Magellan was walking on quicksand.

He wakes up early, but goes out late, because the desert morning is not friendly.

As long as it's not a rare sandstorm, the desert usually has a nice view in the morning. The sun gradually emerges from the gray objects near the horizon, looking bright orange-red, and the colors of the sky are rich in gradations, from dark gray to orange yellow to light green to light blue, not gorgeous, but always unconsciously relaxed.

But usually this is accompanied by a cold that makes the nose ache.

The morning in the desert is bitterly cold.

So when Magellan walked out of the cabin, there was only a white sun left in the sky, and there was only a white light blue in the dark clouds.

It's hot and fast.

The sun in the desert is always powerful, and the heat on the quicksand is soon clearly felt, and unfortunately Magellan continues to walk on it.

The clay tablets of the Grand Court had been transported to the ship via a drawbridge, and the Countess was sorting them out, but the crucial cross-translation template had not yet appeared, and she had made no progress in deciphering the ancient Sumerian script.

Magellan didn't know as much about Uruk as the countess, who had spent a lot of time studying literature, but even the countess didn't know where the things they wanted would be.

So he could only use the most stupid way to turn the entire Grand Court upside down in the sand.

The quicksand is still calm, the city looks like an oil painting, and even the sand falling from the stones seems to be still.

Magellan walked through the quicksand, careful not to sink into it.

The Grand Court is a sizable complex of buildings of varying sizes, including many buildings of varying sizes, the tall halls of the law and the minarets, which are not buried in the sand, and the other small buildings that are not so lucky.

Despite the help of the countess's magical items, Magellan's progress was slow, and the process became even slower when he realized that the minaret had a basement.

Generally speaking, such texts involving both languages are intended to enact laws or commemorate important events, so they are inscribed in a conspicuous place such as a stone tablet and placed in a crowded place.

At the same time, the Grand Court, which was responsible for writing it, kept a copy of the text, engraved on a stone tablet and stored in the archives, and it was this copy that Magellan was looking for.

As for the original engraved on the stele, no one knows if it was lucky enough to survive it, and no one knows where it will be.

Magellan patiently cleared the sand, which was actually a very troublesome task, and as he dug down, the difference between quicksand and normal sand became apparent, and almost instantly, the bunker he had dug was refilled.

Therefore, he reluctantly gave up the idea of searching the basement for the time being, and decided to search the entire building with the sand exposed, and then think about how to deal with the quicksand if there is no gain.

It wasn't a difficult thing, so Magellan made a quick progress.

It was the best time of the day, and before the heat hit, Magellan looked at the blue sky, pulled his left foot out of the quicksand, and walked towards the next building.

Then he heard a very strange sound.

The city is not silent, but it feels quiet.

Now, that silence has been shattered.

The sound of the sand flowing suddenly became dense, as if restless restlessness.

Magellan turned, and on the edge of the stone platform beneath his feet, quicksand fell as always, making a small noise as it touched the sand below.

Then, suddenly, 10,000 copies of this small voice burst out at the same time.

For a moment, Magellan thought the quicksand in front of him had grown, but he knew it couldn't be.

Magellan turned around, and then he saw the torrent.

Earthy yellow, a torrent of sand.

Quicksand poured down the slope like a river that suddenly appeared.

Magellan turned and began to run.

His only chance was to climb to the dome of the Codex Hall before the quicksand arrived, where even the minarets were unsafe and no one knew if they would be swept away by the quicksand.

At first, all that fell was a stream of quicksand, like a calm wave crashing onto the beach, and soon it was about to return to calm, but the surging sand and dust behind it soon caught up and engulfed the quicksand, accompanied by flying dust and a huge roar, and poured for thousands of miles.

Magellan jumped onto the stone pillar outside the Codex Hall, and the best option to avoid the impact of quicksand was actually to hide in the hall, but he was worried that he would be blocked by the quicksand, and it would be quite troublesome to get out before he suffocated to death.

The quicksand arrived almost immediately, and the dust rose into the sky, enveloping the entire hall, Magellan quickly took off his shirt to cover his mouth and nose, and then continued to climb upward.

He could barely see now, the sand and dust obscured everything, and Magellan had to close his eyes, but now that he had reached the edge of the dome, he didn't have to worry about falling off while climbing because he couldn't see.

The roar continued, and Magellan struggled up the dome, groping for possible cracks so that he wouldn't fall, a process that became more and more difficult as the dust accumulated.

Fortunately, in the end, he finally climbed to the dome, and the final section of the slope was not so steep, and Magellan considered himself lucky.

The torrent of quicksand continues to flow, and the world seems to be left with only one island.

......

Magellan was awakened by the blinding sunlight.

He carefully shook his body to keep the dust from falling into his clothes.

The quicksand had completely subsided, and the flying sand and dust had fallen, adding an earthy yellow coat to the entire ruin.

"I almost thought you were dead. ”

The countess stood beside him.

"The drawbridge didn't break, did it?"

"Nope. ”

Magellan stood up and looked around.

Perhaps it should be a blessing in disguise, but now the entire Grand Court has revealed its dunes, and the rest of Uruk City is beginning to show its corners.

The quicksand flow seems to have been caused by the fact that the structure that originally maintained the sand dunes was evacuated by the flow of quicksand day and night, and finally could not continue to maintain stability, so the collapse caused by the fact that the slope of the abyss on this side of the abyss became much smoother, and many buildings buried by the sand dunes were able to see the light of day.

"We're so lucky. ”

"No," the countess glanced at Magellan and sighed, "you're in luck. ”

She glanced down at the dusty city, "I almost thought you were dead. ”

"Even if I'm buried underneath by quicksand, there," Magellan said, pointing to the bottom of the abyss, "I'll be able to climb up on my own, don't worry." ”