness", I instantly felt the frenzy I felt when I first used this power, and to be honest, it was not bad, and I was sure that I must have been unable to control the corners of my mouth at the moment when I was covered by the metal mask.

[Oh ~ partner, are you going to rush like this?]

As if sensing that I had used the power of "Incomplete Combat Form: Madness", Fringard asked in a calm voice.

"Whew-Whew-Whew-"

I ignored Fringard's inquiry, but lowered my posture and leaned forward slightly, and then in the next second, I rushed towards the endless Gobi in front of me like an arrow that had been detached.

[Partner, let me warn you, it's very physically exhausting for you to travel like this.] ］

I don't know if I misheard Fringeld this time and said to me in a tone of concern.

(Less verbose.) ）

Running forward at full speed, I didn't slow down my running speed at all, but picked up speed again and ran hard ahead.

I don't know how long I ran, but when I saw the scene in front of me, my eyes widened instantly, and on the horizon in front of me was no longer an endless desert Gobi, but a desert where I knew at a glance that no creature could survive there.

As soon as I ran out of the desert Gobi and stepped into the endless earthy desert, a hot wind that was hotter than before blew towards me, and when I felt the heat wave, the thirst in my mouth became even more unbearable.

"Uh-huh......"

Before I could get any more distance in the desert, I slipped and tumbled off a sand dune, and my consciousness was getting blurry as I fell heavily on the sand.

(I'm so thirsty...... ）

This is what I was thinking when I was completely unconscious......

Not long after I passed out, the metal helmet that was holding my head seemed to be self-conscious and began to change on its own, and only a second passed for the metal helmet to change back into a metal mask.

[That's why I said it's physically exhausting to travel like this...... ］

Fringard muttered to himself in distress as I passed out.

[Forget it, let me help you!]

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Endless desert, somewhere.

A carriage drawn by three wildhorned horses was constantly moving forward in the desert, and the driver who was sitting at the front of the carriage yawned a little tiredly, and in the carriage and on the roof of the carriage, several orc warriors were sitting there looking around on guard.

"Huh, what's that?"

Sitting at the front of the carriage holding the reins and driving the horse, the coachman who was hurrying on the way couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the wisps of black fog drifting towards the sky in the distance.

"What's the matter?" the orc warrior sitting in the carriage asked through the window, as if he had heard the coachman's own words.

"Honorable warriors, I don't know what exists in front of us, that thing seems to be emitting a black mist......" The coachman sitting at the front of the car with the reins in his hand heard the inquiry from behind him, so he had to tell the orc warriors sitting in the carriage what he had just seen.

Hearing what the coachman said, the orc warrior couldn't help frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and the orc warrior sitting on the roof of the car on guard also subconsciously became vigilant after seeing the black fog in the distance.

"Get the carriage over, and we'll have to see what's there. After thinking about it carefully, the orc warrior patted the coachman on the shoulder with his hand and said cautiously.

"Understood. The rein-holding coachman nodded in response.

After speaking, the coachman used the whip in his hand to swing a whip at the buttocks of each of the three wildebeests, and the three wildebeests who were whipped by the whip subconsciously stepped away from their hooves and ran.

"I said captain... Wouldn't that be too risky?" asked the orc warrior sitting on the roof of the car, armed with his weapon in hand, to his companion in the carriage.

"What are you afraid of?" the warrior, who was called the captain by his companions, asked with a smile when he heard his companion's inquiry.

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When the carriage pulled by the three wildebeest horses came to a low-lying desert, the coachman sitting at the front of the carriage holding the reins subconsciously tightened the reins in his hand and stopped the wildebeest horses who were still running, when the coachman stopped the carriage and jumped out of the door of the carriage three orc warriors in armor and full armor, and the three warriors walked towards the front of the black fog in unison, as for the orc warrior sitting on the roof of the carriage, he also stood up at this time, and was fully vigilant to be vigilant about any dangerous desert around the carriage.

When the three orc warriors walked to the position where the black mist was constantly emitted, they each stopped their steps, and when they saw the source of the black mist, the faces of the three orc warriors became solemn.

They were greeted by a warrior who looked like a goblin, wearing a strange-looking mask, leather armor and a belt bag around his waist stained with blood that had solidified into brownish-black.

