"It's so cold...... The cold air gradually spread to his limbs along the pulse, and Belle struggled to shake his arms into the air, but the asphalt was also condensed into ice the moment it left his body.

The cold touch tormented his nerves, this was not ordinary cold, it stands to reason that his current body should not feel pain at all, even the sharp pitchfork was helpless against him. But the cold was so clear that it almost froze his brain.

The woman on the roof put on her hood and looked coldly at the already sculpted Pilje, "No one can escape the frozen death penalty, so make this your grave!" ”

As she spoke, she turned and rode onto the camel with Agata and the baby. Agata looked at the charred villagers and fell into the arms of the mysterious woman, weeping silently.

"I'm sorry about the village, my name is Moran, and I'm a witch who lives in the desert. I'm sure you've already met Miss Viklily and them, and I'll explain the details later, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. ”

Moran knew that this ice could not be maintained forever, but he had exhausted his physical strength and could no longer fight. She shook the reins and rode the camel through the forest with the mother and child in her arms, and ran in the direction of the camp.

The midday sun basked the ice sculpture, and the frozen body gradually moved, shattering the ice around it with a single punch. Belette fell to the ground, and though the ice had turned to dew, the biting chill still lingered within him.

"That's ...... What the? Belette remembered the woman with her long blond hair, who looked like a shrine maiden and seemed to possess a magical power that could freeze people in the heat.

"Is she also an angel?" Before Belel could figure out an answer from his doubts, he found that his sun was drying up. It looks like the sun will weaken his power, which is not a good thing, and he will only have to ingest a lot of blood to recover. All that was left was his charred body, and he had to hide in the house first.

With heavy steps, Pellet approached the hut beside him, where there were only a few chairs and what seemed to be a bedroom. He leaned against the wall and walked to the bed, and the familiar breath came back into the air.

Lavender, a faint smell of beasts, and the scent of roses, it seemed that the group he was looking for had stayed here for a long time. He opened the closet beside him, took out a dressing gown from it, put it on his body, and ripped off half of the sheet and wrapped it around his head.

"That way, you won't be threatened by the sun." Belette opened the door and tentatively walked out of the cabin in his dressing gown. The wrapping clothes keep the sunlight out, and it seems that this method does work.

"All we have to do is find the girl." Belette closed his eyes, carefully perceiving the lingering scent of roses in the air, and a reddish curve came to mind, as if to guide him to the girl's navigation.

When he was a human, he had a keen sense of smell and could even smell the emotions of human beings. When humans are confronted with a threat, the adrenaline rushes dramatically, and that weird smell is the smell of fear.

Now that he has become an "angel" as the mysterious voice calls him, his physical strength and senses have increased dramatically, and he has even gained god-like powers. Although he has lost his memories, the killer's instincts have melted into his body and become part of his senses.

"That's ...... The breath of sand, they went to the desert, right? Wrapped his arms tightly around his clothes, he took a step, following the breath with the speed of a cheetah.

The smell of mutton overshadowed the girl's breath, and it seemed that there were still people living in this empty city. He was already thirsty, but the girl's scent seemed to bypass it, and the nectar was sweeter only when he was at his hungriest and thirsty.

"Gotta leave this opportunity with that girl." Belel smiled and quickened his pace, speeding around the empty city towards the desert.

[After 2 hours]

"Whoa—whoa—"

The sound of the camel's breath gradually reached his ears, and Draenor had never been so excited by the noise, he quickly turned back to Viklico and shouted, "There's a voice!" We're finally out of that damn place! ”

Vickily didn't have the strength to cheer, and they went from the wee hours of the morning until noon, eating only a little dry food on the way. She quickly removed the kettle from behind her and dropped a few drops into her mouth before gaining a little strength.

Cooper hurried to Viklico's side on his camel and grabbed the kettle and took a few sips.

"Hey! You save a little, it's just the first day to start now, and you can't drink that much! Viklico snatched the kettle and shouted at Cooper with a frown.

"My throat and eyes are so dry that I can wipe a match, who told you not to give me water for so long!" Cooper wiped his mouth with his sleeve and slipped the remaining droplets into his mouth.

Vicilli handed the jug to Draenor and Jeanne, but she didn't mean to make everyone suffer from thirst. She knew that there was no way to drink water in that "Stone Field", and even if she put her mouth directly at the kettle, she couldn't get the still droplets to move.

