Bracchi made his own improvised still—digging a pit in the sand, placing a stone bowl at the bottom and a small piece of cloth on top. The moisture of the night will condense on the underside of the cloth and fall into the stone bowl.

Waiting for the bowl to draw water was a job that required patience, similar to what he was doing now. Picking up the roots of the plants collected before the sun sets, Brach chews on them to replenish some water and nutrients.

The desert elf is surrounded by sandworms that he hunts. He needed to skin the flesh while it was warm, and remove the glands that would cause the smell and spoil the flesh.

He skillfully used the untie knife in his hand to disassemble his prey, without the slightest risk of accidentally cutting through the internal organs and contaminating the flesh.

Every now and then, Bradch would pick up a piece of gravel he had picked up halfway through and polish the blade twice - it wasn't necessary, the dagger the ogre blacksmith had given him was made of Bartobi iron.

But who made this a habit that the desert elves had developed over a long period of time using obsidian weapons? Moreover, most of the habits were rooted in tradition.

According to the tradition of the Desert Elves, to go to the Sacred Mountain to participate in the gathering, one must bring food that you have made yourself and can share with your fellow citizens, not a sharp scimitar or words comparable to fists.

In the shadow of the benevolence of the sacred mountain, the "Wind of the Ancestors", the Desert Elves once a decade abandons the strife and grudge between the tribes, and recalls the history of the ancient ancestors who overcame the trials of the ash world together and took root here.

In this way, the various tribes have the opportunity to communicate in good faith and bridge the estrangement and rift that has accumulated over the past decade.

Bradch reminisced about the last time he had been to Voshugu as he shoved the broken red willow branch into the fire pit dug out of the ground. By the time the blazing sun rose over the horizon and the faint purple-red light faded away, the familiar aroma of smoldering sandworm jerky emerged.

After chewing on a small piece of his own sandworm jerky, a natural spice characteristic of the creature — the smell of beauty lingers between his lips and teeth — the old craft is still there, and Bradch is satisfied to carefully put away the food he has made for "sharing" and put it into a small bag behind him.

After continuing to walk forward for a long time, when the galloping six-legged horses began to get a little tired, the desert elf was finally able to see the figure of Woshugu in the distance. Even from a distance, the "Wind of the Ancestors" is impressive.

Unlike other peaks with a rough and irregular appearance, Voshugu rises from the ground like a perfectly sharp spear tip. The fluorite-rich mountain sparkles in the blazing sun, giving it the appearance of a giant crystal inserted into the earth, with a sharp outline.

In the shadow of the sacred mountain lies an oasis of small size, but there is a long and rare lush wood. Among the acacia trees, ginger palms, olives, tamarixes and other trees, there are clusters of horsetail grass, thyme, miscanthus and some artemisia or millet plants, just like the "ash world version" of the elven home.

Tethered to the stone set up outside the oasis, Bradch strode into the woods. At first, the outer woodland and tree roots were exposed due to dry weathering, and the further you went, the more humid the air became.

Finally, we reached the center of the woodland, where there was a small lake with sparkling waves. Fires are forbidden in the woodlands, and groups of desert elves gather around the lake to share their food.

Contrary to Bradch's expectations, there were exceptionally many desert elves who came to the Voshugu Sanctuary to participate in the rally this year. In addition to the tribes that had lived near the place, such as Isamam and Salem, there were many flags that he didn't recognize.

"In the tradition of our ancestors, we reunite in the woods......"

Someone suddenly sang a hymn of praise, without the bonus of the sound spell, and the many desert spirits who chanted along with it made the song form a sound wave, washing the eardrums of everyone present.

As the song reaches its climax, the lake in the woodland suddenly "boils". Fountains of all sizes suddenly gushed out, bubbling water into fist-sized columns of water. Among the many columns of water, there is one of the most vigorous, with fountains rising almost flush with the canopy of the trees at the top of the forest.

The young desert elves cheered as they stripped off their clothes and leaped into the water of the lake without a single strand – a long-standing tradition – and legend has it that if they stepped on the steps of the fountain they would receive the blessings of their ancestors, and that it would be a great honor to leap to the highest spring.

The young desert elves who are qualified to be brought to the forests of the ancient sacred land of Voshu are all descendants of the chiefs of the various tribes. They want to take this opportunity to show their dexterity to the nobles of other tribes, and to show their clever minds to their elders.

Of course, participation in the athletic activities in this sacred forest usually ends in a friendly way.

Most of the young desert elves can only trample on a spring or two, and then fall into the shallow lake, often with a pair of hands of their compatriots, a symbol of friendship. After encouraging each other, they walked back to the shore hand in hand.

