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A few days after Tianchang and Chinu arrived at the Grand Canyon, on the other side of the world, a warm monsoon wind blew through an endless sea of sand, bringing the warmth of early spring to a dilapidated but populous town.

The snow on the side of the street is slowly melting, and the rusted eaves are dripping with water. The snow flowed everywhere, mixed with oil and dirt, and gathered into a small stream that flowed into the wasteland outside the town. In the wasteland, young blades of grass emerged from the soil, dotting the gray and white earth. Even though it's a little sparse, it's still vibrant and green.

At this moment, the warm sun is shining on the street, and the residents of Tieshan Town gather on the side of the street in twos and threes, basking in the sun while pulling their parents to the house, so it is not lively.

A tall, thin man in a white canvas suit stained with black stains and a chef-like appearance stepped out of a small alley. Humming a little tune, he walked leisurely towards the crowd on the side of the street. He is the owner of the town's western restaurant "Far Mountain Traveler", named "Yang Che", and is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today. He had a slender white face, slightly smaller eyes, and because of his personality, his expression was somewhat wooden, and he looked very much like a horse's face. Therefore, familiar guests like to call him "Prince Charming".

"Old Zack, morning." Yang Che greeted an old man who looked very honest.

"Morning, young man." Old Zach nodded in response. The owner of his town's bar, "Wilderness Traveler", has a very strong wife.

"Ah......" Yang Che stretched his waist, yawned, and then said, "When the snow is almost melted, it's time to go to Shacheng to buy goods." ”

"yes." Old Zach sighed. In the Northern Wilderness Continent, the places south of the Endless Sand Sea are all wastelands where crops cannot be grown. All the grain was produced in the northern plains, from the plantations in the Lombal family's domain, or from the docks along the southern coast, from the central and western continents.

The vendors in Iron Mountain Town can buy goods from Sand City in the north and Nancheng in the south. However, since Nancheng is in the diocese of the temple, and there are many insects among the vendors, they prefer to buy goods from the relatively neutral Sand City. It's just that, although from the map, the distance of Shacheng is closer to Tieshan Town than that of Nancheng, in fact, the time to go around Shahai will be longer, and the road is damaged, and it takes about a month and a half to go back and forth.

Generally speaking, the vendors in Iron Mountain buy twice a year, once in early spring and once in late autumn. Usually seven or eight small bosses are grouped together to hire a convoy and a convoy of escorts.

Iron Slag used to be in the town, and it was a relatively popular candidate for the captain of the escort team. He is low-key, quiet, alert, and quite reliable, but the hire fee is higher, equivalent to five or six ordinary guards. But despite this, there are still many people who are willing to invite him. After all, when you go out, safety comes first, and having a reliable escort captain can ensure the stability of your business.

"Look, are you still partnering together this year?" Yang Che asked tentatively.

"Okay." Old Zach said dryly. Last year, the two partnered to buy goods, and the cooperation was quite pleasant.

"......Boom," the two were talking, and a loud roar came from the north. They involuntarily craned their necks and looked into the street.

It didn't take long for heavy trucks to come into view. They are uniformly covered with khaki canvas and painted with a white logo. The logo is very simple, just a circle, with the word "Cang" in the middle.

"It's early in the morning, and I don't let people live." "The snow hasn't melted yet, so why did you start transporting things?" "Which team, it's really brainstorming." The convoy was moving at a low speed, and the scorching exhaust fumes rushed to the sides of the street, causing the townspeople standing next to the sun to complain.

However, their voices are very quiet, because these heavy trucks are the Great Wall Company's "wild iron bulls", commonly known as "big rear sixteen wheels", which are more than twice the size of ordinary rear eight wheels. And it looks new, it should be a fleet of wealthy people. However, there are no big families in the town, and even the richest ones cannot afford to hire such a caravan.

After a few minutes, the convoy was moving slower and slower until it came to a stop on the side of the road. Jumping out of the car jumped down a tall man, they were all wearing khaki military coats, their waists were very straight, and their movements were very capable, and they knew at a glance that they were well-trained soldiers. When they got out of the car, they all stood beside the car, silently looking around.

"Who are these people?" "Seriously, I can't see it." "Nothing is going to happen, is it?" "Ouch......" the people whispered.

"Could it be ......" the speaker looked at the thirteenth silver city in the sky in the distance, "the garrison over there?" ”

"Quite possibly." The other replied in a whisper.

However, what they didn't know was that this group of men was the Cangwolf Legion who had finished picking up their equipment from the end of the world, stopped at Luoyan Town, traveled thousands of kilometers day and night, and returned.

Looking at the desolate homeland, the guardians came from sorrow, and before they knew it, they were already in tears.

The flowery neighborhoods, spacious and clean roads, and quaint buildings in my memory have become dirty and messy slums in front of me. The low-rise houses are crooked, and the walls of the wooden planks and iron sheets are full of holes and rust. The once beautiful homeland is now decaying like this, teaching them how not to be sad.

When the surrounding townspeople saw the tears on their faces, they were all surprised. Because no one doubts that this group of men cast in copper and iron is not brave enough or strong enough. All of them exude a powerful aura that is awe-inspiring. But at this moment, I was in tears, why is this?

After a long period of silence, the guardians suddenly clenched their fists and raised their heads to the sky and roared.

"We're back!"

The neat roar, majestic and magnificent, soared into the sky, resounded through the earth, shook the icicles on the eaves, and slipped down one after another.

Suddenly, the townspeople froze, as if a string in their hearts had been touched. Although they didn't know why, they could feel the blood boiling and burning. This long-lost feeling seems to come from the deepest part of the soul, hidden in the distant bloodline.

"We're back!"

The Guardians roared with all their might, and the low, deep sound echoed through the tangled and dilapidated alleys for a long time, far away......

(Volume XVII, end)

ps：

Friends, there is good news, and at the same time, there is not so good news.

A few weeks ago, the editor informed me that the totem was ready for a physical book. For every author, turning words into lead words is the ultimate dream. Of course, it's better to turn into film and television......

So now, I have to take some time to revise the previous chapters, after all, in the early stage of writing, the pen is limited, and there are some things that are not smooth, and I need to polish them. In addition, I am going to have a dental implant next week, so I ask you for a leave of absence, and I will save some manuscripts by the way.

Thank you for your continued support, thank you.

The next volume, Dimensional Wars