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Chama's face was a little bad, and he shook his head and said: "You don't know, I also heard from an old adventurer who has been here before, the terrain and climate in this desert are too strange, so the mirages that appear are always fixed, and they are all things that reflect a fixed distance in the same direction." -- That is to say, although what we see now is an illusion, the real thing is in this direction, but it is farther away. ”

"And how far is that?" Rodhart asked.

"I don't know, maybe a few hundred miles, but it must be in this direction. ”

"Well, let's go. Rodhart said lightly. "Now that we know the direction, it's probably going to be soon."

"You're crazy!" Chema finally cried out. "Do you know what that is? that's the legendary Shadow Spiral Mountains. ”

"It's okay, just keep walking. The young knight still seemed so unfazed, but his face seemed determined.

Chama's pupils contracted into a small black dot, and he looked at the young man and asked word by word, "Could it be ...... Where were you going?"

The knight didn't answer, still looking at the phantom of the mountains in the distance. It was a phantom, but his eyes were as hard as steel. Walking in the desert for many days, the wind and sand had blown his originally handsome and somewhat feminine face full of scars, the kind of scars that the hard granite experienced through the wind and sand.

Taking a deep breath, Chema took two steps back on his camel and said, "I'm sorry. Knight-sama. I'll probably have to take you to this place, which is not something I can go to. I forgive me for breaking up with you here. I'm just an ordinary person to eat, I don't dare to go to that place, no matter how much money you give, I won't go......"

"Well, well, it's hard for you. The knight turned to look at him, not surprised. In fact, the reason why this desert is so big that countless people dare not set foot is not because of the environment. Rather, it is because of the shadowy mountains behind this desert, and the depths of that mountain range are synonymous with fear, death, and darkness in the hearts of almost the entire continent. Diya Valley. It is true that no one wants to approach there.

"The only way left is to ask the knight to go by yourself, and I'll turn around here and go back. I only need a third of the water and food, oh. A quarter is enough...... I know the road ahead of you is hard. You must ensure that you have enough energy. I'm going to use this water and food to support ......."

The expression on Chamaxian's face is completely the expression of the kind of person whose ancestors have faced the loess with their backs to the sky for three generations, and the cowardice of a man who grew up under his mother's skirt. And this kind of demand is almost no different from begging for mercy.

There is no way. When Chema found out that the purpose of this year's light knight was actually that mountain, he remembered some stories that were nothing more than nonsense.

It is true that there are very few people who would go deep into this desert for a strange purpose. If only one out of 10,000 adventurers will enter the desert, then there will be such people in the 1 in 10,000 chance, not for the legendary treasures, but to go to the Shadow Spiral Mountains and enter the Diya Valley. Become a legendary necromancer.

The word 'madman' is no longer enough to describe such a person. They aspire to become necromancers, whether they have the ability or not. At least mentally, he may already be more dangerous than a necromancer. So in the face of this kind of person, cautious, careful is a good attitude, although a quarter of the water and food are indeed difficult to support out of the desert, but three-quarters should be enough for the other party to walk to the Shadow Vortex Mountains.

Sure enough, the young knight looked at Charma and smiled and said, "I know, you've worked hard these days. I would never have been able to get to this place without your help. Even so, his smile still looked very touching and kind. He was kind and soft, as if he were thanking a kind old friend.

Chama hurriedly bent down and nodded, the smile on his face was humble, careful, and said, "Lord Knight, then do you want to pay me a little more for the honorarium you promised me......

"Of course, you deserve it. The knight reached into his cup and pulled out a few gold coins.

Chama hurriedly jumped off the camel, bowed his head and walked in front of the knight. He had a cautious smile on his face, one hand flat, and the other hand on his waist. This is the high courtesy of the nomads in the desert to their distinguished guests. His expression, demeanor, tone, body, and whole person now seemed to be all soft, friendly and humble and submissive.

But the moment the knight jumped off the camel and put the hand holding the gold coin in front of him, his whole body suddenly moved like an explosion.

It stands to reason that it would be impossible for a person like this, whose whole body was completely soft, and even his posture was soft, to make such a swift movement, but he did it. His whole body was indeed soft, but his hand holding his lower back had always been as tight as a string that was about to break. Every anal meat and tendon veins were in a state of near the limit, condensing the essence of the whole body, and holding the short scimitar behind him. The moment the knight's hand was released, he drew his sword.

The power and speed of this knife can move his whole person together. The moment the knife was released, the expression on his face did not have the slightest weakness, and he was so vicious by the fighting spirit and killing intent that he was as vicious as a lion that had been hungry for a hundred years.

Desert nomads are always fighting to survive, and even a humble gesture can be a powerful move. What's more, Chama himself had studied this method of swordsmanship, and he was definitely one of the fastest people in the tribe to use this position, and he had used this method to slay a Templar of the Holy See in a group of crusaders.

Water and food, this is enough to be the reason for him to make such a desperate bet.

At this moment, even the scorching sun in the sky was slightly inferior, and the blade cut by the short knife was still so dazzling even if it was such a light and in the desert, and the sound of an explosion breaking the wind came from afar.

The sword light was followed by the blood light. The bright red color and strong sunlight add a touch of gaudy embellishment to this drab background. Chema could clearly see his sword shining brighter than the sun passing in front of the young knight, and then a cloud of blood spread all over the world.

The light of the knife continued to rise from bottom to top, and finally gradually weakened and slowed down, returning to a knife with a severed hand held tightly at the hilt. Only then did Chama realize that the blood light was actually coming from his body, from his hands, and from his headless body......

"I'm sorry, let alone a quarter, I can't even give you a forty-tenth of food and water. You're right, I have to keep my stamina enough. The young knight sheathed his sword. He looked at the crumbling corpse in front of him and seemed to hesitate for a moment, reached out to hold the corpse, and put his mouth on the severed head where blood gushed from the bones, and took a long sip.

"Salt is actually consumed faster than expected, it's not enough...... "There is a lot of salt in the blood of animals, but they can't eat too much, and it's not easy to digest." So after only two sips, the young knight let go of the corpse and threw it away. Blood from the severed neck of the corpse continued to gurgle and seep into the hot sand below.

He tied the two camels together, jumped on them, looked at the mountains in the distance, and began to move on. His face and body were covered in blood, some of which had begun to dry and crack due to the baking heat and dryness. But even so, his countenance did not look hideous and terrifying. Facing the apparition that I don't know how far away, his face was full of calm and almost pious firmness, like a pilgrim.

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