The footsteps on the banks of the Yellow Sand River were rapid and incessant, and groups of Dorn soldiers in blackened and yellow-scaled armor were rushing along the raging river in the light of the bright full moon in the sky, each carrying spears and shields, their faces full of anger and anxiety.

In the distance behind him was a ruined castle with black smoke and fire, and the castle was close to the riverbank, and a succession of figures appeared inside and hurried in all directions, so it was not long before many Dorne riders on horseback appeared on the border line of the desert in the distance, and then began to move around the castle.

The desert climate at night is so cold that even breathing is starting to get cold, but the scene of people is very hot. In the darkness of the night, the lingua franca of Westeros with a Dorne accent shouted one after another, and countless figures approached from all directions, and finally converged on the banks of a river called the Brimstone River and searched carefully, sparing not a single piece of land.

The Dornish who had arrived from afar seemed endless, and it didn't take long for the entire riverbank to be thoroughly searched, and more people scattered around the river to search the depths of the desert in four directions, east, east, west, and west.

Unfortunately, when the heat dispels the cold, and when the sun rises the next day, the people of Dorne have nothing to gain.

The people who searched were very unwilling to do this, but they did not suspect that they did not find the reason for their improper search, but thought that there were more moles who secretly hid the people, or had already moved them.

So the angry Dornite looked farther away, and also looked at his own camp, which was originally very relieved-

Hundreds of dead and wounded, they managed to shoot a dragon, but a traitor rescued the little queen, and they couldn't calm their anger, and they couldn't help but doubt that the Dornish faction, which they thought was monolithic, was still so trustworthy.

It's a pity that the direction they think is normal is actually not correct, and the place where they have already searched thoroughly is not completely searched-

When the tumult had subsided and the Dornites on both sides of the river had disappeared, two heads burst out of the water from under a large rock in the wide river, and quickly climbed ashore after watching for a while.

It's a very weird combination, it looks like they've been lurking in the river for a long time, but one of the women with silver curls is still unconscious at this point.

However, the slight heaving of her chest was silently revealed, and she was not drowned.

The other was a handsome young man with short black hair, a hooked nose and thin lips, sun-tanned brown skin, and a slightly exotic appearance, which looked like a true Dorn, but the real situation was very different from what he saw.

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The sides were surrounded by raised loess hills, the raging river beside him emitted a torrential sound, the wounds on his forehead and other parts of his body had lost their stinging sensation due to being soaked in the river for a long time, and the strips of linen used for bandaging had been soaked in blood and turned crimson.

Looking up at the increasingly dazzling sun in the sky, Lan Li frowned unconsciously, and then looked at the woman lying on the ground in front of him.

The little queen named Rhaenys Targaryen was supposed to be in her thirties, but she looked like she was twenty-seven or eighteen, and the silver scale armor she was wearing had been discarded because it was too heavy underwater, so all she was wrapped in was the yellow cashmere cloak that she had snatched before the outermost blue salute, and the white padded leather armor jacket inside and a silk dress inside.

She had long, curly silver-blonde hair, and was lying quietly on the ground at this time, covered with mud and debris from the river, and her face was also very dirty, but this did not hide the beauty of the other party.

With a high nose and a smooth forehead, Valyrians are known for their dragons and handsomeness, and the one in front of them also has that unique beauty. However, after squatting down and glancing at it for a few moments, the black-haired young man quickly pulled out the silver dagger in the leather scabbard on his waist, pulled the other party's beautiful long hair and began to cut it.

The dagger was not particularly sharp, but the human hair was more fragile, and a bundle of beautiful long hair that glittered in the sun was cut off by him and thrown to the river behind him, and finally when the black-haired young man withdrew the dagger, the beautiful woman with shiny silver-gold curls had now turned into a short-haired woman with a strange shape.

Admiring his masterpiece, the black-haired young man nodded with satisfaction, and then suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and touched his chest, but he didn't touch any ring-like items, and then he looked down at his hand, and didn't see anything special happening.

Lan Li frowned unconsciously.

The situation was tense, and he had jumped into the moat only in the hope of swimming from below and escaping from the sight of the Gatekeepers, but he didn't want to enter the water, and the abilities he thought he couldn't bring in were just as effective.

More than that, the moat was connected to the larger, sulfur-smelling river of the moment, and things were relatively easy.

In the face of the endless search of the Dorn, he simply hid in the river with the rescued woman in his arms, diving into the water when someone passed by, and surfacing when no one was around, hiding in the shadow under the stone in the river, basically all night.

Thinking about it, he unconsciously glanced at the other party's rosy lips, but then raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

At this time, the sun rises high, the river under the scorching sun rises with thick water vapor, the sand and gravel on both sides are dry and hot, and after crossing the loess hills, there is an endless desert and hills.

There was a high hill behind him, so the castle called Fort Prison Gate was not visible, but Lan Li didn't feel that he had gone far, so after taking a short rest to relieve the cold, he picked up the unconscious man and fled in the opposite direction.

It was an impossible task to get out of the Dornish crowd, but if you considered the identity of this person on her back, then Lan Li felt that she only had to hold on for a while and wait for the "air rescue".

However, where to hide is a problem, and there must be water and food, otherwise they are likely to starve to death if they are not found by the Dorn.

Lan Li didn't know much about Dorne's geography, but he didn't have to worry too much about food for the time being, after all, there was a river beside him, and although the river was a little muddy, it wasn't difficult to find some food from it.

He was pondering another question at this time.

"I don't know how to save it, wake up?"

Of those three tasks, he consciously risked his life to complete one, but there has been no reward since last night, which made him wonder for a while.

However, this did not affect his movements, although he hoped that rescue would appear, but it was too close to the castle of the Dorns to hide in the river all the time, and it was impossible for him to find some hidden places that even the locals did not know about.

So he picked up his goal and began to drive downstream down the river, deciding to stay away from here for now.

On the edge of the river filled with yellow sand, the figure of a woman on her back walked slowly.

As he hurried, the sun rose higher and higher, and the glow became hotter and hotter, and the thick leather armor and shirt and trousers that were already wet on his body became dry and pleasant, and then became dry, and the woman on his back made him feel even more uncomfortable.

The padded leather coat on the other man's body seemed to be turned into a stove at this point, constantly emitting a stuffy smell at him—something that was essential when wearing armor, but now it seemed a little cumbersome.

But despite this, he did not peel off the thick coat like he had pulled his armor, but reluctantly endured it, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped his journey for a while, and then ran into the nearby river to relieve the heat.

Perhaps the attention was elsewhere, but along the way, I didn't meet many benefactors, but I didn't see any changes in the environment, as if the river and this desert wilderness were endless.

When night falls, the thick coat that was once cumbersome has now become an important item to keep warm and keep out the cold.

In the dim moonlight, Lan Li, who was tired of walking, sat on the surface of the loess on the bank of the river with some trembling, her eyes staring at the bloated woman lying in front of her, and she always felt that the yellow cloak on the other party was a little redundant.

But before he could think about whether he should drag this thing out and wrap it around himself, he suddenly noticed that one of the other party's fingers slumped on the ground moved slightly.

Lan Li was stunned by this, but before he could take a closer look, a message flashed in his mind-

[You have obtained a new skill: Poison Crafting LV5]