The black mist gradually lifted, and the lost traveler riding the brown and black camel monster finally saw the scenery ahead.

His original vicissitudes of life gradually became disappointed and stunned.

The rich town in my memory is gone, and the oasis of the desert has disappeared without even a shadow.

Only uninhabited land remains.

In this loess place, you can't see any kind of flora and fauna.

There was nothing in the sky except for the massive luminous luminaries that could dehydrate.

Here, it's hopeless empty.

The man in a white robe with a turban wrapped around his head lay in despair on the sand.

He hadn't drunk water for three days, and since the day the Heavenly Tribulation of the World Destruction came, the fighting spirit on his body had become less and less.

The strange wind not only brought scorching heat, but also blew away the energy from their bodies.

A silver fighter like him is pretty good.

Like those ordinary people and bronze fighters, they are more miserable, and they can't withstand the ravages of a demonic wind at all.

The energy in the bronze fighter's body was directly scraped away, and he became an ordinary person.

Ordinary people, on the other hand, have lost more than half of their health.

That gust of demonic wind comes once every three days, and each time it will blow away 20 years of life from ordinary people.

In a few days, the ordinary people, animals and plants in this world are almost extinct.

As for the silver, platinum, and diamond fighters, although they say that they are alive, they are no different from waiting for death.

Once the energy in the body is scraped out and becomes an ordinary person, then their life is about to enter the countdown.

Even those very strong king-level monsters and king-level fighters were hardly spared.

The king-level fighters originally wanted to use some Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasures to resist this inexplicable natural disaster, but unfortunately, on the first day when the demon wind blew, these Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasures were swept away with all their energy.

"Can't hold on anymore? Also, it's the same everywhere in the world now.

Don't even think about it elsewhere.

Damn, why is the energy swept away, why is it that those water resources are not about to die of thirst"

The silver traveler looked at the sky with a look of dazed and hopelessness.

Why did this catastrophe happen?

Who caused this disaster?

Could it be that there really are gods in this world?

Is it because the people of the world are too filthy that they cause the gods to be worthy and lead to the destruction of the world?

At this moment, the yellow sand gradually buried the face of the silver traveler.

Without the slightest wavering or fear, he had accepted the end of his contemplation in the desert.

At this time, a shadow suddenly blocked his whole body.

Then an umbrella appeared in his sight, and the owner of the umbrella was a little boy of fifteen or sixteen.

The little boy had beautiful blond hair and a fair face with deep features.

In a trance, the traveler seemed to see a small and cute little angel, and he looked at the person in front of him a little sluggishly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this was illusory or reality.

"Are you okay? Need my help? It just so happens that my house is nearby, so I can provide you with a break. ”

This cute little angel wears brown boots, brown suspenders, and a white shirt.

Faced with the thirsty traveler, he stretched out his white hands without hesitation.

"Can there still be a water source here?"

The Silver Traveler asked self-deprecatingly. Along the way, he met a lot of children with cute appearances.

But in reality, they are just tigers in sheep's clothing.

Nominally, the traveler is invited to rest, but in reality it is only to pick his skin and eat his bones.

This is the worst and most desperate time, and the world is gradually moving towards destruction.

And everyone is trying to save themselves by any means, even the youngest children are demons that should not be underestimated.

The people who died at the hands of the little devils were not hundreds but thousands, and at first, people took advantage of the innocent appearance of those little devils to set traps.

Eventually, when more people died, people became enlightened.

But......

Looking at the angel-like child in front of him, the anger in the heart of the silver traveler was suddenly extinguished.

Forget it.

Anyway, I don't have much to live.

Since they are all dead, it is better to think of yourself as a lunch for doing good deeds every day.

Thinking about it, the Silver Traveler put his hands in the boy's palms and stood up in a daze.

He pretended to be naïve and said:

"That's great, I'm worried that I don't have a place to rest, and since you invited me to your house to rest, then you're welcome."

As he spoke, the Silver Traveler led his dying platinum-level monster and followed the child's footsteps as he walked slowly through the desert.

"Uncle, my name is Garro, and I am a resident of the small town of Garnier.

But now, the town of Garnier is gone, and fortunately my family was not killed and buried. ”

The boy said happily as he walked, "Even if you are lucky, we have just found a lot of water sources from the top of a Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure. ”

Hearing this, the Silver Traveler laughed dumbly, and he secretly thought: it is really becoming more and more unreliable for children to lie nowadays.

Everyone in the world knew that on the first day of the Heavenly Tribulation, all the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth were scraped away from their energy.

At this time, what other heaven and earth spirit treasure can conjure up a water source? Isn't that a joke?

However, the Silver Traveler did not debunk the child's deception, after all, he acted as if he was doing a good deed every day.

After today, I will cease to exist, so why bother with a child so much.

With the steps of the two of them, a beautiful aqua blue hut appeared in front of them.

It is a two-story hut, planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, and there is a bronze earth dog guarding the door, and you can hear the laughter in the yard from a distance.

It seems that there are more than a few residents of this cottage, which is really strange! Why is there such a paradise in this place where life is cut off?

Am I dreaming? If it's a dream, it's too real!

Silver Traveler thought as he struggled to feel the aura around the hut.

If it was a dream, he would rather sink into this dream than wake up.

If it's not a dream, it's really weird!

After some perceiving, the traveler noticed that there were 10 people crammed into the small hut.

The most powerful in it was a silver-level man, and the others were all bronze and ordinary people.

It's really incredible, ordinary people haven't been harvested by the demon wind!.

Sensing the situation here, the Silver Traveler was dumbfounded.

