Link walked away from Niata's tent with heavy steps, and as time went on, the sun in the desert gradually rose, staining the oasis golden against the background of the layers of sand dunes, the temperature in the oasis began to rise, the rolling heat wave began to hit, the dry gale blew away the sand dunes in the distance, and the scattered sand and gravel formed new dunes not far away. Even though he was wearing a voluminous robe to cover his skin, Link could still feel the strange touch of the sun on his skin.

Despite the heat, Link felt a chill, looking at the surrounding or training warriors, the busy serpents, listening to the leisurely cries of the camels under the service of the herdsmen, although the surroundings were noisy, Link felt very lonely. The series of blows from unexplained travel, the separation from his parents and friends, and the fact that he is now facing the great crisis of becoming a herdsman make Link's mood even more depressed. It's a pity that I couldn't say goodbye to my parents in the end, and my parents will be sad, right?

Link stopped and looked at the golden sand dunes that rose and fell in the distance under the gale, and the warriors and shepherds around him looked sarcastic or sympathetic when they saw the stunned Link, and Link remained unmoved.

It's already crossed, it's pointless to think about this, you have to live well, in the world of Faerun, even death is not the end, in this world with many gods, the gods who don't have faith now, if you die, you will probably be caught on the wall of the unbelievers and slowly wait for the soul to dissipate, right?

Link stabilized his mood, returned to his tent, took out his scimitar, and walked over to the soldiers who were training.

The formal warriors in leather armor are catching each other and practicing against each other, and several older fighters are guiding the training of reserve fighters who have not yet passed the warrior trial, and the formal warriors are extremely fierce even in training, and the scimitars intersect and even spark out, and from time to time there is a muffled sound of fists and feet to the flesh and the muffled hum of the person who was hit, and the reserve warriors on the side are much simpler, just exercising the scimitar moves and bow and arrow skills under the guidance of the old soldiers. Link walked here, and the people who were exercising turned their eyes sideways, and some even stopped what they were doing to stare at Link.

A fierce one-eyed veteran warrior with gray hair walked out: "Link, you don't have a chance to test as a warrior anymore, what are you doing here?"

This strong old warrior has gray hair, which means that this warrior is not young, and engaging in such a high-risk profession as a warrior and still alive at this age is already very revealing. The warrior's skin was sunburned red, the peeling skin revealed a milky white inner layer, a dark patch on his left eye, and his right eye was as blue as a lake in an oasis.

Link looked at this tough one-eyed old warrior, took a deep breath and said, "I know, I just want to train with everyone, even if you are a herdsman, don't you have a day to fight for the tribe?"

The one-eyed old warrior was stunned when he heard this, and grinned. "My one-eyed old Joe has been training cubs in the tribe for so many years, and there are many who have not passed the trial, but they are either sloppy or self-defeating, and there are also An'an who rely on their own adults to raise them and wait for their own adults to be gone or drive themselves out to be a herdsman, but it is the first time I have seen someone like you who still has to participate in training,"

Saying that, he patted Link on the shoulder vigorously, Link stumbled and almost fell, and before Link answered, the one-eyed old Qiao continued: "But there is no point in practicing scimitar or riding and archery now, the shepherd slaves can't use these weapons, the shepherds use wooden sticks and short spears, you still practice your strength, and use them in the future." ”

Link's heart sank when he heard this, if he had a choice, of course Link hoped to learn some life-saving combat skills, but as the one-eyed old Joe said, learning combat skills is obviously out of place for Link now, as a quasi-herdsman, it is not as useful as practicing some strength, although Link has a vague idea of escaping from the desert in his heart, but there is no doubt that this needs to be considered in the long run, and he cannot show his feet, for the tribe, every shepherd is precious, and the tribe will not allow the herdsman to escape.

After a moment's thought, Link put down his scimitar, picked up the sand date stake on the ground under the guidance of the one-eyed old Joe, lifted the stake above his head, and tied up the horse's steps.

The one-eyed old joe taught the other reserve fighters sword moves, and at the same time accosted Link: "Don't look at this action is simple, but the muscles of the whole body are exercising, the waist should be straight, raise your head and concentrate on looking ahead, the body swings up and down slightly, inhale through your nose and exhale with your mouth when you breathe, you just didn't learn these basic things well before, blindly learn those gorgeous knife moves, what's the use of not having a good foundation and good moves?"

Link listened to the one-eyed old Joe's teaching, but he didn't care about answering, the sun gradually rose, above the desert is the blue sky, only a few faint wisps of white clouds, can not block the direct sunlight at all, the heat of the sun shines into the sand dunes around the oasis, the temperature of the golden sand and gravel can reach more than 60 degrees Celsius on the earth, the sand itself absorbs heat and then slowly releases heat, the whole desert is like a big steamer, the flat terrain makes the rising heat hit the oasis without hindrance, even if you stand still, people will sweat profusely, Link just posed, he felt sweating profusely。

Link gritted his teeth and insisted, feeling the sweat penetrating the robe on his body, sticking to the skin, feeling very uncomfortable, the heavy wooden stake was raised above his head, and after a while, his arms and calves began to tremble involuntarily, and the usually pampered Link was about to give up immediately, but when he saw the ridicule in the one-eyed old Joe's one-eyed eyes, he remembered his current situation, gritted his teeth and persevered, until the one-eyed old Joe said that he could put down the stake, and the Link who put down the stake was dark, and almost fell, his limbs were still trembling involuntarily, and his mouth was dry, but he found that he didn't have a water bladder, and the one-eyed old Joe pursed his lips, handed his water bladder over, and looked at Link who was gulping water, the one-eyed old Joe thoughtfully.

The one-eyed old Joe has served the tribe as a warrior for more than thirty years, in these long years, he has been ecstatic to become a warrior, he has shed tears for his comrades who died in battle, he has also been secretly sad because his son failed to pass the warrior trial, he has heard the desperate roar of the enemy before he died, and he has also heard the excited war cry of his own people returning victorious, and finally, looking at the ever-changing sand dunes in the desert and the thousand-year-old poplar standing in the wind, he understands something, nothing will not dissipate, joy or sadness, warriors, tribes, all like this, just do what you should do, there is no need to be persistent, after driving his son who failed the warrior's trial out of his house to become a shepherd slave, instead of keeping his failed son at home until his own death, as many warriors do. The one-eyed old Joe's heart was steady, and nothing could shake him, but today, the chief's son made a wave in his heart.

This kid named Link was a shit, and the Chief's son couldn't change that, judging from the fact that he hadn't passed the Warrior Trial three times when the Chief had released water, and that he had just become a bear after a simple strength training, he was undoubtedly a waste. But he dared to face the reality, and in the face of the ridicule of the clansmen, he also knew that he came to exercise to improve his chances of survival, unlike those warrior sons who did not pass the trial, or hid drunk and dreamed of death all day long, or desperately tried to hide food and belongings privately, the one-eyed old Qiao thought of his son, and when he drove him out, he still knelt on the ground and begged himself, such a thing could not withstand the psychological transformation from a warrior's son to a herdsman, and the person who could not face his heart could not control his body, and for the herdsman, this undoubtedly meant death。 Sure enough, within a few months, his son died. The one-eyed old Joe looked at Link who was doing the next move, this Link had some hope of survival, and his father loved him very much.

After thinking about it, the one-eyed old Joe said solemnly to the sweaty Link: "At any time, people should not give up hope. ”