The scorching sun is in the sky, the yellow sand is long, the wind blows like a knife, and the heat is like blood.

On the first day of the Green Veron army's entry into the Enooc Desert, these tried and tested warriors experienced what it means to be a Colorfall and a lifeless land.

Before entering the Enooc Desert, the Green Weilong army sang hot pot and ate songs all the way, shabu mutton and butter, because of the blessing of the little auspicious grass king, so the most important supply of the army's logistics is food, and the military salary, although the shogunate did not pay on time, but everyone did not doubt the ability of His Royal Highness the General to fulfill his promise.

This is the benefit of Aaron's heavenly prestige.

However, things took a turn for the worse as the army entered the Great Desert of Enoch.

The climate changed from early spring to scorching heat, the scorching sun scorched every inch of the desert, and the yellow sand covered the sky so that even the most seasoned adventurer found the terrible climate unbearable, and many soldiers were killed on the spot, and the army was reduced by 15-20% before the battle.

Fortunately, this was also expected by Aaron, and the backup army he led was responsible for collecting the attrition troops.

The commander of the Left Route Army, the Sword Saint Sect Warrior Monk Maximian, glanced around and sweated.

I didn't expect it to be so hard.

It has been fifteen kilometers since entering the Great Desert, and within these 15 kilometers, the Left Route Army has not seen any water, has not seen any creatures that should appear in the desert (scorpions, camels, snakes, etc.), has not seen any plants including the common cactus, and even the change in climate does not exist, only sand, sand, sand, and eternal gale.

It was as if the land had been robbed of its soul by death, leaving only shriveled and rancid skin.

In the sun, the temperature is often forty or fifty degrees, as if the environment of a bloody battle on the front line of Batow's hell, a few breaths, you can feel two scorching dry air streams straight through the lungs, a hot burning sensation, the skin can not be exposed to the sun for a long time, otherwise redness, blistering, pus, ulceration in one go.

"This is Nessreel, listen to the Grand Arcanist Karthas"

Maximian put down the navigation book written by Aaron in his hand, and the cousin sighed.

No wonder all subsequent attempts to reclaim the Great Desert have failed, this task is really not for human beings.

The forbidden area of life, the cursed hoodoo land, the Great Desert of Enoch, the territory of the once Nexian Empire.

The fall of Nessreel has an important connection with the misuse of magic by the Grand Arcanists, who spent their days thinking about using the magic net to work at will, and a mass destruction spell was thrown on the plains of the lower Chroma for a reason simply "I want to see what happens next".

In addition to causing the web goddess Maxriel to spend her days behind the archarcanists' butts mending the scars of the web, this behavior also led to the awakening of the ancient race of Ferin Demon Moon, who was sleeping underground.

As mentioned above, one of the founder's races, the Saruk Witches, once established the Istto Sefifer Empire in the area where the Great Desert of Enoch is now located, but in the war with the Dark Realm of Ferin Demon Kui, the leader of the empire diverted the Narrow Sea and flooded the Dark Realm, which caused a drastic change in the climate, although it dealt a heavy blow to the Ferin Demon Kui, but the change in climate eventually led to the demise of the Istto Sefifer Empire.

After sleeping for a long time beneath the Nexus Empire, she was eventually awakened by the frequent reactivation of the Great Arcanist of Nexel, a magical catastrophe that led to an even greater magical catastrophe - Olosdine, the traitor of the Nexus Empire, betrayed all the information of the Nexus Empire to the Why.

After receiving the information, the Ferin Demon Blossoms unleashed the legendary magic sucking spell through research, and this eternal magic sucking spell can also absorb life essence, and any creature that enters its spherical scope will be slowly squeezed into a dry corpse. Ferin Demon Kwai unleashes this powerful spell throughout the territory of the Nethril Empire.

At first, the Grand Arcanists didn't take it seriously, they only moved the floating city when they found out about the desertification, leaving the desperate people of the "Shimo-Nase" Empire to be mummified in their place, the oases to deserts, and the livestock to be turned into jerky.

Over time, after more than half of the Nayser Empire had been desertified, the Grand Arcanists discovered the horror of magic sucking, and the deadlier problem was that legendary magic sucking would disable constant magic.

In other words, the great method of life continuation that the Grand Arcanists relied on for their livelihood, Iolum Immortality Technique, began to fail.