Looking at these energetic young compatriots, Bradge's mood was inexplicably comfortable. He took out the sandworm jerky that he had cooked and shared it with the great samurai around him who had never known which tribe had come.

"The flavor of the balm is very rich," the sharer praised Bradch's craftsmanship, "hehe, those little cubs are so lively, if they are dozens of years younger...... Oh, that's amazing!"

Hearing the exclamation of the great samurai, he looked in the direction of his finger and saw a young desert spirit who had won the first place in the battle. The man was in a very athletic shape, and in an instant, he stepped on several fountains in a row, and his movements were like dancing shocks.

"Good skills!"

Bradch couldn't help but praise him, and he wondered if he couldn't be so agile when he was younger. But when he looked at it again, he let out a soft "huh" - the young desert elf actually held a sheathed sword tightly in his hand.

This is very abnormal, not to mention that it is common to take part in this competitive event to remove weapons so as not to accidentally injure your compatriots and opponents. Moreover, holding an unsheathed sword is actually very unfavorable for maintaining balance while walking through the spring.

Unless the sword is in question, it can provide additional help to the wielder, such as an agility bonus.

Obold would not let go of the sword in his hand even if it was cut off, and even if it was cut off, his hands would firmly bite the hilt with his teeth. As a desert elf, he knew exactly what it meant to hold this sword - "Capture the star's iron and forge its edge, and gather the blazing sun as its light." The enemy is difficult to reach and is hesitating day by day, and he should be the king of the elves with a sword. ”

The former leader of the Wandering Desert Elf Mercenary Regiment, after his employer in Spat City died at the hands of this weapon, he unexpectedly held it in his hands. That's when Oberd knew that his fate was inextricably linked to the sword.

Unlike shapeshifters, this enchanted weapon crafted by the Usang mages only has a special effect when the wielder is a desert elf.

It is capable of alleviating the three qualities of the Desert Elves: strength, agility, and insight, and it is with this golden blade that Aubard was able to escape from the Egu Mansion.

Oberd also found that holding the golden sword for a long time would also cause some changes in his appearance. Not only will you be able to change back to what you were when you were younger, but you will also look even more handsome.

These successive changes have made the heart of this desert elf mercenary leader breed something called "Ambition". He also became more and more convinced that what he held in his hand was the golden sword that symbolized the power of the king of the desert elves.

Soon after the defeat of the Usang Empire, when he learned that the Egu family had been uprooted by the dragon Pasha, Oberd and his men rushed to Voshugu day and night.

The golden sword in his hand always reminded him that he must take advantage of the opportunity of the forest competition in the Holy Land to let all the desert elf tribes bathed in the "Wind of Ancestors" see this legendary weapon.

And he, Oberd, can also transform from a wandering desert elf to ascend to the throne of the co-lord of various tribes!

Trampling on the spring beneath his feet, with the help of a golden sword, O'Bud was able to maintain his balance with ease, and the gushing water carried a small force enough to support his body.

Three steps and two steps, the young and handsome desert elf outpaced all competitors. At the last moment, Oberd leaped hard, and as the water exploded beneath his feet, he successfully stepped onto the highest spring in the center of the lake.

The old and respectful tribal chiefs began to communicate with each other, and the young Desert Elf King Sun Guixuan cheered. Enjoying his accolade, Aubird adjusted his balance and straightened up in the spring water flush with the canopy.

The golden sword was pulled from its sheath, and the blazing light of the sun shining through the branches and leaves shone on the weapon, shining with a striking light. The sword held high was inexplicably similar to the holy mountain of Woshugu at this time.

This time, all the desert elves stopped talking and cheering, and they all stared at Aubard, who was holding the golden sword mentioned in the ancient prophecy, and fell silent.

"Extract the star iron to forge its edge, and gather the blazing sun to think its light. The enemy is difficult to reach and is hesitating day by day, and he should be the king of the elves with a sword. ”

Some people began to chant in low voices, and more and more people joined in. Until the end, all the young desert elves present began to chant - "King of the Elves", "King of the Elves", "King of the Elves", ......

"It's a problem. ”

The voice of discord rang out in Bradch's heart, as well as in the hearts of many of the Desert Elf chieftains who continued to remain silent. The former is because he knows the truth, and the latter because he is no longer young.

Silently picking up the dried meat of the sandworm that fell by the great samurai next to him because he shouted "King of the Elves", the Desert Elf Tone Warlock clasped his hands together, and a violent shock wave suddenly emitted.

The spring that was still gushing just now was disturbed and fell one after another, and Oberd, who was standing at the highest point, also fell into the middle of the lake in embarrassment.

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