Forty Three The First Night of the Desert 1

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"What are the last days?"

"The last days are a place of despair. ā€

"Hey, Ian, get up. ā€

Ian was jolted awake in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the vicissitudes of life of the dwarf Barton. He turned his head and looked out of the house, where the sky was as dark as ink, without a single star, and it was terribly dark.

"Goblins, let's go now. "He says now is the best chance, and the Raid Squad is already gathering. ā€

It took Ian a few seconds to remember who the goblin was, the old man who was over ninety years old, and he could still talk?

Although he was a little confused, Ian quickly got dressed, grabbed his things and walked out of the house with Barton. They walked to the center of the town, where more than a dozen torches were held, and the light of the fire tore through the darkness like the stars underground. The goblin was standing in the middle of the stars, his thin but tall figure as if it had a spear stuck in the ground, which reminded Ian of Div, the high-ranking hunter who had died at the hands of Naga.

"What's going on?"

As soon as Ian arrived, everyone's eyes were focused on him, except for Sade, who was always staring at the night sky to be raised, not knowing what he was thinking. At this time, Hilter came to Ian's side and explained, "Sade said that if you want to cross the quicksand, you must leave tonight, or you will have to wait another seven days. ā€

"Let's go?" Ian was a little puzzled, "What day is it?"

"It's not a day, but the quicksand has stopped. At this time, Green stepped out of the darkness, "I just took a look, and the quicksand has stopped, and has become ordinary sand, but it is still a little loose and easy to sink into, but it can be passed." ā€

Ian was confused, but he knew what to do at the moment. So he immediately gave the order for all the members of the raiding party to pack up their things and set off immediately. When they agreed, Hilt asked Ian if he could let him go with him.

"Why, you're not from the Raiders?"

"Well, not yet. Hilter was a little embarrassed, "Although it is a little difficult to say, I have to say that although I have been a hunter for more than 30 years, I have not completed any major tasks, and I am still a junior hunter." ā€

"And what are you going to do with it?" said Ian, "and no one can protect you." ā€

Ian subconsciously said this, and regretted it a little after saying it. In this team, Hilt may only be younger than Sade, and can be regarded as a senior. But he really didn't want Hilt to follow, and this time the crusade team was the most luxurious in the hall for many years, second only to the Flowing Cloud team back then. Junior intermediate hunters are not eligible to be selected, and the team is basically senior hunters, which can be said to be the elite of the elite.

And Hilter, if he's just a junior hunter, Ian is really afraid that he will drag his feet.

Hilt saw Ian's concerns, patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I don't think it will affect the team." If something happens to me and you leave me behind, I will never resent it, this is my fate. ā€

"That's not what I meant"

"You don't understand. "What it's like to be a junior hunter for more than thirty years, I want to make myself stronger, even though I'm old." And you do need me, because no one but me can understand what Sade is saying. ā€

Hilt said so, and Ian had no choice but to say yes. Indeed, they needed someone who could understand Sade, who was the guide.

"Okay, then you can follow Sade's side. Ian nodded, "Just be careful, if something happens, no one will be able to save you." ā€

After Hilt left satisfied, Green pursed his lips and snorted disdainfully: "Say that no one can deal with him, if something really happens, will you let it go?"

"How do you know I won't?"

"Think of Aris, that guy is dead, don't you still want to avenge him?" Green said, "Ian, don't be too soft-hearted, there are some people who should give up must give up, otherwise you will drag more people down." ā€

Ian was silent for a long time, and nodded slightly: "I will try, but I don't know if I can do it, after all, I am human." ā€

The team soon set off, a total of twenty-three hunters. One of the Lords, seven high-level hunters, and eleven mid-level hunters were the most luxurious lineup in the hall in the last ten years. To Ian's surprise, Evie Shanelle was one of the seven high-ranking hunters! He only later noticed the bone knife she was carrying, which was the dragon's vertebrae, the hardest of all dragon bones.

As Green said, the quicksand has indeed stopped. But the sand is so soft that you can sink into your ankles when you step down. The desert was still cold at night, and the cold wind slapped on everyone's faces, making Ian feel like he was back in the cold wind of last winter, in the Yarman Forest.

Sade walked alone at the front of the group, and Ian was worried that he would have a hard time walking in his nineties. Ian turned out to be overly worried, and Sade's movements did not look like an old man at all, but like a nimble monkey. Ian suspects that the average adult may not be able to keep up with him.

As I said before, there is no moon or stars tonight, and the night sky is terrifyingly dark. They could only hold torches aloft and candles swaying in the cold wind. When they open their mouths, they may be poured into a mouthful of sand. I don't know how long they walked, but when Ian turned back, the town they had set out from was far away from them, and the light of the town's fire was like a faint star.

"I always felt that something wasn't right. Green muttered, "Don't you think there's something down here." ā€

Ian suddenly had a bad premonition: "Can you say a few words less, why do you always have something to happen every time you say that you have a bad premonition?"

"Is this my fault?" Grimm shrugged, then frowned, "No, the goblins have stopped. ā€

Ian looked up and saw that Thad had stopped on a dirt slope and looked into the distance. Ian followed, trying to ask Hilt what had happened, but when he was standing at the same height as Sade, he discovered why.

About a mile away from them, the shadow of an "ancient city" appeared. The shadow was vague, standing in the middle of the quicksand, and the quicksand under its feet was moving slowly, surging towards the ancient city, making a "rustling" sound, like worshippers worshipping the gods.

The ancient city is silent, receiving the worship of all things.

"That's where we're going. Hilt said, "It's a small town. ā€

Ian nodded, and was about to say something, when Thad suddenly spoke, emitting a string of notes he didn't understand. Ian looked at Hilt suspiciously, and noticed that the latter's face had changed.

"What's going on?"

Hilt swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered, "He said that there was no one in the town anymore, only blood, blood all over the city." ā€

Ian felt a chill run down his spine.

"He said that the smell of blood was strong and that it had come here. ā€

Thad looked at Ian, his eyes cloudy and deep.