At night, the temperature in the desert can drop to a very low level, as if the heat of the day is nothing more than an illusion of passing away with the wind. And, due to the dim light, the hidden quicksand can become even more deadly. However, this qiē does not seem to be a problem at all for elven nomads, who have been specially adapted to heat and cold due to their long-term living in the desert environment. The elves' unique night vision also allows them to almost completely worry about quicksand or weeds and bushes getting mixed with the horse's legs. In contrast, Muhati was much more wolfless, and on several occasions he almost fell off his horse because he did not notice the obstacle in time.

During the day, the team rests on the shady back of a sand dune or boulder, and at night, with the help of Starlight and Moonlight. Although this method is slower than walking during the day, it consumes much less water because you don't have to travel in the sun.

What's more, night operations can avert the horrors of Atas's sandstorms. The next day, they were confronted with a sandstorm that, according to Fatuma, was on the "great-grandmother" level. At the beginning, I saw the yellow dragon churning in the distance, the sound was like a bull's roar, roaring, like a muffled thunder rolling, the sky, at the beginning there was a shaking yellow line, rolling forward, wider and wider, very spectacular. In an instant, before he could react, the yellow sand swept by. Muhadi and the other riders had to hide behind their recumbent mounts, covering their noses and mouths with turbans, and waiting quietly for the sandstorm to subside.

For three days in a row, the team went out day and night. These elven riders have shown amazing perseverance on long journeys, leaving no one behind and no one complaining. During the trimming, they collected a qiē useful food, the tubers of desert plants, wild gerbils, and even various insects such as sand scorpions were collected by them to eat as food. Muhadi also learned how to catch various animals and how to use a string to collect dew in the desert. Fahd also took the time to teach him how to make a filtered straw from the hollow stem of a desert weed that could be used to drink the groundwater he found by digging into the ground.

However, Muhadi's biggest gain is that he has become familiar with the world a lot in these three days. From the mouths of Fatumah and others, he heard the epics and ballads of this world, especially the elves.

From these fragmented legends and stories, Muhathir finally pieced together the whole picture of the world, and finally understood why the elves here are so different from the elves in the traditional literary images of the earth.

In this world called Attas, the earliest era that can be traced back is the Azure Age. The symbol of that era was the turquoise sea that covered almost the entire world. Blue flames burned in the depths of the blue sun. The little land that is left is wetland, swamp or mountain peaks towering over the surging waves. During these years, a great civilization of halflings flourished under the blue sun, and they were the original masters of this world.

Cities of halflings are scattered all over the endless sea, and their buildings are made of coral, with graceful curves and elegant vaults, which look less like they were built and more like they grew out of the ground. No straight edges, no sharp spires, no stiff corners. There are no streets and alleys in the city, but instead there are rivers, and halflings drive slender boats through the rivers.

At the end of the Blue Age, the halfling civilization tried to increase the capacity of the ocean in order to further improve the world, so that the ocean could support twice as many animals and plants. But this great reality failed, and had the opposite effect, and the ocean began to die. A foul-smelling brown tide spreads across the ocean. No matter what the halflings tried to save the world, they failed. Eventually, the Brown Tide slowly but unstoppably spread, and the boundless ocean, a symbol of the Blue Age, slowly came to an end, and the ocean of Atas died.

Since then, Attath has entered the Age of Rebirth, and the surviving halflings have used their power to manipulate nature to build a structure that can be used to stop the loss of life force. By altering the sun and gathering its energy in the building, the halflings were able to eliminate the brown tide.

But if you change the sun, you change the earth.

The sun, which used to shine with blue brilliance, turned into a yellow ball of light after the brown tide ended. It shines on the planet with a golden glow, dispelling the brown tide. But when the brown tide disappears, the boundless ocean is gone. Instead, dry land - under receding waters, there are no swamps and wetlands.

In this era, new species emerge at incredible degrees, surviving in the shadows cast by the sun-shining towers of the halflings. Some survived, some disappeared forever, but the new land was generous and fertile, and animals and monsters spread out and multiplied in the same way as the brown tide ended. Vast forests cover this land that once belonged to the ocean, and new life is increasingly emerging on the land.

Eventually, the high civilization established by the halflings came to an end, disappearing into the mountains and underground, and soon forgot the technology to manipulate nature to survive. But the last halflings still gave the new world something, one of the greatest gifts: they used their technological powers to mutate themselves into a new race, into elves, humans, demihumans, and other humanoids. These creatures soon dominated the world and continued to exhibit their own civilization.

