The night passed quickly, and at four o'clock in the morning of January 16, the caravan began to busy, with their bags on their backs, their necessities, and water, ready to set out on time according to the time given to them by the men in black.

A few of the older elves, although a little scared, got together to discuss it. I walked to the front of the tent and knocked on the pillars of the tent.

He said, "My lord, we are almost ready, and we will leave on time according to the time you said." Is there anything else you would like to take care of?"

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound in the tent. One of the older elves was a little uneasy, so he reached for the curtain to see if the man in black was up?

As soon as his hand touched the curtain of the tent, sparks flashed between his fingers, and the elf who stretched out his hand let out a cry of pain and quickly retracted his hand.

However, it was still too late, and the skin on the tips of the fingers had been blackened by electricity, and a section of the finger was instantly scrapped.

Seeing his companion squatting on the ground in pain, no one dared to touch the curtain of the big tent anymore.

Several people hurriedly retreated to a safe place, trembling and not knowing what to do.

In a few moments, the other men, women, and children of the caravan gathered, all of them with gloomy faces and sighs.

After discussing and discussing, they finally decided to set off to give it a try, and now in this situation, there is no way to find a new livelihood all at once.

However, when they rashly entered the desert, everyone was still suspicious. After the last hour, everyone gathered in front of the starting point pointed out to them by the men in black last night, praying for the best in the future!

The remaining flying elves in the caravan flew into the sky one after another, and they had also followed Isitab in the desert for many years.

Therefore, I thought that I still had some ability to discern directions, and decided to take on the role of air guide.

After comforting each other, they checked whether the water they had brought was sufficient, and then began to move towards the heart of the desert.

Five o'clock in the morning is not the best time to set off, as the temperature in the desert is already very high.

Soon it will break through the boundaries that the human body cannot bear.

But after walking for a while, the caravan found that it was not as hot as usual, but as if something surrounded them and kept them out of heat.

Is it really the blessing of the goddess? Everyone's mood began to leap and their confidence increased.

The elder elves in the lead shouted loudly to the people behind them: "The man in black did not lie to us, taking advantage of the protection of the gods now, we hurried to the road, and tried to cross the desert to reach the royal capital before lunch." ”

All the elves who heard the shout responded one after another, using their fastest speed to move in the direction of the royal capital they had confirmed.

Even the speed of ordinary elves is not comparable to that of humans, and if these elves rush forward with all their might, even the galloping war horses will be left far behind.

In particular, the speed of the flying elves is faster than that of normal elves. Of course, compared with the wing spirit, it is still far behind.

And because they have to travel in the desert all year round, their bags are very light. In addition to the water on their backs, each person only has a small light backpack.

Don't underestimate this lightweight backpack, it is very elastic, and if you use it to load goods, you can hold a lot in one breath. Most of the Elves of the Merchant use this type of backpack.

They don't need much food, because if they can avoid the whirlpools and sandstorms in the desert and walk through the desert without stopping, ordinary elves will only need half a day, and the time for demonic beasts will be correspondingly longer. Because these guys are relatively bulky, their natural speed is not as fast as that of elves.

However, Warcraft is more tolerant and can withstand the pain of heat or cold better than Elves.

Although the Great Desert of Chiabis covers a very large area, it is in the shape of a disc, so if you cross it in a straight line, the road is not too far.

But you have to avoid all the pitfalls, and the cannibalistic temperatures of the desert.

Now the people of the caravan, protected by a protective shield, were completely isolated from the scorching temperatures of the desert around their bodies. They all found the trip very comfortable, so it was very easy to walk.

But before you know it, the comfortable shield has taken everyone away from the right direction, and by the time the flying elves in the sky find out, it's too late.

These people have been lost in the dangerous whirlpool of sandstorms in the Great Desert, and they can no longer find the correct direction to the royal capital.

And what's even more terrifying is that just when they are in a panic. Suddenly, all protection was gone, and the scorching temperature of the desert hit the caravan hard.

All of these elves' abilities are only between the first and second ranks. The defensive spirit mana they formed themselves could not resist the damage caused by the Great Desert at all.

Soon, the low-powered elves fell to the ground. Either swept away by a sandstorm or buried by a whirlpool.

The flying elves in the air desperately searched for a way out, and they fought hard to advance against the storm in the desert, but this weak force could not match the power of the Land of Death.

The sky of the great desert is so white that it is impossible to distinguish even the southeast and northwest.

One by one, innocent people fell and disappeared, and before noon, all the people of the caravan disappeared into the desert of death, and not a single one survived.

At this time, above the palace of the royal capital, Night Feather was leisurely talking with the general of the Phantom Legion, Night Feather Void Wind, when a soldier of the Phantom Legion came to report.

When he knelt down, he said only one word and immediately withdrew.

"Lord Yu, General Xufeng, the mission has been completed, and all of our people have withdrawn safely. ”

After receiving this message and telling the soldiers to retreat, Night Feather lowered her eyes and said to Xufeng, "Am I becoming more and more cruel? ”

Xufeng didn't answer immediately, but shook his head and took a step closer to Prince Yu, who rarely showed such a look, and said, "It's not that you have become cruel, it's that the Cloud Dragon King needs your cruelty now, and you will do whatever it takes for him, right?"

Looking up at Void Wind's tall figure as tall as Night Feather Black Jade, Night Feather Taki continued to ask, "Don't you resent me about Black Jade? I let him enter the Trick Shura. ”

"No, it's my brother's own fault, he shouldn't have disobeyed your and the orders of the Cloud Dragon King, and I will always be loyal to you and the Cloud Dragon King. ”

Hearing this, a reassuring smile appeared on Ye Yulong's face. He waved his hand and said, "All right, go down and rest! ”

"Yes," after the void wind saluted, he turned around and strode away from the Black Feather King, leaving Ye Feather Tari alone still sitting on the throne thinking about his thoughts.