The Grand Arcanists also found themselves unable to defeat Felin Demon Sunflower, and in the face of this ancient legendary warlock who specialized in spells, the Arcane Mansion of Nesserel could not shake the magic pyramid of Felin Demon Sunflower, and the Grand Arcanists did not have the concept of a community of destiny for Ferin Demon Sunflower, and they fought separately and were broken by each one.

This led to the theft of the Chromic Scroll, the epic revitalization of Karthas, the fall of the Chromian Empire, and the eventual formation of the Enoch Desert.

These parts have been mentioned above.

After completing this brilliant achievement, the Ferin Demon Aoi had planned to go out and conquer the world, but unfortunately they encountered another ancient race, the Saron Spirits.

The Salon Spirits emerged in the middle of the Elven Crown War, when three elven archmages, tired of the chaos caused by the endless strife and misuse of magic within the elves, chose to transform themselves into unique creatures with a group of elves (including some other races) who were willing to follow them.

As it turned out, elven magic> Ferin Magic Aoi magic> color-resistant magic, and the Saron Spirit, who was disgusted with the demon magic calamity, violently beat Ferin Demon Aoi and sealed them under the Great Desert.

This group of Felin Demon Sunflower is also the root of the Great Desert's problems.

Before he could, however, Maximian had to deal with the native people who were entrenched in the desert, the Bedai Barbarians.

After the fall of the Nexal Empire, the empire did not fall immediately, and the remnants of the Nexa who survived the crash of the Floating City included the three city-states of Anariel, Asren and Harondas, who were the lucky ones to be saved by the original goddess of magic, Maxriel, who survived tenaciously for a while, and finally could not match the desertification of the land by the legendary magic sucking spell and destroyed it, and most of them fled to the rest of the kingdom.

A small number of people remained, relying on familiar experience to avoid the movement of the legendary magic sucking spell, grazing cattle on the oases and savannaas in the great desert where the magic sucking was constantly left and destroyed by the proximity of the magic sucking.

These color-resistant remnants are known as the Bedai Barbarians.

Now, there are three major bands of Bedai barbarians in the Great Desert who claim to be direct descendants of one of the three city-states: Harald the "Heartless", Pavard the "Boneless", and Harold the "Great and Terrible".

The scorching hot wind was howling and rolling, and the army encountered great difficulties in its march, however, to be able to march into the Great Desert, the Salian Shogunate Army naturally had their secrets!

Maximian immediately ordered: "Take out the compass!" Rattle the rattle! ”

"Yes!"

The Sacred Tree Knights responded loudly, and they immediately took out two pieces of magical equipment from their bodies.

Tzeentch Compass and Nurgle Rattle.

The strange blue eyeballs on the Tzeentki's compass blinked constantly, it greedily looked at the nearby area, breathing the magical breath in the air, the compass made by the power of the Lord of All Changes could accurately determine the location of the legendary magic sucking of Felin Demon Aoi, and the army could quickly avoid the area affected by the legendary magic sucking, and would not be affected by the death magic area of the Great Desert.

What does the magic of your kingdom have to do with the magic of my chaos?

Serene, leisurely rattle ringing from the "Pin" shape of the Nurgle rattle, crisp and overflowing with love, from the fat grandfather's loving aura shrouded the army, rattle, rattle, rattle has magical power, under the shroud of the bell, the sun seems to be less vicious, breathing is not so painful, even the blisters on the body are scabbed.

The Nurgle rattle was powerful enough to keep the army going through the desert.

Not only that, Aaron bought a large number of special water bags for the army, which could provide a steady supply of water for the army, and at the same time the army was also equipped with a special dry food, which tasted delicious and filling, a piece of bread was worth two or three days of normal consumption, and it was very fresh, very delicious, and it did not taste like reserve food at all.

The soldiers gave it a nice name - Hextech Cake.

"Damn, why did you send all the dragons to the Middle Route Army!" Snow Elf sister Ivanna, riding an extremely fierce half-griffin, complained to her brother, Baron Reyrta of Deep Snow, "It would be nice to have the help of dragons." ”

"There are more than 10,000 adventurers led by Lord Egil." Reerta said with a blank face, "The power of the dragon is a must. ”

"Norrington, our team of five thousand has been assigned two Chaos Hell Cannons!" The previous Purple Dragon Knight, the current Sacred Tree Knight Ramsey, also rode a fierce half-griffin, he clenched his hands into fists, and the golden armor in the yellow sand did not hide the brilliant color in the gale: "You must seize the opportunity to perform." ”

"I don't need you to say it, I'm a holy warrior, I can be a holy slash, I can be aura, and I can ahhh ”

"Although my troops have not been assigned hell cannons, I will also try." The son of the Minister of Shipping, Havre glanced at Maximian with a little grievance.

