Even though almost the world is immersed in a white winter, there is still little snow in the perennially hot desert. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe heat wave of the land moistened by the scorching sun due to the sudden drop in temperatures at night distorts the sight of various creatures. A few **** orcs with their upper bodies staggered forward with giant sand lizards, and the vulture swarm circled above their heads, swooping and flying from time to time, but each time they were forced back into the air by the wielding battle axe.

"Wow-" Maybe it was a nightmare, and the little guy in the arms of a female orc suddenly burst into tears. Nothing was more irritating than a baby's cry on a hot day, especially when all the grumpy orcs had to endure hunger, thirst and exhaustion on foot, with only the mother and son sitting on the backs of the sand lizards.

The orcs at the head of the line stopped, and the group stopped with him. "Maghan, give the kid some water. He commanded.

"No, Ryktar. The orc sternly stopped Maghan, not unafraid of her child, nor afraid of the axe that the fellow was carrying, but as the chief's wife, she had to do it. "We don't have much water, and we're still a long way from Occam. ”

Ryktar shook his head, and rushed to the orc's side in a few steps. He untied his water bladder and handed it over, staring at her with unquestioning eyes. "Logosh entrusted him to me, not you, Shacil. Rektar said.

The orc-woman reluctantly took the water bladder - it was actually a simply cleaned sand lizard stomach pouch, taken from Ryktar's mount.

The team continued to move, the heavy steps of the orcs trampling the cracked earth, making the massive dry bones of the unknown beast tremble, and the smaller desert creatures fled before they could even come into sight. However, they are no longer mighty warriors.

Ever since the team passed through Flint five days ago, Ryktar had been in a state of gloom. There were no guards, no wise prophets or shamans well-versed in nature's ways, not even a whole room left, only the smoke and devastated ruins left behind by the burning. The piles of corpses destroyed Ryktar's last hope, and he had to kill his mount in the hope that the coarse flesh and crimson blood would help the party reach Occam safely. However, his subordinates did not buy it, and they had a lot of complaints about Ryktar's potential as a leader, but it was only difficult for the old chieftain to suffer from his death. So, they chose to respond to Ryktar's order with silence, leaving the team dead.

In fact, Ryktar was also curious about what Logosh was optimistic about himself, after all, when it came to force, everyone present was an experienced veteran, and when the Human Empire came over without warning, they could all be ten with one, and he was just a rookie who was beaten by cavalry. As for strategy, he was even more stupid, not only did he not listen to the advice and insisted on going his own way, but he also pressed everyone as the new chieftain, forcing them to go to Flint Town with him to ask for help, and in the end he was just wasting scarce supplies. What puzzled Rykhtar the most was when Logosh was dying, mentioning an unheard of name, calling it "the salvation of the desert people", and demanding that he find the human woman no matter what.