On the wilderness, a group of haggard people leaned over the barren land.

The dragon bone looked at the team with less than a third of the people left, and let out a long sigh again. Soon after coming out of the Serpentine Mountain, most of the fanatics dispersed. Although everyone was lucky enough to escape from the terrifyingly powerful monsters, the industry that had been built for many years was in vain, and many people's confidence had been shattered, and they were unable to support them in building another ark.

As a result of their inaction during their imprisonment, the prestige of the Prophet's keel declined dramatically, and no amount of slogans could revive their faith in the gods. The remainder, with a curse on those people, continue to follow in the footsteps of the prophets, believing that everyone else has been abandoned by God and that they will get through it wisely and steadfastly.

But in order to survive, even the keel himself had to remove the large rudder behind it, which symbolized the chosen one, and used it for the first two days to light a fire, hoping to spend the long night safely in the wilderness. They brought with them very little food, weapons that were not enough to see, and it was still unknown whether they would be able to make it to the next village.

The dragon bone himself also knew that the main reason for gathering so many people was to rely on the melting pot in the snake pan mountain, and many believers believed in the promises made by the dragon bone because of it. Now that he is empty-handed, what can he do to convince him that they can build an ark?

But he still has to say to everyone that everything is the will of the gods, and this is not exile, not their end. The gods must have been reminding them in this way that the Snake Mountain was not a suitable stronghold, that the weirdos would end up with doom, and that the chosen ones should go to a better place.

On the way, they encounter a caravan and unexpectedly receive help from it. At that time, the keel was also forced by other people's pressure, and only came forward to negotiate under the strong recommendation of everyone, in fact, he himself knew that this kind of traveling caravan usually only had interests in his eyes. It is impossible to help for free, and they have absolutely nothing to exchange. In desperation, he found one of the young businesswomen who seemed to be quite kind, and preached to her the doomsday prophecy and the chosen one, but he did not expect to impress the other party.

Maybe there is really divine help in the dark, and the businessmen are complaining to the gods because of some accidents, hating them for not distinguishing between good and evil, and always making people who do good things suffer, among which this businesswoman is the most emotional. Upon hearing the doctrine of the Dragonbone's novelty, she immediately showed great interest. It just so happened that she was the favorite daughter of the caravan leader, and at the slightest request she let the fanatics join the caravan, and said that they would join them on a pilgrimage.

This caused the fanatics to rejoice and praise the great gods in unison. The keel also rekindled hope, the gods had guided him to the furnace, and now in the midst of the difficult situation, they had arranged for them to meet someone who was destined to be, and he was indeed not abandoned.

But that was the end of the good fortune, after this unexpected adventure. They were frustrated.

Because of the obvious food problem, disputes arose within the caravan, and the opposition forced most of the fanatics to leave the caravan and go to nearby villages, leaving only the Prophet and a few men to lead the way. Naturally, the fanatics were reluctant. There were also disagreements on the selection of personnel, which ended up making both sides very unhappy, and each of them scattered some of their personnel. As a result, there were not enough combatants in the event of a robbery, and all the supplies carried by the caravans were looted. The leader of the businessman ignored his daughter's persuasion. Adamantly believing that it was the dragon bones, they brought bad luck and expelled them in anger.

After a series of events, the remnants of the cultists have not only lost their resources. And most of them were injured. The only hope that can sustain them is that the holy place that the dragon bone assures everyone is close at hand. The caravan took them all the way to the vicinity of the Quicksand River, where the keel told them that they would reach the god's abode if they crossed the river and walked a short distance further.

Although he didn't want to turn to the gods again after receiving the oracle, which was contrary to the gods' expectations of him and a sign of cowardice, if all the encounters during this time were tests for them, the chosen ones, it was a bit too harsh and beyond their limits. Dragonbone believed that his god was a benevolent god, and when he turned to him for help, he should be willing to guide them out of their confusion.

"But Prophet, how can we get along with such a river of molten steel?" Faced with a river of quicksand that was miles wide, the believers asked in despair.

The keel standing on a high place looked at the hot wind for a while, and stretched out the iron hook to point somewhere: "Go over there." If I'm not mistaken, there was an arched stone bridge from there, and that's where I came in the first place. ”

They fought their spirits, breathing in air that almost burned their trachea, and walked for several kilometers, and sure enough, they saw the stone bridge. It seems to have been part of a mountain peak that collapsed across the quicksand river, and happened to come across a narrow and deep riverbed, which was well preserved above the lava.

As the distance approached, the fanatics began to hear the commotion. There were shouts and louder and louder roars from the direction of the stone bridge, and the keel couldn't help but feel strange, judging from the scale of the sound, it seemed that there were quite a few people, who should be crossing the river, but why were there so many people? Getting closer, he began to see that it was a convoy, and more than a dozen modified vehicles of different shapes were carefully driving up the slope under the command of the group, and drove towards this side through the stone bridge one after another.

The fanatics wanted to hide first and wait for the other party to use up the stone bridge before going over, after all, when two teams of strangers met, it was rare for them to have the same friendly exchange with the caravan before, not to mention that the battle of the convoy was so big that they could never afford to provoke it. However, the scouts had already spotted their whereabouts, and several motorcycles quickly sped over, surrounding them and forcing them towards the convoy.

That was the end, thought to the Dragon, looking at the men's equipment, better than any bandit he had ever encountered, and the uniform dress and well-trained style reminded him of a certain legendary group, the Rangers. They are a group of elite mercenaries active in the wasteland, and some have a fixed and powerful backstage, and they have a large number of weapons that have been passed down from the past. Unlike bandits, rangers generally only act to complete their missions, and if they are caught, it is most likely that they have offended something, for example, the convoy in front of them is likely to be undesirable to the idle people, and their own group is more than lucky.

The dragon nervously obeyed the orders of the riders, and knelt down with his head in his hands, still with a trace of luck in his heart, at least these people were not gang hooligans, and maybe they could communicate peacefully. A man in big leather boots paced between them, asked a few people briefly, and then came to the keel, raised his head with the muzzle of his gun, and asked: "They say you are the leader?" ”

"Yes......"

"What are you doing here?"

"We want to cross the river."

"And then?"

The dragon bone hesitated for a moment, after experiencing the blow of Xuanzang and them, on such an occasion, he no longer dared to talk about his beliefs casually, and knew that he should act at the opportunity, so he lied: "Our village has been robbed, and there is no way to survive here, so I want to try my luck on the other side." ”

The man looked at him, didn't ask any more, but changed his words and said, "You are from this shore, then let me ask you, do you know how to go to Shepan Mountain?" (To be continued.) )