The elven civilization was the first to rise after the halfling civilization, followed by the civilization of humans, dwarves, and other new races. The remnants of the halflings continued their way to barbarism at this time. Forgetting the splendor and wisdom of their ancestors, they slowly moved away from the towns and villages protected by high walls, and faded from people's sight.

With the decline of the world's original masters, the halfling civilization, and the rise of other nascent race civilizations. The verdant age of Atas has arrived.

During the verdant years, magnificent cities began to be established all over Artas, and soon countless winding, cobblestone roads appeared, connecting cities to cities through the endless jungle.

However, in this era, the true dominant power is the psychic power, a new power that comes from the repeated manipulation of biological genetic factors by halflings in the new age and the solar energy gathered in the Tower of Purity. As a result, almost all living beings in Atas are gifted with psionic abilities to some degree, and during the long years of the Verdant Age, the art of psychic abilities has been developed to an astonishing level.

At this time, Atas looked alive and thriving, and the elves of that time were as delicate, noble and sensitive, obsessed with art and nature, as described in the fantasy literature of the earth. They have built elegant cities in harmony with nature in the forest, beautiful as solidified music.

Until the manifestation of magic shattered this qiē.

Who the original manifestation of magic was, no one knows now. In the various languages of Atas that exist, he is known as the Demon King, the Great Dread, and the Devourer of Worlds. Because even in Attas, the cold barrier of the first rate of thermodynamics remains insurmountable. Energy cannot be generated in a vacuum, and to perform magic, it is necessary to gather energy from the nearby life world. Under the influence of magic, plants wither to black ashes, animals and people become weak and weak, and the land is permanently poisoned and becomes a hairless.

From the beginning, elves, humans, dwarves and other races have banded together with the intention of stifling magic – this cursed power. But not to be outdone, the "Demon King" gathered some of his subordinates and taught them the art of magic. These people are called the fighters of the Demon King, and together with the Demon King, these fighters have started a war against the whole world. Known in history as the Battle of Purification.

It is said that the "Demon King" is a human, and some people say that the purpose of his purification war is to completely eliminate races other than humans and let pure humans rule Atas. Some people say that he has fallen into complete madness, and he simply wants to bring the world together to the end. Either way, however, is meaningless, and it is only known that the art of magic has spread more and more in the war. Powerful spells not only razed the enemy, but also drained the vitality of land after land forever. The sea has dried up, the forests have disappeared, and some ancient races, such as the gnomes, pikelins, and lizardmen, have been wiped out in the purification wars. The old state also collapsed.

But the Demon King did not see the final victory. For unknown reasons, he unexpectedly disappeared, and his army lost its minds. After his death, his fighters began to kill each other and fight for power. They became the world's first witch kings, ruling their own city-states with magic and cruelty. Until it is replaced by something more powerful.

The war is over, but the scars of war will always remain. After the battle of purification, Atas has become a complete desert planet. Only in some oases or on the verdant plains can there be cities and villages. There are places where there is no rain for many years, and even in fertile areas, it does not rain much more than a wet fog. Ancient bridges span dry rivers, and empty stone piers face only the endless sea of sand. The glory of Atas has passed, the ancient civilization has turned into history, and history has transformed into legends. The legend has been distorted and distorted over thousands of years of singing.

The elves also lost their forests, and they were forced to become nomads, or thieves and beggars in the cities, abandoning the dignified traditions of their ancestors and struggling to survive.

Now in Attas, the crimson sun scorches crawling and fluttering life, and sandstorms sweep away the plants of the barren land. Lightning streaked across the cloudless sky, and inexplicable rumbling thunder rolled across the vast Gobi Desert. Even the wind is as dry and hot as a kiln, and it can kill people with thirst.

It was a painful 6, savage nomadic tribes looting lonely caravans on the sandy plains, mysteriously singing gales beckoning people to slowly suffocate in the mud, and numerous slaves fighting for a few pu'erh rotting grains. The witch kings plundered all the cities, and the selfish monarchs squandered their armies to build flashy palaces and mausoleums. People are fighting each other for the sake of the present, and looking to the future has become the most unattainable luxury.

This is a world of fire and sand, and this is a big 6 of blood and dust. This is Attas, my home now. Muhati whispered to himself.

p.s. Setting: Traveling on Atas [[[net.com/cc.{ 0,10}o.{0,10}]]]

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