"This guy... Who is it?" asked an orc warrior with a cross scar on his face, pointing to the warrior lying in the sand.

"Isn't this guy going to ......?!"

The warrior who was still lying on the sand emitting black mist when his companion on the side just wanted to say his opinion no longer emitted any black mist at this moment, and witnessing this scene made the three orc warriors present subconsciously vigilant.

"He... It should be Tut......"

The captain pointed to the two swords that the fallen warrior was carrying on his back, and his voice was calm as he spoke his thoughts.

"Captain, you mean... Tut?, the goblin we sent to Raisa Yaga?!" The other orc warrior standing nearby asked with a look of disbelief as he heard his captain's words.

"Captain, you're not kidding, are you? This warrior is Tut?" The orc warrior standing on the other side of the captain with a cross scar on his face pointed at the warrior who was still unconscious on the sand with his left index finger, and asked the captain in disbelief.

The orc warrior with a cross scar on his face asked this question because they had been patrolling the perimeter of the ruins of Lysa Yaga almost every day for the previous four days. Whenever one day comes to night, they will drive away from the area around "Lai Sajega" and return to the primeval forest to rest and adjust, and then go to the area of "Lai Sajega" again the next day. But after so many days of patrolling, they didn't see the signal from Tut during the day, which made him think that the goblin warrior might have died in the ruins......

"Although I was a little uncertain just now, when I saw the two swords he was carrying, I was sure that he was Tut, the goblin who had been exiled to the ruins, Lesa Yaga. In the face of his subordinates' constant questioning, the captain made a firm look and said affirmatively.

"But why is he wearing a mask on his face now? and...... Well, what is it?"

Hearing the captain's words, the orc warrior standing aside pointed his finger at the masked face of the warrior lying on the ground, and asked in a slightly louder voice, and when he asked the question, he noticed what the warrior's right hand was holding tightly.

The warrior held a horn in his hand, and the surface of the horn was carved with many patterns and scenes that only looked like carvings of orc culture. I don't know why, when this orc warrior saw this horn for the first time, he seemed to feel that the inexplicable beastliness in his body was slowly boiling.

"It's... Barbarian... Brute Horn?!"

When the captain saw the horn clenched in Tut's right hand as he fell to the ground and fell unconscious, he said the true name of the horn in Tut's hand in a voice that could not hide his excitement.

"Captain, you mean... How is this possible?!" The orc warrior standing by muttered to himself in disbelief what his eyes were seeing.

"If this horn is truly our nation's treasure that has been lost for hundreds of years, then Sinner-Tut's mission is complete... The sins he committed will also be forgiven by the patriarch. The orc warrior standing on the other side of the captain looked at Tut lying on the ground, and said to his companions and the captain with a calm expression.

"Take him back!" the captain commanded his men, gesturing at Tut, who had fallen to the ground.

"Yes!"

Hearing the captain's order, the warrior with a cross scar on his face picked up Tut who had fallen to the ground, and replied in a firm tone.

"Let's go. ”

The captain turned and motioned for the two men behind him to follow.

"But... Captain, how do you know that thing... Is it really the 'Brute Horn'?" the orc warrior who walked beside the captain expressed his concerns with a gloomy expression.

"I know what you're trying to say, if what Tut is really a so-called fake, then I'll bear the consequences!" the captain said with a flat expression and a firm tone as he glanced at his subordinates walking beside him.

............

(Who is it??Am I being carried by someone else?)

In a coma, I felt the touch coming from my body, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of doubts.

(Hmm?Now I'm lying... on the board?)

............

Horse-drawn carriage in motion, inside the carriage.

The Goblin Warrior Tut was placed on a bench inside the carriage to rest, while the three warriors sat side by side on the bench on the other side, calmly watching Tut lying in front of them.

"If you want me to say that it's better to take the 'Brute Horn' out of his hand. The orc warrior with a cross scar on his face said as he used his right hand to take away the Brute Horn that Tut was holding.

"Strange?"

The orc warrior holding the other end of the horn was about to take it away, but found that the horn was firmly grasped by the unconscious Tut, and seeing this, the orc warrior used more strength than just now to snatch the horn from Tut's hand, but no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't get it from Tut... He took the trumpet off his hand.

