The Dust of History Chapter 6 Road Prologue Dream Madness (1)

Dream Crazy (1)

A few hundred miles further southwest of the Calondo Basin, the westernmost part of the Ironfast Empire, is a vast expanse of desert. This is the largest desert on the continent, and it is also the most special desert. Wyvern Desert.

No one knows why this desert, which is supposed to have no dragons, is called this name, and it seems that it is not known when the name has been handed down to this day. This desert is located at the southernmost point of the center of the continent, opposite the northernmost Sandface Mountains, with wild highlands and large primeval forests, cliffs, and crustal faults in the middle, dividing the continent into east and west.

The Flying Dragon Desert is thousands of miles in circumference, and except for a few strange animals and plants at the edge of the desert, thousands of miles here are a deserted and dead land.

But even the most remote places will be set foot in. Just as the Sandface Mountains have been visited by adventurers over the years, the Wyvern Desert occasionally welcomes guests. However, there are fewer and rarer uninvited visitors here than those in the Sandface Mountains, because there are no countless magical gems here, and although there are rumors of some relics and treasures somewhere in the desert, very few people would dare to enter this place of death for these ethereal legends. Only when the Wild Highlands were still teeming with dangerous orcs did occasional caravans venture through the edge of the desert to trade between east and west. After the clearing of the wild highlands in Einfast until the establishment of Oufu in recent years, the trade routes between the eastern and western continents have been completely opened, and since then almost no one wants to come near here. So it seems that only a madman would visit this dead place.

Chema now had some suspicions that the young knight was a madman. It's been more than ten days. They had traveled hundreds of miles towards the Wyvern Desert.

But this year, the light knight really can't see anything abnormal except for this, if you have to say something, it's that he's really a little powerful, and it's too outstanding. At the edge of the desert, they had been lucky enough to encounter a mutant giant scorpion that was rare here, but the knight had slashed the horse-sized monster in two with a single sword. That scene completely dispelled some of the thoughts in Chama's mind, and he could see that this hand was impossible for even the bravest Golden Horde Knife Hand in the clan to play. Having fought on the battlefield for half his life, perhaps only the monster-like Templar had such swordsmanship.

And after entering the desert, every morning the knight would spread out two sheepskins with his hands. Soon there will be a stall of water in the sheepskin. It was a meagre collection of water in the air by using water magic, which had previously been used by the tribe's land mages to obtain fresh water. Although this is only a very basic magic, it is indeed too amazing for a knight who is so outstanding in swordsmanship and combat power. If he hadn't known enough about the people of the church, he would have almost thought it was another Templar.

In addition to this, this young knight has a good mind and learning ability. It has only been ten days since he entered the desert, and he is almost the same as Chama, a veteran who has been rolling in the desert for half his life.

The most critical thing is. When he saw that hand, Chama began to carefully touch the young man, but the more he touched it, the more surprised he became, and he could clearly tell that this young knight was not a young man who had just come out to mingle. Although he doesn't talk much, he has a charming smile on the corner of his mouth at any time, and he looks young, handsome and kind, and it is easy to make people feel good, but out of the intuition of a warrior who has fought on the battlefield for half his life and killed hundreds of people, after seeing his occasional two shots, Chama knew that this person's strength was not martial arts, but mentality. That is the most sophisticated and spicy state of mind after God has gone through countless tribulations and trials, and the murderous spirit and murderous spirit are integrated with the spirit, will, and scheming. Have no bottom.

Such a person really cannot classify him as a madman. But if he's not crazy. Then you can only go crazy yourself.

Chama has been smiling bitterly alone for a lot of the past two days. He actually walked into such a deep place as the Flying Dragon Desert with this person, and he felt that he was a little crazy.