Why didn't you get the Chaos Hell Cannon, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

Our group of people are all trained in the formal military of the hand, and only you, Havre, are the purple dragon knights who are halfway through the monks.

Maximian complained in his heart, out of the experience of being exiled, his cousin has always disliked this kind of guy from the royal cabinet, but his cousin's years of martial monk penance have made Maximian already develop the habit of being moody, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are slightly relaxed, but they are quickly entangled.

"What about Doherty?" He found that he didn't know when, Doherty was gone.

After thinking about it, Maximian called Robert, because the cousin knew that Doherty was unlikely to listen to anyone other than Robert, Baron of Welf.

Robert soon dared to come, his cousin wore a white turban, a white linen gown, the Mithril chain mail and steel gauntlets occasionally peeked out from under the gown, he had two Moradin spear heads hanging from his waist, and Moradin sausages on his back, and there was no shortage of swords and shields, and Robert also wore a bull face mask of a terrible demon on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"The Tzeentch Compass has been spotted ahead, so I let Doherty go up with his men." Robert said naturally.

Maximian frowned, and Baron Suplin said in a low voice: "I'm in a hurry, the Great Sword Battalion is the elite of my left army, how can it be pressed up at the beginning?" ”

Robert didn't care, he pulled Maximian and said: "You want us to make the first move, this first blow to seize the Great Desert must be initiated by you, the commander of the Left Route Army, Baron Maximian, I, the Truth Choir, Baron Welf, Robert, we are the brothers of His Royal Highness the General, the dearest and dearest brothers!" ”

"If we strike the first blow, it will be a great help to Aaron's reputation, and to the reputation of the two branches of the Salian family, Welf and the Supran family, Mark, you won't be satisfied with the title of baron, right? The Great Desert is at least six times the size of Cormier! ”

"So I have planned it a long time ago, our Left Route Army will do it first and leave an immortal reputation!"

The cousin is rarely very serious, there is no giggling, he has already decided that he wants to assist Aaron to achieve hegemony, and naturally he will not let go of any opportunity.

Oh?

Maximi was surprised, I didn't expect this guy Robert to be the same as I thought?

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw joy in each other's eyes.

Done!

It's just that Maximian sighed slightly, thinking that although this thing was done correctly, it was not well chosen, although Doherty had followed Aaron very early, this guy was a half-orc after all.

In Maximian's conception, the first blow should be delivered by the Ninth Shepherd Legion, a human veteran of Susar's origin...... Half-elf is also okay, who made Lady Eleanor half-elf?

But on this level, Maximian felt that he didn't need to make it clear to Robert, and besides, to let a naturalized orc fire the first blow, wouldn't it reflect the unity of my green Veron race, and the human elf half-orc dwarf family?

Robert was right when he said that a baron really could not satisfy his appetite for Maximian Suplin.

At the very least, let's restore the status of the actual earl like my grandfather!

Ahead of the army, the half-orc Juggernaut, the champion of the Sadistic Horti, with his bare arms and a long brass knife clenched in both hands, marched through the sea of sand like an ascetic, refusing to accept the guidance of the Tzeentch Compass and the protection of Nurgle's rattle.

Doherty used his flesh to resist the scorching sun of the Aenochoch Desert, his skin to withstand the heat and scorching, and he struggled to brave the wind, chanting the holy names of the Sadistic Sadists, searching for blood and skulls that could be sacrificed.

Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice skull!

The Yellow Sand Road in the world is my cultivation ground!

As if in response to Doherty's prayer, a sharp whistle blew suddenly and without warning, and suddenly a group of dark clouds rushed out of the flying yellow sand.

No, not dark clouds, but more than twenty black-clad cavalrymen armed with scimitars, wearing long armor and riding camels!

The sand obscured their hooves, the yellow sand obscured their vision, and the black-clad cavalry smirked and spotted new prey.

Catch a lonely!

Looking at the black-clothed cavalry that swept in an instant, covering it like a whirlwind, Doherty also smiled and flipped the blade of the brass long knife.

Caught more than 20 singles!

The first blow of the sun and the moon!

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