The Dwarven Elder was led by two dwarves to the Bataan Desert. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He went east, and had to go to the desert.

I sighed and flew straight in the direction of the desert. The spring wind is getting hotter and hotter, the rivers and lakes in the grassland are full of life, the hares are galloping, the fish are crossing the water, and there is the vitality of nature everywhere.

I flew along the river as fast as lightning, and in a moment I was far away from the tribe, and after a while I continued to fly, I saw two dwarves in front of me.

They seemed tired, sitting by the river grilling fish and whispering.

These two should be the ones who took the elders to the desert, why are they the only ones here, the elders?

I flew over, and when I got closer, I heard a dwarf wondering, "Do you really leave him behind?" ”

The other dwarf was displeased, "He's all mad, we've done our best to send him so far, don't say any more." ”

My heart moved, they had discarded the elders. I left quietly and continued to fly forward, and as I flew to a low mountain, I saw the elder standing on the big rock at the top of the mountain, staring blankly at the boundless prairie in front of me.

He had run out of oil, but for some reason he could still stand, and he even straightened his back, his dirty body smelling of foul odor, but his eyes were bright.

I've never seen him have eyes so bright, like a child.

I watched him from afar, and he looked at him for a while, then climbed down the rocks and began to continue his journey east.

It's better to say it's walking, but it's actually better to move, because his speed is too slow, it's about the same as climbing.

I felt like the life was almost gone, and his legs were moving like a machine.

It's as if there's an obsession supporting a dead corpse.

And he would fall after a few steps, and roll straight down the mountain, hitting his head and bleeding, coughing and shivering, but his eyes were brighter and brighter, burning the last trace of life.

I couldn't stand it after all, and flew over to wrap him in water magic, and he was shocked, and he opened his mouth to say something hoarsely after seeing that it was me.

But I couldn't hear clearly, he couldn't speak anymore, his throat was so dry that it was dead.

I pointed to the east, "You're going to the desert, aren't you?" he kept nodding, his eyes full of fire.

I said no more, wrapped him in a film of water, and sped east.

Flying at my speed, I had reached the edge of the steppe in half a day.

Ahead is a large expanse of the Gobi Desert, where there are no grasslands left, only bushes and barren sand.

Some drought-tolerant animals hid inside, secretly watching us.

The river that flowed out of the steppe actually flowed here, but the current was much smaller, passing through the Gobi Desert and flowing all the way into the desert.

I continued to fly along the river, and at dawn the next day, I saw the vast expanse of desert.

Just as the sun rises in the east, the endless warmth of yellow sprinkles, and the vast Bataan Desert is steaming hot, and in the dead silence, the yellow sand floats, like a cemetery that has been dug up.

The elder was so excited that I put him down, and he lay down in the sand by the river, kissing the sand incessantly, and tears were rolling down his bright eyes.

This is an old dwarf in a desperate situation, dirty as a beggar, his thin body draining all energy, and only one obsession remains.

I saw him cry for a long time, and then continued to carry him forward.

Once you step into the Bataan Desert, the temperature rises sharply, and there is no spring here, only summer.

The river below grew smaller and smaller, and eventually dried up completely, leaving only a sunken channel.

The elder kept looking at the river, and I understood what he meant, and he knew the way, and he was to follow the river.

We flew for two days, and although I wasn't fast, the distance we flew was almost the length of the Sea Moon Country.

It was impossible for an elder to walk such a distance alone.

I silently led him on a flight, and finally the river disappeared, leaving only yellow sand in all directions.

This is a real dead land, and no living thing can survive.

The elder was severely dehydrated, and I gathered the water element around him, but he was still dehydrated.

His life was drying up at a rapid pace, and I was worried that he would die the next moment.

However, at such a time, he became stubborn and kept struggling, and after I put him down, he stopped struggling, but walked along the yellow sand.

I walked with him in human form, the scorching sand under my feet baking the soles of my feet. I didn't care, but the Elder's calves were full of hot bubbles, and he was almost cooked.

But he didn't care in the slightest, and walked stubbornly step by step. His bright eyes shone like stars.

I walked around with him, keeping him alive with water magic.

In this way, he walked for three days, and finally wandered on a piece of yellow sand.

The yellow sand here is loose, and it is exactly the same in all directions. The scorching wind swept non-stop, but at night it was as cold as ice.

I asked him what was wrong, and he gasped, kneeling on the sand, muttering to himself.

His voice was surprisingly clear, and I heard a phrase: "Go home, children."

I was amazed, what does this mean?

The elder muttered for a long time, then tremblingly took the small hammer from his bosom.

I was amazed that he was still carrying this little hammer. This is a token of the dwarven inheritance, if he wants to enter the desert, he will definitely die, and he should pass on the small hammer to the next generation of big leaders, but he didn't expect him to bring it in, which is very unreasonable.

I watched in amazement, as he grabbed the little hammer and thrust it into the yellow sand, and his mouth uttered a harsh old dwarven language.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from the depths of the desert, like an earthquake. And the wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and sandstorms rose in all directions, carrying endless yellow sand rolling in.

The small hammer flashed red, and a strange aura permeated the desert.

The surface of the ground shook violently, and the yellow sand was sinking.

Soon, I could see clearly that the foot under which we were was not sinking, but rising.

The central position rises, the yellow sand around it falls, as if the earth shakes the mountain, and countless violent tornadoes let out a wailing sound, which is very terrifying.

The elder pressed the hammer and shouted with his eyes open, "Go home!"

From the way we came, from the boundless prairie, from the strange and terrifying Rocky Mountains, the wind howled and wailed, like a million dwarves in pain, and a huge amount of dead air rushed in.

The sky instantly became dark, as if it had returned to the Devil's River.

I was shocked, this is ...... Dead air, the dead are coming!

My feet were still rising, and the yellow sand around me became empty after falling, and when my feet were stable, my pupils shrank.

What rose was a pyramid, a pyramid as high as a kilometer, covered in gold, with countless sands rolling down, and a barren city looming below.

At the foot of the foot is the top of the pyramid, a round platform up to tens of meters wide, and in the center of the round platform there is a hole the size of a fist, which exudes terrifying heat.

The Elder raised the sledgehammer, the lifeless air pulsing from the Rocky Mountains looming closer.

He turned his head to look at me at this time, and said hoarsely, "Ysera, the fire spirit is in the tower, you can take it yourself." ”

I was stunned as he looked in the direction of the Rocky Mountains and exclaimed, "Kids, go home!"

At that moment, the heavens and the earth wailed, and the dwarven elder's rickety figure gradually bent, and his star-like eyes dimmed.

The terrifying death air, the piercing wails, all converged, and millions of vague voices in the void pounced on the dwarven elders like flying insects.

In just an instant, he didn't even have a hair left, and he was devoured by a million unjust souls.

My eyes were tingling, I couldn't see anything clearly, except for a clear sound, which was the sound of a hammer falling on the pyramid.

Soon, there was no movement, the yellow sand calmed down, the ghosts disappeared, and in the vast desert, only a pyramid stood tall.

(To be continued.) )