The desert is windy and sandy, and the camel bells are jingling.

The vast desert, the dead sand sea, it is majestic, quiet, always with a straight face, the world of yellow sand always gives you a monotonous color, yellow, yellow, always scorching yellow. It is as if nature has frozen the turbulent waves and empty angry waves here in an instant, so that it will always be still, and the undulating sand dunes are fixed in every place in the desert, and whenever the wind on the desert rolls in, this desolate world will fly sand grains and the sky will be dark.

This is the world of sand, there is no place for you to stand, this is the world of yellow sand, the ocean of yellow sand, the continuous yellow sand meets the sky, you can't imagine where is the end of the sand.

On a small sand dune in the middle of this boundless sea of sand, a slightly emaciated figure is staggering up the majestic sand dune.

This is a young man in a thin and gorgeous robe, although the young man's body is covered with dust and dirty, but his face still looks quite handsome, a thin black short hair dances in the wind, although the hard figure looks thin, but the calm back still shows perseverance as if it can carry a mountain.

This is a wild sea of sand in the southern part of the Howth Mountains, as a huge desert, this world of yellow sand will always be inaccessible, and at this time, there is undoubtedly only one person, or a dragon, who will come here alone without any supplies, - Ovacin.

That's right, this boy with short black hair is Ovacin - Sour Throat, who managed to escape, and now this human form is the effect of a "high transfiguration" on Ovacin's necklace, this magic item that was originally designed to facilitate Ovac's control of precision alchemy instruments has become a talisman for the dragon to save his life.

Although this human appearance made Ovac very unaccustomed to being a dragon, the human body was much weaker than the dragon, without wings and unable to fly, and the completely different structure of the throat could not release breath, the recovery ability was almost reduced by more than ten times, and the loss of the protection of the solid dragon scales made Ovac feel as uncomfortable as if he had been stripped naked.

But now Ovacin has to do it.

The injuries he received were too serious, the eruption of the "Sleeping Dragon Volcano" made Ovacin's soul almost on the verge of collapse, even if he survived under the protection of the automatic activation of the legendary equipment, the current Ovacin has been stuck in a dying stage, and the extremely unstable soul makes the black dragon, as a level nineteenth spellcaster, unable to complete the construction of even the simplest spell model, and at this time, the body supporting the dragon is looking for death.

After all, although this vast desert seems to be deserted, the strong people who live here are not vegetarians, and Ovac can be sure that as long as it dares to release a little bit of the kind of dragon power that knows the strength of the outside at a glance, it will immediately have a large group of master-level powerhouses rush over to "eradicate the evil dragon"!

Not to mention............

Perceiving the location of his enemies through the soul markers he had released on Punk's body, Ovac couldn't help but smile bitterly with hatred.

Just as he can sense the approximate location of the punk through the "soul mark" released on the punk, the punk can also sense his location through the "soul mark" released on him, the specific positioning may be very vague, but the perception of the general direction will not be wrong, and now, Ovac can be sure that the punk is chasing him as fast as he can.

"It's really over now, although I expected the severity of the injury, but I didn't expect it to be so serious, the first injury was not healed before it was even more damaged, and when I was already dying, I overdrew my soul and fled quickly...... Now, I, Ovac, can't even cast an apprentice-level spell............ And when it's most intolerable, it's going to go on for at least a month or two............."

After licking his dry lips and shaking his head helplessly, Ovacin felt a heart-piercing pain in the depths of his soul, which was the wounded soul reminding him - Ovacin, you have always been on the verge of life and death!

The current black dragon has no clear destination, he is not familiar with the desert behind the Hoth Mountains at all, the black dragon insists on moving forward is simply fleeing in the opposite direction of the punk, even if it has reached the point of exhaustion, Ovacin can not accept that he died at the hands of punk, as soon as he thinks of the crazy mage with cold eyes, Ovacin can feel a kind of rage and give himself motivation again.

But...... Anger is no substitute for resources, even the strongest of the master level need to eat and drink at least once a month before reaching the legend, and a giant magical creature like a dragon must have a large source of drinking water every day.

However, at this time, as far as the eye could see, only the air in the boundless desert emitted a slow heat wave under the scorching sun, and in the dry air, a large number of earth elemental particles almost completely crowded out the position of the water elemental, and even with the dragon's strong sense of smell, he could not find any trace of the water source.

This is almost unbearable for Ovac, and if you rely on the black dragon to melt all the stomach acid, you can also swallow yellow sand to satisfy your hunger, but there is no water source............ This was unbearable for anyone, especially since Ovac was not yet able to use prophecy to find an oasis or a town, and this embarrassing situation made the black dragon even more desperate.

Now that the escape has been carried out, Ovacin no longer has the slightest strength, and even a dragon who has reached the master level cannot hold on to a drop of water for a week, but now Ovacin has not gained any water for five days.

Although the legendary equipment is still working overtime to repair his soul, this kind of soul injury will take at least a few years to repair even with the help of the legendary equipment, and Ovac expects that he will recover a little bit of his spell casting ability in a month or two.

But......... How could a spell a month or two later save the current Ovacin?

At this moment, for the first time, the dragon, who had always regarded himself as a wise mage, regretted that he had not specially made a storage ring filled with ordinary drinking water and prophecy spell scrolls, and even if there was an apprentice-level prophecy spell to use, Ovacin would not be as desperate as he is now.

"There is no water, no water at all, and the end of my lord of the Howth Mountains, Ovacin-Sour Throat, is dying of thirst in the desert............? I'm afraid Tiamat, the five-colored dragon mother, can't help but laugh."

Muttering to himself in a low voice, Ovacin struggled to lift his heavy legs, even though it might not make sense to keep walking, but the determined black dragon was still unwilling to give up.

With the slow arrival of noon, the desert sun that has just entered the tender season shows its scorching heat, under the injection of the high-temperature fire element, even the last trace of water element in the air has completely disappeared and transformed, looking at the desert that still has no end in sight, feeling the sharp pain in his soul as if he was stuffed into a soldering iron, Ovacin's vision can't help but slowly blur.

In the end, I didn't know where I went, and the black dragon's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness......

However, not long after the mighty Ovac fell unconscious with his eyes closed, a caravan on camels appeared on the distant horizon after a cloud of sand and dust had disappeared with the wind.