She took the kettle from Jeanne, and after everyone had rehydrated a little, they looked a little more refreshed, and the next thing was to figure out where they were.

"Draenor, look at the direction of the compass." Vicilico said to Draenor, turning and removing the parchment map from behind the saddle.

"The direction is right, we are still going in the same direction." Draenor replied as he looked at the compass in his hand.

It seemed that she hadn't thought much about it before, and it seemed that they had slowly entered the realm of strange rocks since they passed by the strange acacia bushes, and I don't know if it was because of the magnetic field or some inexplicable supernatural phenomenon, where even time could be stopped.

Luckily, the direction was correct, and the area wasn't marked on the map, probably because Moran and the Bedouins hadn't entered it.

"Vicky, I'm not mistaken, right? Is it an oasis? Draenor said, pointing to the side.

Vikily looked in the direction Draenor was pointing, and there was indeed a lush oasis there. But in the desert, there are often mirages to see, so you should confirm before you draw conclusions. She slid her finger across the parchment map until she found a piece with a strange willow tree drawn on it.

"Looks like there's an oasis there, and it's on the map!" Vikirico said excitedly to the crowd, and the camel team picked up the pace and ran towards the oasis.

This oasis is covered with strange-looking willow trees, lilac, pink, and the treetops are covered with bright flowers. Seemingly suspicious, Draenor stopped pulling a camel next to the oasis.

Vikiriko walked up to the strange willow, which she had seen in the vicinity of the Horn Desert in Vlaktu, and it seemed to be called the "strange willow", which could produce bright flowers in arid areas even without an abundance of water.

"Don't worry, this plant is not poisonous. In fact, many people have even tried to use it to make barbecue with meat skewers, and the taste is not ordinarily delicious! Vicky said as she broke off an orange-red willow branch from a somewhat dry willow tree.

The others ignored Viklico's introduction, and they were already lying on the edge of the pool and drinking bitterly. Also, everyone has been patient with hunger and thirst along the way, so let's just enjoy the heavenly nectar! Vikiriko thought with a smile as she grabbed the jug and drank it down, dipping it on the edge of the pool and filling it to the brim.

After a short rest, Vikily took the blanket from the saddle and spread it out on the floor. There are still enough pancakes to eat for two days, and there are still about five meals of air-dried meat, so it seems that the food is indeed not enough.

"Food is also a big problem, and even if there is plenty of water, it is difficult to get out of the desert alive without food." Draenor said, looking at the dry grain.

"But at least there's an oasis here, and maybe there will be animals drinking before the evening, as Moran said. I'll take a look around. He comforted the crowd and pulled the noose from his saddlebag and walked to the other side of the oasis.

Draenor buried his body in the sand, poking his head out to take a closer look at the creatures that might be in the vicinity. After waiting for less than half an hour, a figure gradually appeared on the sand dunes in the distance.

"Showing up so soon? Looks like you're thirsty too! Draenor grinned, and the smell of roast lamb seemed to have spread through his nostrils.

He suppressed the excitement in his chest, and took a deep breath to observe the figure carefully. When the figure gradually became clear, he found that it was not the antelope he imagined at all, but a bipedal creature that was galloping!

It was supposed to be a human, his wrapped white clothes fluttering behind his back, the dust under his feet being lifted high in the air - the man was hurtling towards him at incredible speed!

Draenor immediately raised his alert, dropped the lasso and pulled out his dagger from behind him. Unexpectedly, when the man was less than two hundred meters away from the oasis, he suddenly raised his leg and stepped in front of him, causing a storm of flying sand.

The dust cleared, and the mysterious man in the white robe stood straight in front of Draenor's eyes. The mysterious man reached out and gently lifted the white cloth covering his face, revealing the high bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He seemed to be sensing the aura near the oasis.

"Damn, who the hell are you?" Draenor drew his firearm and pointed the gun at the mysterious man in front of him.

The man wasn't as tall as Draenor, but he was six feet tall, his clothes wrapping around his torso and outlining his muscles. Just by looking at the size, you can be sure that it should be a man.

Draenor didn't know what the man's intentions were, he was extremely fast, and he wasn't an ordinary human at all. His skin was as pale as snow, and he probably wouldn't be a Licos.

Just as he hesitated to shoot and threaten, the man sighed and opened his mouth first, the voice low and magnetic, like a poet's exclamation in the valley,

"Ah, life, the blood of the roses I desire......"

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