"Is it decided?" asked Maghan, walking up to Ryktar's side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hmm. Ryktar nodded decisively in agreement, knowing that Maghan was asking about the trip. Waking up by the stench of the night, Ryktar carefully weighed the pros and cons of various routes. Given the shortage of supplies and the addition of the remnants of Thornhorn Ridge, he was forced to venture across the sands of the Dead Sea, which was an extremely difficult decision for him.

Everyone who grew up in the Wild Land has heard of the legend of the Dead Sea Sands, which looks like a desert of bones, but hides countless bottomless pools of quicksand, and those who walk through it will fall into it and say goodbye to the mortal world. The Sands of the Dead Sea are also inhabited by gigantic sandworms, the only terrifying creatures in the known world that can move freely through the quicksands, with fangs and sharp teeth, devouring everything they can see, and never satisfied.

Ryktar wasn't sure how many people would make it out of the Dead Sea sands alive, maybe two or three or more lucky ones, maybe they would all die in the sands, but it would be better than starving to death in the desert en masse.

Before heading out on the road, Savob and Shakiel had come to confirm the route to Ryktar, and no matter what their expressions might have on Ryktar's crazy plans, the young chief had already made up his mind. They slaughtered a few more sand lizards and collected pieces of blood and flesh, and prayed to the god of war for a safe arrival at Occam. Now, even Shakier, who is holding a baby in her arms, has to walk on foot. The only three remaining sand lizards crawled slowly on the tent that had been assigned to the six big ones, as if they were carrying the weight of life with every step.

After a few hot but calm days, the orcs finally stood on the edge of the sands of the Dead Sea. Ryktar stared desperately at the endless sand, his legs trembling. "If you take this step, you can't go back. He muttered to himself.