readx;? After dealing with the sandworms, the team continued on their way. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Green's "older brother" dominates the body, and follows Ian with a dazed and panicked look, which makes Ian have a headache and don't know how to explain it. The rest of the hunters kept some distance from Ian, except for Ivy, the only woman in the group who followed Ian with a happy face as if nothing had happened.

And just like that, they completed the three-day trip. Officially stepped into the more dangerous area of the Burial God Desert, and it was also the depths of the desert where there had been no trace of hunters for a hundred years. The three days for Ian felt like they were going by very quickly, and they were very slow, and they were very fast compared to the months of travel in Yarman. It is said to be slow because from sunrise to sunset, all you can see is endless yellow sand. It reminds Ian of the snowy mountains and the ocean, but it's definitely the harshest environment in comparison.

Everyone knows that as we go deeper, the environment will get worse and worse.

On the morning of the fourth day, they were challenged again. This day was different from the previous days, the sky was dark, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and after walking for a long time, I gradually felt the breeze, but it did not bring much coolness, because in the desert during the day, even the wind was hot.

"Please, but don't be a sandstorm. Hilt muttered as he looked at the yellow sand lifted by the wind.

Everyone began to become restless, and the atmosphere began to be oppressive and dreary. Ian felt something choke in his chest, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. Even Ivy closed her mouth for a long time, obediently followed the back of the team, and walked for half a day, and no one spoke loudly.

The wind is getting stronger. I don't know when the road ahead became more and more blurred, and it was Hilt who finally stopped Ian, hoping that the team would stop advancing.

"A sandstorm is coming. "We'll have to find a place to hide, or the whole team will die." ”

Ian had never experienced a sandstorm and didn't know how terrifying a sandstorm could be, but he knew he should listen to Hilt at this moment. The manic aura that permeates the yellow sand can be felt by everyone, and never underestimate the power of nature, which Ilyin once taught him.

"What should we do?"

"Hide in a leeward place. "The merchants who cross the desert will use camels to protect us from the wind, but we don't have camels, so we have to find a leeward place to survive the sandstorms." ”

"There's no leeward place here. Barlow frowned, "It's all yellow sand as far as the eye can see. ”

"There will definitely be, like the grave we hid in the other day, and that's where the leeward place is. "We must hurry, or we will be buried in the sand!"

Ian noticed that Hilter's voice was getting hoarse, presumably because of too much wind and sand pouring into his mouth. So he told Hilt to stop talking, and then clenched one hand into a fist and held it high in the air, which meant that everyone was closer to him. All the hunters gathered, and he took out the long rope: "Next, we will look for a place that will help us survive the sandstorm, and in order to prevent anyone from getting lost, everyone must hold on to this rope!"

Everyone nodded. Ian hurriedly closed his mouth, and as soon as he said a word, a mouthful of sand was poured into his mouth. After everyone had grasped the rope, he led the way, Eagle Eye following him, and as the two best in the group, they had to find the best safe haven for the whole team.

The wind is getting stronger. Ian didn't know if it was a sandstorm, the sky was full of yellow sand raised by the wind, and the visible range was only five or six meters, he had to put his hand in front of him and look forward through the gap between his fingers, otherwise the wind and sand would destroy his eyeballs.

But how do you find a safe haven in this way? Searching aimlessly, entrusting everything to luck, Ian doesn't like this feeling, but he has to admit that he can't do anything about it. Behind him, the eagle eye tapped him on the shoulder and said something to him, and Ian watched his mouth open and close, but couldn't hear anything.

He crooked his neck and dug a lot of sand out of his ears. Only then could I barely hear the words of the eagle eye, and although the latter was pulling his throat, the sound that was muffled by the storm was not as loud as the whisper.

"Over there, go that way!" the eagle eye pointed to Ian's left, "I just saw that there was a mountain over there." ”

Hill?

Ian looked in the direction the eagle's eye was pointing, but saw nothing, only the overwhelming yellow sand. After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to believe in the Eagle Vulture Eye, and it was obviously the best way to believe in this high-level hunter with the most excellent insight rather than wandering aimlessly.

He glanced back, only saw the faces of a few people, only vague shadows behind him, and he didn't know if anyone had been left behind. Ian reversed course and walked in the direction the Eagle Eye pointed.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sandstorm seemed to have the ability to blur time, and Ian began to wonder if the eagle eye said that the mountain existed. The storm is getting bigger and bigger, obviously walking on the earth, when everyone feels like walking on thin ice, the slightest carelessness will be swept by the storm.

They could only grit their teeth and insist, and Ian even pulled out the guardian and inserted the guardian into the earth every few steps, using it as a fulcrum to take a few breaths. In this way, it seemed like a long, long time, until Ian suspected that he could not walk several times, and finally saw a huge black shadow in front of him.

They found a canyon.

"How long have we walked?" The first thing Ian did when he walked into the canyon was to take off his shoes and pour out all the sand from them.

"I don't know. Eagle Eye took off his scarf, only shook it off slightly, and there was a pile of sand under his feet, "But we seem to have gone across, and the one I saw before was obviously a small dirt bag, and I don't know why I came here." ”

"Wrong?" Ian was stunned, "And how far have we come?"

"At least not closely. Hilter gasped as he said, "We should have seen such a large canyon a long time ago." But I hadn't noticed it before, and it was obviously far away from us at the time, at least a few miles. ”

Ian nodded. Then Bowen walked up to him, and before he could speak, Bowen was the first to speak.

"Five people less. ”