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"Brother Tie, you're finally back!" The old flute took three steps and two steps, rushed to him, and said excitedly.

"Hmm." The voice of the iron slag was as indifferent as ever.

"I haven't seen you for two years, Brother Tie is still so handsome and so majestic." Lao Di also flattered as always. As he spoke, there was not a hint of a smile on his crumpled old face, only piety and seriousness.

"Hmm." Iron Slag calmly accepted the praise of the other party.

"Come back this time, won't you leave?" Lao Di asked.

Iron Slag shook his head and said, "Just come back to see your old friend." ”

"Where are you going next?" Old Flute sat down beside him and shouted to Old Zach again, "Have a glass of ale, and keep it on the garrison's account." ”

"Okay." Old Zach expertly picked up the magnum, poured a glass of ale, and pushed it over.

"Furnace Town." Iron Slag said.

"You're going to surrender?" Old Flute asked, having read the newspaper a few days ago and knowing that the Princess of the Templars had threatened the insects of the southern cemetery and demanded the surrender of the Iron Slag with Thunderhammer.

"Go on a date." Iron Slag grinned and said.

"I'm afraid it's ...... for you to go," Lao Di hesitated with a little worry.

"Who am I?" Iron Slag asked suddenly.

"You are an invincible iron eagle, fly away if it's a big deal." The old flute smiled dryly and said.

"Get me a locomotive." "When?" "Now." "Okay."

Half an hour later, Lao Di pushed a silver-white locomotive.

"Miss Six's lightning leopard, we have been maintaining it, and we didn't dare to open it." The old flute stroked the shiny body and said.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded, turned over into the car, unscrewed the power supply, and then stepped on the accelerator, and with a soft "......" sound, the engine was ignited.

"The sound is not bad, you are not lazy." Listening to the smooth sound of the engine, Iron Slag commented.

"Then it goes without saying, Miss Six's car, don't we dare to care?" Lao Di asked with a smile.

"Okay, I'm leaving, take care." Iron Slag said dryly.

"You take care too......" Lao Di took a deep breath and said.

Iron Slag nodded, then twisted the accelerator and rushed onto the street, heading north of Iron Mountain Town.

As he passed Dr. Narcissus' clinic, he stopped, pulled out the Revolver of Merlin, and fired a shot into the air.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat ran out in a panic. However, the moment he saw the troublemaker, the expression on his face froze.

"Iron slag!" After a few seconds of sluggishness, he shouted and walked up quickly.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"Are you alright?" "It's fine." "That's good, that's good......" "How are you?" "Okay...... By the way, you're coming back this time, aren't you leaving? "Just passing by and looking at old friends." "Where else?" "Furnace Town." "Oh......"

"That'...... I'll go first......" After a moment of silence, Iron Slag said.

"Okay." Dr. Narcissus nodded.

The next moment, with the roar of the engine, the silver-white locomotive sped away.

Looking at the distant back, the narcissus doctor waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Iron slag, have a good trip!" ”

The cool breeze of a midsummer night is refreshing. More than ten minutes later, Iron Slag lowered his head, tightened the accelerator, rushed out of the north gate of Tieshan Town, drove through a section of gravel road, and drove onto the road leading to the endless sea of sand. It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and the road surface that has fallen into disrepair is full of potholes in the incandescent lights of the front of the car. I saw him skillfully maneuvering the locomotive, turning left and right, avoiding one obstacle after another.

A few hours later, he came to the end of the road, twisted his car and turned into a side road, heading to the brightly lit Black Fire Bar.

The two strong men guarding the door were dozing off, and immediately came to their senses when they heard the roar of the engine. When they saw the appearance of the person who came, they were immediately frightened and fell to the ground with a "clang" of the Vulcan cannon in their hands.

"Iron ...... Tie Ge ...... You...... What are you doing here. Under his gaze, the strong man squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said in a trembling voice.

"Park my car." Iron Slag rolled over and got out of the car, walked straight through the gate, and walked towards the bar.

Pushing open the old wooden door, a familiar square face came into view.

The moment "Ping Chang ......" saw him, the expression on his face immediately froze, and the dish he was wiping fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

"Brother Tie...... What are you doing here...... Why didn't you say it sooner......" The short and fat Black Fire Bar owner squirmed his lips and swallowed his saliva as he struggled.

"Dingding!" With two crisp sounds, two gold coins landed on the bar and spun rapidly.

"Wine, food, new things." Iron Slag said simply.

"This is coming, this is coming...... "The boss of the black fire quickly picked up the large wine bottle, poured a glass of ale, and pushed it over.

"What do you want to hear?" The Black Fire Boss stared at the gold coins on the bar with bright eyes, rubbed his hands, and asked.

"Whatever." Iron Slag took a sip of ale and said.

