In the northernmost part of the continent, there is a vast desert, and the most terrifying thing in the blazing desert is not the high temperature and scorching sun, but the wind, the wind here, unimpeded, and this wind like the wind blade of a magician is far more powerful than the wind blade. The year-round high temperature in the Northern Desert is that the wind here is like a flame, and sometimes, the wind can directly burn people to ashes. When the fireball technique and the wind blade are mixed, the wind is terrifying, it is self-evident. Although there is rarely wind here except during the typhoon season, every time it blows, it is a disaster. And at night, the low temperature of more than minus 40 degrees can make ordinary people without any protective measures freeze into ice sculptures. Of course, the low temperatures at night are not terrible compared to the scorching sun and wind.

If the scorching sun and wind are robbers in the desert, then, the large and small monsters here are killers hiding under the sand and rocks, they have no trace of disguise, they can deceive most inexperienced people, in this land, the monsters have struggled with humans for hundreds of years, and they have not distinguished the superior, and some of the monsters have a high IQ, and human beings are difficult to compare.

As a result, the price of luxury goods such as silk here far exceeds the market price, and in some particularly bad years, silk can be as heavy as gold. And the specialties here, such as the Geberlu stone used by Napatiru to make battle armor, and the fire crystal favorite of fire magicians and demon fighters, are also hard to find in the outside world, and under the urging of huge profits, a large number of traders take risks every year, and of course, less than one percent of the people who can make it to the city alive, and even fewer can successfully return. As a result, a special profession was created - "corpse collector". They specialize in the edge of the northern desert to find the relics of those caravans who died in the desert, and unlike those robbers who directly kill the caravans, such people generally do not have much ability, and can only survive by picking up leaks.

At this moment, a medium-sized caravan is walking in the desert, it has six carriages, and every eight strong slaves pull a carriage with difficulty, here, horses and camels are obviously impractical, and the price of Warcraft is not affordable for ordinary people, so people have become the best power tools.

"Smack". A big fat man stood on the carriage and whipped the long whip in his hand at a slave in front of him who was a little physically exhausted, and whipped him, while scolding: "You shitty things, use them all for me, if you can't get to Bawa City before the wind season, I want you all to feed my little wolf!" ”

The slave hurriedly continued to exert his strength to feed and pull the carriage forward. Seeing that the slave had finally come to the road, the fat man nodded with satisfaction and rubbed the wolf's head poking out of the carriage. Then he got into the carriage and rested.

At this time, a man in an old gray-white power suit walked alone in the desert, like a lonely soul, wandering away and unable to find a home.

The guards of the big fat merchant saw him from a distance, and hurriedly reported to the big fat man, "Report, Lord Earl, there is a man of unknown origin in the distance who is in the same direction as us and will join us." ”

The big fat man hurriedly startled, "How many people are on the other side?" ”

"One?" The guard hurriedly replied.

"One?" Count Osges's eyes narrowed, and he thought: If he is alone, he should not be a robber, this place is almost into the heart of the desert, and if he dares to walk here alone, he must not be a corpse collector, either an idiot who is lucky enough to burst the top, or, that is, he really has nothing to fear. "Tell me to go down and slow down." Apparently, Osgers preferred the latter.

"But, my lord, if we reduce." Seeing the count's face sank, the guard quickly changed his words, "Yes, my lord!" ”

"All, slow down!" The guards shouted at the mercenaries, guards, and slaves in front and behind.

"Alan!" "You're smart," said Osges, "and I like you, but, remember, I always think more than I think, you just have to do your duty, which is why I am a count, and you can only be my guard." ”

"That's what my lord said." Alan put his right fist on his left chest, lowered his head and said respectfully.

Osgers smiled and continued to close his eyes.

After a while, the man in the gray and white suit met him. Alan hurriedly lifted the curtain and reported to Osgers, "My lord, the man has caught up." ”

"Hmm." Osgers gave him a satisfied look and nodded.

Alan was overjoyed, and after quickly stopping the caravan, he helped Osges to his feet.

When Osges got out of the carriage, he shouted very heartily at the man in the suit: "Hey, brother, dare to ask who you are?" ”

The man passed by him without looking at him, and Alan was not happy, so he quickly pulled out the long sword at his waist and said, "You pariah, Lord Count Osges asked you something!" ”

At the same time, Osges did not speak, but carefully observed the man, a three-foot long sword, about two fingers wide, no sword grid, not to mention, only the tip of the sword with a double edge, from the tip of the sword about one and a half feet to the beginning of the four edges, in the middle of a long groove about a finger wide, the hilt of the sword only has a simple thread anti-slip, and there is a ring at the end of the handle, like Bangxing's ring knife, but it is different. This strange sword, this strange man! Osgers thought about it, and saw Alan pull out his handguard sword and face the man, and thought: Just use Alan to try him, save me a waste of time.

Speaking of Alan, he saw that the man didn't even stop, and walked forward, he couldn't help but be annoyed, and walked quickly in front of the man with his sword. When the man saw him in front of him, he spat out only two words: "Get out of the way." ”

"Then it's up to you to see if you're capable of it. Oh, go! Eren stabbed with his sword.

The speed of the sword was so fast that even the captain of the Osges Escort and the mercenaries hired by Osges were extremely surprised, secretly thinking that this kid was usually inconspicuous and leaky, and it turned out that he was also a good hand.

The man saw Allen stabbing at him lightly sideways while erecting the sword in his hand, blocking the blow, Allen hurriedly put away the sword, stabbed it again, and was blocked by the man with the same trick, and suddenly he couldn't hang up, and he didn't care about just a temptation, and used what he had learned all his life, stabbing one after another, each stab was a dangerous move, and the move was fatal, but the man easily pushed it away, and stabbed more than a dozen times.

Allen's eyes were full of incredulity, he stepped back, gritted his teeth, began to accumulate strength, and said lightly: "Sword - Seven Stars!" ”

In an instant, everyone seemed to see four swords stabbing at the man's lungs, throat, and heart at the same time, but after the sword disappeared, the man inexplicably appeared behind Allen, put the blade on Allen's throat with his backhand, and asked lightly: "Who are you, Crane?" ”

Alan was suddenly shocked, and before he could speak, the man said again, "Who is Crane?" Why did I know him? ”

Alan immediately understood that this ridiculously powerful man had lost his memory!