Half a month ago, in the mercenary tavern, I occasionally saw this young and rich guy paying a lot of money to recruit a retinue who was familiar with the desert to go to the Wyvern Desert, and Chama, who was thinking about the way to make money, immediately thought of a way to make a fortune that was easy and obvious. The name of the Wyvern Desert was enough to discourage the other adventurers, and he stepped forward to take the commission alone. But not long after entering the desert, almost just as he was about to carry out his plan, the other party's skill immediately made him swallow his plan into his stomach. It can cut a mutated giant scorpion in two with a single sword, and of course, it can also make the head of any person with bad intentions different.

Even if you honestly help this knight complete this commission, the reward is very rich...... Sometimes I sigh when I think of my last plan. The captain who led the tribal warriors against the Church's army. The Warrior who had cut off the heads of dozens of Crusader warriors had been reduced to running errands for a few gold coins after their tribe had been wiped out by the Templar army......

But the more he got to the back, the less time he thought about it. Not because he figured it out, but because he didn't have time to think about it, and now the thing he thinks about the most every day is how to keep talking.

"Mr. Knight, do you want to continue today, we have already used up a lot of food and water. If you push forward like this. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out. And also...... Wouldn't that be too close to that place......" Chema couldn't help but feel a little unnatural in her voice as she said 'that place'. No one wants to call that place by its name, and it makes me uncomfortable even thinking about it.

"It's okay, let's go a little further. Don't worry, just move forward a little more. The young man smiled charmingly. Although it is impossible for anyone to be clean and refreshed after more than ten days of desert travel, this smile does give people a very soft and refreshing taste.

Charma sighed, didn't say anything more, and took the camel and set off. Conversations like this would happen in the morning or evening of the past few days, but the result would be the same, and the two of them moved on.

At noon, the sun above threw light and heat onto the ground like madness, eager to puncture and burn everything in the desert. The desert absorbs enough of the sun's power, and the air is frighteningly hot and dry. Even Chama, who was accustomed to walking in other deserts, felt a little unbearable now, as if she was trekking on a red-hot iron plate.

Chema exhaled slowly, and even in this breath he could feel the precious water leaving him. The air here is dry as if it were not air, but clumps of hot sand, rubbing and burning the throat and bringing out a lot of moisture. Both of them had to wrap their bodies in thick clothing, and if their bodies were exposed to the desert air and sunlight, the rate of water loss could make a man die of thirst for half a day without drinking water.

Is this place really still a desert? Growing up in the desert, Chama has been asking herself this question all these days. There are no oases here, there are no living creatures, it is so hot that you can roast acquaintances during the day, you can freeze people to death at night, there are quicksand everywhere, if it weren't for the fact that you have already touched those deadly traps in the desert of your hometown, it is impossible to go to such a deep place. And that's it, every distance traveled requires a huge amount of physical and mental energy.

The most expensive thing is that he doesn't know where the purpose is now, and how far away.

The young employer only said that he was looking for a place in the desert, but he did not say where. This is probably the young man who relied on his skills to find the void treasure in the desert...... It seems that only when he has almost consumed the food and water will he die of this heart. But fortunately, there is really not much water and food, maybe he will plan to go back in just two or three days......

The camel finally climbed the highest dune, the first dune it had crossed in the desert. Chama subconsciously looked up at the unknown distance ahead. It's just a subconscious action, he doesn't actually want to deliberately see anything, he has been tired of seeing it for more than ten days, and there is nothing in his eyes except the yellow sand. He often suspected that his eyes had become this dead yellow.

But this time, in addition to the large golden yellow, there is also a gloomy gray. The edge of the seemingly endless yellow sand finally appeared in another color, and it should have been the shadow of a mountain range. It was just a distant shadow, but Chama screamed as if he had seen a demon from hell suddenly appeared in front of him, and almost fell off his camel.

Then the young knight who stepped onto the sand dunes also saw this scene, and he looked at the gray mountains on the edge of the horizon, and his countenance, which had always been calm, finally fluctuated.

"It's just a mirage. It's not really a mountain range. The young knight made a careful distinction and sighed.

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