"The breeding season for sandworms is approaching again, and at least fifty hunting parties have entered the sand sea on the southern side." Boss Blackfire said.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"The weather has been fine lately, cloudless, and there shouldn't be sandstorms." The Blackfire boss continued.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded again.

"Some people say that they have seen a large number of sand people migrating westward, probably because there is too little rain in the east this year, and the cactus is growing poorly." The Blackfire Boss said as he swept the gold coins into his pocket.

Iron Slag shook his glass, listened nonchalantly, and then asked, "What else?" ”

"There has been a rumor recently, I don't know if it's true or not, but there are many people who spread it......" Seeing that the iron slag was not interested, the bar owner leaned over and whispered mysteriously.

"Huh?" Iron slag seems to be interested.

"Everyone calls her the Phantom of the Sand Sea, but I stated in advance that it may not be true, do you want to hear it?" The bar owner asked. In the face of this big evil star, he must first explain the matter clearly, so as not to be accused by the other party of bragging, and then blackmail him under the pretext. This kind of thing has not been done less before.

"Say it." Iron slag swept over at a glance, and the black fire boss was suddenly startled, only to feel that the temperature around him had dropped by several degrees. He subconsciously shrunk his shoulders and spoke slowly.

Some time ago, several groups of vendors said that while crossing the sand sea, they met a mysterious woman. This woman's appearance is extremely bewitching, and her figure is extremely hot, as if she is a witch from hell or a saint from heaven. All in all, it's not a mortal woman. And many people say that her figure and face seem to be hidden in the fog, hazy, like a mirage.

What everyone sees is fantasy, not reality. Her beauty is more like a biological wave that directly hits the nerves, and anyone can feel the shock of the soul and think that she is the most beautiful scene in the world. Later, more and more people spread the word, and everyone began to call her the Phantom of the Sand Sea.

"Really?" Iron Slag couldn't help but ask.

"I've only heard about it." The Black Fire Boss spread his hands and said.

"Go on." Iron Slag took a sip of ale and demanded.

The Black Fire Boss nodded and continued. Most of the vendors say that every time the Phantom of the Sand Sea appears, she sits on the head of a golden sandworm, and she seems to be able to manipulate the golden sandworm to serve her.

"Golden sandworms?" Iron Slag suddenly frowned and asked. This Phantom of the Sand Sea, could it be that Lena Yocoris is going to the Sand Sea to raise insects?

"Yes, the Golden Sandworm ......," the Blackfire Boss poured himself a glass of wine, moistened his throat, and continued, "The vendors say that it has many compound eyes that resemble the stars in the night sky, and if you guess correctly, it should be the Golden Sandworm, because no other creature in the world has this characteristic. ”

"Hmm......" Iron Slag nodded thoughtfully.

"Don't pay too much attention to it, maybe it's just a deceptive little story, you know, there is never a shortage of such stories in the Sand Sea." Boss Black Fire shrugged his shoulders and said, then asked, "Brother Tie, what do you want to eat tonight?" ”

"Let's have a sand scorpion, I haven't eaten it in a long time." Iron Slag said.

"Okay, please wait a minute...... After saying that, the boss of the black fire turned around and went into the back kitchen to prepare.

A moment later, a steaming plate of roasted sand scorpions was served in front of the iron slag. The sand scorpion was huge, the size of a palm with pincers alone. Tear open the carapace, and the meat inside is like snow, which is both tender and delicious, and has a certain elasticity.

"How? This is the biggest one we've caught in months. Boss Black Fire said with a smile as he wiped his hands with a rag.

"Okay." Iron slag ate the sand scorpion, and answered without raising his head. When has it become his habit to eat a roasted sand scorpion before entering the sand sea.

After eating and drinking, he asked the boss of the black fire for a room.

"Squeak...... Creak...... Squeak......"

Walking up the old wooden ladder and pushing open the door of the wooden and iron sheets, he entered a familiar guest room. Every time he came here, the boss of the Black Fire would prepare this room for him, because this room was the only room in the Black Fire Bar that was equipped with a bathroom and could provide hot water.

Memories always come back to him inadvertently, and in the dark room, he can't help but think of the lingering night. Her longing, her patience, her whispers, her affection, became more and more sweet and touching in the dream, unforgettable.

The beauty of the world always passes inadvertently. When she was there, he never felt how important she was, and at that time she was just a dispensable companion, or a subordinate, or even a trouble to him.

He thought it would be nice if he could have been nice to her in the first place. However, everything is a thing of the past, like footprints in a sea of sand, when the wind blows, there is no trace left.

Perhaps, there are still many good things in the world that are worth cherishing.

It's just that......

If this beauty does not exist in the sun, it will be eclipsed.

He is the proud remnant of the North, the fearless Norseth. Dignity and glory are the necessities of his survival, just as the fish want the sea, the horses want the grassland, and the birds want the sky......