"Forget it, let him take it. ”

The captain who was sitting on the bench waved his hand to stop his men, and the orc warrior with a cross scar on his face had no choice but to let go of his right hand that had grasped the horn and sat back in the place he had just done.

"Hmm......"

When the three orc warriors sitting on the bench heard the groans coming from in front of them, they each looked away at Tut who was lying on the wooden chair.

I opened my eyes under the mask, grappled my left hand at the window frame, and after looking around me, I saw the three orc warriors sitting next to me and looking at me.

"Do you want to drink? You probably passed out from a coma due to dehydration......"

The captain, who was sitting on the bench, took out the sheepskin kettle he was carrying, asked, and threw it into my arms.

Picking up the sheepskin kettle that had been thrown into my arms, I decisively unscrewed the lid and brought the spout to my mouth, the mask I wore on my face seemed to automatically sense something, the part under my face turned into flowing metal, and I was covered by the mask, and my mouth, which had been parched and cracked by thirst, was exposed, and when the mouth was exposed from under the mask, I put the spout against the cracked lips, and poured the fresh water in the pot into my mouth and drank it.

Seeing the change in the mask I had just put on my face, the captain's face instantly appeared with an incredulous look of confusion, and even the two subordinates sitting next to him had some incredible puzzled look on their faces.

"Tut, what's the matter with the mask you're wearing?" asked my captain, who was still drinking water.

I stopped drinking when I heard the orc warrior in front of me ask, and when I swallowed the water in my mouth, I turned to look at the orc warrior next to me who was asking me questions.

"I don't know exactly how, but I found this thing in the ruins. Twisting the lid of the kettle in my left hand and placing it beside me, I pointed to the mask on my face with my left index finger and replied to the orc warrior who asked me a question.

"Then why didn't you take off your mask when you drank water just now?" asked the captain, whose doubts had not disappeared.

"I can't take it off, this mask is cursed. I explained to the orc warrior in a calm voice.

Hearing my reply, the captain's face was still puzzled, but he could only stop asking me, and the two men sitting next to him did not say anything but looked at me quietly.

For a moment, I sat on the bench and the three orc warriors beside me fell into a seemingly quiet silence, and if there was any sound that was coming out of the carriage now, it was the sound of the carriage running......

"Tut, has the task entrusted to you by the patriarch been completed?" the captain was the first to break the silence, and he asked me who was sitting on the bench with concern.

"Haha...... It's done. I said to the orc warrior with a smirk that didn't deserve any joy.

"yes, that's a big congratulations Tut. The orc warrior sitting next to the captain with a cross scar on his face smiled at me and congratulated me.

"Tut, is the horn you holding in your right hand a 'brute breath horn'?"

At that moment, the quieter orc warrior asked, pointing to the horn I was holding in my right hand.

"Yes. It was found in the Raisa Yaga, and this horn bears a complete resemblance to the features and appearance depicted on the parchment given to me by the orc patriarch, so I am sure that this is the treasure of your clan, the Horn of the Savage'. ”

Hearing the inquiring voice of the quieter orc warrior, I brought the 'Brute Breath Horn' that I held in my right hand to the eyes of the three orc warriors.

After hearing my response, the three orc warriors sitting next to me instantly opened their eyes wide and looked intently at the treasure of their clan, the Savage Horn, which I was holding, their faces were full of unconcealable shock and unusually fanatical joy.

"Hahaha~~ Really, I thought the horn you were holding was not the 'Brute Breath Horn' when I heard you say so calmly!" Suddenly, the captain grinned happily and said with a smile as he patted my shoulder with his left hand.

"Haha, Captain~ So you also think that this horn is not real?" The orc warrior with a cross scar on his face sitting next to the captain also laughed when he heard what the captain said, and joked with a smile.

Looking at the three orc warriors who were smiling so happily at the moment, I shook my head and looked at the scenery that kept flashing outside the window.

"Congratulations, Tut, let's go back together!" the captain said to me, smiling knowingly, tapping his left hand on my right shoulder.

"Okay. I nodded in a flat response.

..................

The vague outline of a city gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance, and I was very familiar with this city as I sat in the car and watched the scenery flash by the window............