Then on a clear morning, Magellan looked at the eastern sky and let out a desperate sigh.

"The sandstorm is coming!"

The villagers are plunged into a desperate chaos, and living in the desert are familiar with this natural catastrophe.

Although there is only one black line in the sky, a sandstorm will soon come.

The villagers instinctively wanted to turn away and return to the village for shelter, but they suddenly began to hesitate before doing so.

The countess promised them not only an unrefusable reward, but also a source of water.

Originally, no one believed that there would be water under the desert, but when Magellan dug down, they saw wet sand.

The desire for water is also instinctive.

The villagers are like a herd of herbivores chased by predators, swaying from side to side in two different instincts, tormented.

"Run!"

Magellan's shout finally woke up the hesitant villagers, and when the first man ran towards the village, everyone gave up their hesitation and left.

In this short period of time, the sandstorm is already close at hand.

It was like a moving wall, just towering into the sky, like a charging cavalry, but boundless, and in more people's descriptions, it was the end of the world.

Heaven and earth, separated by the great forces that sustain this world, are reunited with the help of sand and wind, and the new world is filled with only dancing sand and endless howling of the wind.

Magellan hesitated.

He didn't know what to do here, to protect the villagers and the Countess's long hard work, or to return to the Countess's villa to protect his companions, but Sandstorm didn't give him the time he had chosen.

A black wind came in an instant, and the world was left with only darkness.

Magellan strode forward in chaos.

The scourge was no more terrible than the wrath of the gods, he could still discern his direction and still move freely, but Magellan could not do more.

He couldn't stop the sandstorm from burying the ruins excavated by the villagers, nor could he stop the sandstorm from burying the countess's villa.

The sandstorm continues.

Magellan eventually gave up trying to save the ruins, because that would not have been possible.

When the villagers excavated the ruins, they dug a large funnel-shaped pit according to Magellan's design. In order to prevent the sand from slipping, a gently sloping funnel is dug into the dunes above, while in the soil layer below, a shaft is straight up and down, and the excavated soil is piled up on the dunes to prevent the sand from slipping.

When the sandstorm came, the sturdy and efficient design was completely destroyed, and the sand above began to pour into the shaft below, almost instantly, and now the villagers' efforts have been wiped out.

Magellan walked towards the location of the Countess's villa in his memory, a little worried about the entrance that could easily be buried.

......

It turned out that the Countess, who had mastered the essence, was far beyond Magellan's imagination. He didn't do anything in front of the villa, and even almost let the wind and sand enter the villa that was otherwise unharmed.

So when the sandstorm passed, Magellan took on the task of digging the outlet.

The desert after a sandstorm isn't pretty, but it looks chic and pleasing to the eye.

The excavation of the ruins had completely failed, and now there was sand and dust from the ground to the location of the ruins, and even with the help of the countess's powerful magical items, the excavation could not continue.

The villagers seem to have given up, and Magellan is left alone.

He was ready to leave.

As much as she didn't want to give up, if the countess couldn't come up with anything else, it would be a waste of time to stay here.

And the countess really can't take out such a powerful magic item.

"It's just a waste of time to stay here," the countess had already packed up the "essentials of a noble lady's travel" she had brought with her, and was ready to leave, "I don't know more than this one. ”

But before leaving, the countess had one last thing to hand over to Magellan.

"Money and wells. ”

So Magellan took a lot of money and prepared to dig a well.

In fact, in the desert, where there is an underground water source, there is not necessarily an oasis, where there is an oasis, there must be an underground water source, and there is a suitable place near the village where the villagers who helped to dig are located, and for Magellan, digging a well is a matter of effort and time.

But when he walked into the village, an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time was waiting for him.

That's the same business that drove out outsiders last time.

"It's they who dug up the Devil's City and released the Scourge!"

Magellan understood the merchant's strategy almost instantly, and then he knew that the villagers would not believe anything he said.

So Magellan smiled and put down the bag containing the gold coins, opened the pocket, and let the gold coins scatter like running water, and then turned away without saying anything.

......

The countess's new toy is a sand boat.

It was a huge sailless ship capable of navigating the desert, and after leaving the oasis, they headed straight for the next possible ruin.

The failure did not take Magellan and the countess to heart, and in many cases, they were actually exactly the same two people, for example, they never thought that the archaeology would fail.

Dantès quietly spent her first biological expedition in the desert, leaving with a dozen potted plants onto the sand boat, and what she now most often does is study new samples on deck.

"According to Darwin's theory, these plants are suitable for the natural environment in the desert to survive, but according to the theory of use and waste and retreat?"

"The desert environment pushes the plants here to make them the ...... they are"

"If these plants weren't like that, they wouldn't have a chance to be pushed in the desert. ”

Dantès sighed.

She knew that Magellan was a friend of Darwin's, and even knew that it was he who helped Darwin withstand the most dangerous wave of attacks.

But Dantès believed Magellan was just trying to help her with the expedition.

"Have you left the Holy See?"

"I will never leave. ”

Magellan sighed silently as he looked at the endless desert and the air steaming in the scorching heat.

"But I think science has abandoned us all. ”

Dantès turned, his eyes filled with endless despair.

"The Holy See rebuilt the crusade in the malice of the king of the world, gained a new land for science, but in the end, when the Pope prayed to our Lord, he received no answer. ”

A tear ran from the corner of Dantes' eye, leaving a trail on his childish face.

"All of us, all of our prayers went unanswered. ”