As early as a month or two after the Heavenly Tribulation, ordinary people and bronze fighters were almost dead.

I didn't expect that there were so many ordinary people and bronze fighters here.

What's even more incredible is that the catastrophe seems to have bypassed this family, and the yard is still full of birds and flowers, and the plants are blooming luxuriantly.

The magic trees in the 4 corners of the courtyard are inhabited by different species of birds.

They are all crowded into the trees, and the varieties of these birds are also very strange, ranging from ordinary birds to almost platinum-level Warcraft birds.

The desire to survive made them firmly guard this strange house, not daring to fly out easily, and with the protection of these magical beasts, passers-by did not dare to step into it easily.

Platinum, diamond-level fighters can't deal with so many magical beasts for a while, while king-level fighters basically won't be in this kind of place.

The traveler and the boy walked to the front of the house, and he hesitated, but followed.

Upon stepping into the courtyard, the Silver Traveler's expression grew to shock.

There was actually a small well in the yard, and what was even more strange was that the water in this well was almost full.

"Oh my gosh, am I dreaming? What's going on? There is a shortage of water everywhere outside, but there is no shortage of water here. ”

With the permission of the young boy Garo, the Silver Traveler filled a large pot of water with a gourd.

He drank the water directly with a grunt, and sighed heartily.

Finally alive!

In the past, he never thought that being able to drink water was a crucial matter.

It was only after this almost death of thirst that he discovered that water was the sweetest and most delicious thing in the world.

"My name is Mi Lai, I am from the imperial capital, a silver fighter, but after the harvest of the demon wind, there is not much strength left." Relieving himself, Milley quickly dealt with the eleven natives of the house, and as a traveler, although he did not get along with the nobles, he had the ability to quickly become familiar with the commoners.

"If there's anything I need help with, I'm going to say no less."

"Uncle Milley, you live on the top of the second floor, where there is a wooden hut that is just right for people to rest."

Garo seemed to be accustomed to being occupied, and expertly pointed to the large kennel-like wooden shed on the second floor.

"Thank you, Garo." Seeing that everyone did not reject him, Milley breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

When Millai went to the top of the building to look at the "room", the rest of the ten people began to go about their business, some were working in the courtyard to clear the land, some were making clay pots out of clay, and some were painting.

Milley glanced at it and retracted his gaze, this place is like a paradise separated from the world, even if the human race is extinct, it is still quiet here, it is really strange.

[Great, the people that the original owner asked to save have finally been collected, as long as they are in this absolutely safe enchantment, it has nothing to do with the flood outside]

A fluffy yellow duck, like a young yellow duck not long after birth, flew down from the branch and landed firmly on the shoulder of the little boy Garo.

Although it looks like an ordinary little yellow duck, it can actually fly! It is completely inconsistent with the world's perception of chicks.

"Okay, the next thing is to let them all cultivate, and before the vitality of this world is gone, the wild system that is in the way will be pulled out."

Mo Chuchen, who turned into a little boy, came to a corner of the courtyard, where there were five large watermelons on the shelf, its appearance was dry and shriveled, and a thin layer of white "frost" was hung.

After carefully receiving the watermelon frost into the small clay box, Mo Chuchen poured out the maltose that had been boiled almost from the pot and put it all in the small clay pot.

"Confused, put all these things on the shelf." Mo Chuchen shouted, and a five or six-year-old boy ran over, holding bottles and cans.

The world consciousness of this world is very weak, it fell into a deep sleep after the task was commissioned, and the wild system wanted to take the opportunity to seize the power of the world and destroy the human race, so there was this demonic wind that took human lives.

Everything has such a cause and effect, and the original martial arts (fighting spirit) world that respected martial arts did not become half-dead overnight.

It all started a hundred years ago, when the Child of Luck was just born, and the wild system arranged for a revenant from another world to travel through and become the twin brother of the Child of Luck.

With the help of the wild system, this traverser stole all of the luck of the Son of Fortune and transferred it all to the wild system.

In the past hundred years, it is probably the least number of king-level fighters in history, and each session of the fighters who are about to reach the king-level can be decadent or die for various inexplicable reasons, and occasionally a few of them are angry and strong because of too much loss, and this king-level has a lot of water.

Finally, the wild systems became stronger and began to harvest energy with impunity, and the otherworldly revenant who pretended to be the Son of Luck did not die.

In fact, this demon wind was his idea, because he disliked that the power was not strong enough to step through the sky, so he came up with the power to harvest the whole world and fulfill his idea.

It's just that he doesn't know that 99% of the power he harvests goes into the pocket of the wild system.

However, wild systems also know what to hide, and if the taskers are to appear on a large scale, they need a compelling benchmark.

That otherworldly revenant currently looks glamorous, and it's actually something that the wild systems use to attract the firepower of the taskers.

As for the original owner, he is actually a talented little boy, and with his strength, it is completely simple to become a king-level fighter before the age of 18.

It's a pity that this kid was born at the wrong time, and not long after he cultivated, the demon wind blew.

In the world line where Mo Chuchen did not take the task, the fate of the original owner was not good, his parents went early, he met many well-wishers along the way, and buried many kind-hearted people.

In today's difficult environment, he is fighting against the demon wind while cultivating, trying to become strong against the demon wind.

Unfortunately, in the end, this talented little boy still failed to find a way to fight the demon wind and completely lost his strength and became a member of the eternal sleep in the desert.

His wish is simple, to find the people who help him, to protect them, and to find a glimmer of life in such a desperate world.

Given that many of the people who helped the little boy were ordinary people with no cultivation talent, Mo Chuchen thought about it and finally decided to create an enchantment to protect them inside.