At this time, the Wind Plains are like a fairyland, and everything seems to know that time is running out here, and they are desperately growing.

There are a lot of exciting changes taking place here, there are already many newborn cubs, and spirit animals and domestic animals will desperately reproduce once they come to suitable habitat land. If you count the horses, their colonies can already use the Thousand Five level.

Most of the people left behind by the Iron Tribe are stubborn. They stubbornly follow the name Mandala Prairie, and that what kind of wind plain has become taboo.

Life is no different for them, and running around because of disasters is not much different from running after water and grass. Besides, they don't have much to pack.

The only difference is that the hearts of the people are scattered, and there will be no more exciting news from the golden tent. What is about to be issued is only when to leave, when to disperse, and the mandate of each other. However, many people are still waiting for this day to come.

When the first family sets out of camp, a second family will follow. They don't feel like they need to wait any longer, and that leaving first means more opportunities. Besides, if you have to graze all the way to June City, the sooner you set off, the more steady.

There will never be a shortage of smart people in this world, and they will always be one step ahead of others. They took some livestock and cubs with them, hoping that God would have mercy and that the family would last a long time.

The four leaders did not object to these people who left, so there would be no one to stop them. So, from watching to acting, in just a few days, one after another, a spontaneous team began to march towards June City. In fact, there is no need for big waves to wash the sand, the crowd will sort out the order by itself.

Outside the Golden Tent is a pasture with good weather and a thriving grass warbler. But inside the golden horde, there is a gloomy and bleak solemnity. In just seven days, thirty percent of the families and three percent of the livestock have been on the road, and those who have stayed behind are also in fear.

Steward Qiu looked at the little depressed Sanxiao, and told a paragraph very calmly, which was not a comfort, but more like telling a truth.

"It's not bad, we've just lost a few of our men, and those people are not under our control in the first place, so it's not a loss. Yes, those spirit beasts that escaped will be the best breeding beasts in the future. But they didn't belong to us before, but now they are property, which is good in itself. Young people can't stand the test of gains and losses. After a few experiences, you will know that this is really nothing. ”

"Yes, even if all this property is blown away by the wind, we are just back to the beginning. Don't forget that a few months ago, we were just outcasts, with nothing to lose and nothing to lose. ”

Dumb's brows furrowed, as if he had made a huge determination, and said the above words.

The haze in my heart for the past few days seemed to be suddenly swept away as a thought became clearer and clearer.

Then he said the following. It is one of the few passages that he will never forget in his life.

"Since everyone is willing to call this mandala grassland, then think about how the mandala people live. ”

"Yes, the wind will come in April. They were like that thousands of years ago, but they will definitely leave too. The people in June City knew that these tornadoes would arrive outside the city in June, so that meant they would only stay in Mandala for two ...... two months. ”

"Brother Zhao, did you think of something?"

"Yes, uncle, say it, say it!"

"Actually, it's very simple, the stone carvings on the side of the Ten Thousand Bones Cave say that the last time people here appeared was more than a thousand years ago. Then in this land where black dragons are raging, they should have lived much longer, and it seems that they have never left. Doesn't that mean they have a way to avoid the storm, and they dodge it every year?"

...............。

"Maybe the canyon is a nice place, but now it's full of water. Besides, we have a lot of livestock to take care of, and that needs a bigger place. This place must exist, and if it is expected, it should be near Dongxiao Ridge. ”

"Uncle, yes, hide in the mountains when the wind comes, wait for the wind disaster to pass, and then come from the mountains... Ahh

"Uncle come out!!, I'll help you say it!"

"Look, even Lao Wu understands it. ”

"The question is, where is this sheltered grassland? Yashi Mountain is not small, Dongxiao Ridge is also very long, and the opposite side of the Tianshan Mountain is even more ....... ”

In fact, having an idea is already half the battle, and the most feared thing is not having an idea.

According to Dumb's thinking, whether this imaginary grassland is in Yashi Mountain or in the opposite side of the Invasion of Heaven Mountain, it must exist. The ancient Mandala people would not hide in June City every time, and then travel 800 miles to return home. Otherwise, he would not have been buried here after his death. No matter how much you revere your ancestors, it is too troublesome to be so willing to seek the near and far.

The trees in the canyon are growing well, at least for more than ten years, what does that mean? Those black tornadoes can't blow into the valley, and the location of the valley mouth is the boundary of the Wind Plain. And the endless darkness is at the other end of this canyon. That is, they have a natural area sheltered from the wind and can avoid both disasters.

There are many gaps in this world, and the question is whether you have the courage to survive there. If you can establish yourself here, and survive, who's to say it's not a good place. Perhaps, this is your kingdom of heaven.

For the sake of the heavenly kingdom in their hearts, in the early morning of the next day, Dumb and they set off. The people who stayed behind were surprised, because instead of heading in the direction of Juneteenth City, they reflexively entered the valley full of dangers.

It's not easy to put an idea into practice. Nine days later, when the search team that had gone to the Invasion Mountains returned, they were not surprised to find it. Except for a few places where people could hide, there was no pasture for the beasts to live in.

There is still little hope, and those who have left are still leaving. Steward Qiu couldn't sit still anymore, and the most common thing he did every day was to act as a lookout. When his old man's figure appeared on the car and looked in the direction of the canyon, it meant that the Iron Tribe began another day of anticipation. This time is so long that everyone is used to disappointment.

When the footsteps of March arrived, the second wave of people and horses were ready to enter the mountains. This is no longer looking for hope, but looking for dumb and their corpses......

As if hallucinating, a group of ragged men appeared at the mouth of the valley, looking dejected and exhausted, not at all like triumphant.

Just as everyone was about to begin their helpless reassurance, one of them spoke.

"Big, really big. ”

"Dorjee, what are you talking about? It's not your aunt's ass, it's very big and has a fart?"

"When I say it's big, I mean that the col is big!"