It's a world of red, yellow, and brown, and everywhere you look, you'll see weathered stone forests of all sizes. &&&Countless canyons, caves, and stone forests form a natural hiding place, and I don't know how many dangerous people hide in the shadows and caves.

This is barren land again. There is little to be seen except rocks and sand, and at the foot of the pinnacles a few low bushes can occasionally be seen, stubbornly and tragically surviving. In this vast area of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, there is hardly a single river that runs all year round. When the rainy season comes, there are many rivers in the land, which then gradually dry up with the arrival of the dry season. The few oases are like pearls dotted on the earth, and they have become the object of desperate competition among various forces.

There are also areas of abundance in the Bloodstained Lands, but that is in the west, near the Barbarian Ancestral Plateau. Countless conflicts and battles have left that fertile soil without food, but only blood.

A gust of wind blew in his face, and Richard breathed hard, and immediately felt a dry and ** breath rush into his nasal cavity, and there were a few coarse grains of sand. Two fiery suns hung high in the sky, and the blazing sunlight was like a flowing flame, splashing on the parched earth. As far as the eye can see, the red stone pillars in the distance are like burning torches.

Just a day ago, he was wrestling with the gloom and dampness in the forest, and now he leaves the rugged and towering mountains and immediately enters a completely different world.

The land is inhabited by countless scoundrels, hooligans and robbers, and slave caravans are stained with the blood of all races. The Bloodstained Lands are mostly barren land, but they are also land of opportunity. Many of the specialties from the vast Ancestral Plateau in the west can be sold for sky-high prices in the human world. And the alchemy and magic products of the human race are also treasures that the ancestral spirit plateau competes for.

In the depths of the Bloodstained Land, it is rumored that there are still several mysterious life**, which is a chaotic area of time and space, not only surrounded by strange foreign race creatures, but also the ruins of huge treasures, so although the disordered time and space is also a great enemy for the strong, it still attracts countless gold diggers.

It was noon, and after half an hour of walking in the fiery Gobi, Richard was sweating profusely, and the others were also a little tired, so they had to find a shady place under a stone peak to rest for a while, and wait for the heat to subside a little before setting off.

When it comes to the Bloodstained Land, horses are especially important. All the horses taken from the Barony of Fosa were in the hands of the advance troops, and they had successfully crossed the borders of the Redwood Kingdom and reached the Bloodstained Lands. The advance team was followed by two speedy beasts, and as long as they were present, Richard could roughly sense the direction of the advance team.

As soon as they reached the shadow of the mountain peak, a group of people immediately collapsed in various positions and began to drink water and take a nap. Richard walked out into the sun, squinted at the two suns in the sky that seemed to be motionless, shook his head helplessly, turned back and said loudly, "Rest!

So the men struggled to get up and began to tidy up a flat area where they could rest, and they set up improvised cooking utensils and began to prepare for cooking. Richard wiped the sweat from his forehead, returned to the shadows, opened a map and studied it. The map is rudimentary, and does not even depict the outline of the Bloodstained Lands as a whole, except for the general locations of several famous oases and camps in the Bloodstained Lands in the core. It is obvious that the hand-drawn map of the wanderer is not accurate, and if it is used as a basis for progress, it will most likely be 108,000 miles away from the final goal. It's such a rudimentary map, or the loot obtained during the raid of the Temple of the God of Courage.

In this plane, a map is a priceless treasure.

The Bloodstained Lands are fraught with unpredictable dangers, and with the exception of oases and a few fixed neutral camps, large areas are completely blank on the map, with a few simple nouns written down, some recognized by place names, and some even just by the locals. The true secrets of the land's passage are in the hands of the slave caravans that have been passing through the land for many years.

But in the corner of the rough map, Richard had sketched a short route of advance, and the terrain around it, where they had previously passed. The talent for precision allowed Richard to draw complex magic arrays, let alone mapping.

The elven poet ran to Richard and asked, "Master, what are we going to do next?"

Richard pointed to a camp marker on the map and said, "Meet our men first, and once we have the horses, let's try our luck at Bloodstone Camp." Let's see if you can find a guide who is familiar with the area and find some 'work' to do. ”

Oral was a little puzzled: "Why do we go there to try our luck?"

Richard smiled and said, "From now on, we will take root in the bloodstained land." Because it's full of aliens, scum, and garbage, and now, they're our natural allies. Here, no one cares who we are or where we come from, as long as we have enough strength. ”

"Do you include the barbarians?" asked the elven poet cautiously, his face a little unnatural.

Richard gave Oral a strange look and replied, "Of course!"

The elven poet's face was now not just ugly, but a little pale. Richard began to wonder what had happened in the Elven Poet's body that had given him such a strong psychological shadow over the barbarians.

After sending Oral away, Richard walked up to the ogre Tiramisu again, patted him, and said, "Copy a few more magic scrolls." I've heard that this thing is so expensive in this plane that we're all counting on this to make a fortune. In addition, copying magic scrolls also helps to grow in magic, when will your mage level be promoted?"

Tiramisu scratched his head and said, "In about a month, I'll be a level 10 mage." ”

Ogres are different from humans in that they have less magic than human mages of the same level. A tenth-level mage is roughly the same as a human eighth-level mage.

Richard nodded, and said, "Yes, but I'm looking forward to the day when you reach the twelfth level!"

Level 12 ogres may have mutations, including a racial mutation that grows another head, or a mutation in the ability of a special bloodline that is hard to come by. Even the most common two-headed ogre mutation is good, at least tiramisu will cast a lot faster.

After a long circle and a few words with everyone, Richard found a place to sit down, took out a piece of animal skin, and continued to paint the unfinished composition. After this period of experience, Richard has fully adapted to drawing and constructing in various environments, whether it is the dark blue limited edition dwarf royal special alchemy table, or the small table thirty years ago on the floating island of Akmund, or even the stone in front of him that is only considered flat, it is exactly the same for him at this time, and it will not affect the accuracy of the magic array in the slightest.

This structure is a primary strength for Gangde, which can be increased by about 30% after being made of existing materials, so that Gangde's strength can be equivalent to that of the original Sir Mintai, and the combat power will be greatly increased.

Quicksand sat down next to Richard and watched him draw the outfit and asked, "It's not easy to be the leader?"

Richard's magic pen didn't stop, and his voice was as neat and flat as a drawn line: "Yes, you need to think about everyone and everything, and you need to know what each of you thinks." In the future, I will have the trust of you and more people, and not rely solely on the power of magical contracts to bind you to me. Even if I thought, we don't have so many scrolls of magical bondage. ”

At this time, a complete curve was drawn, and Richard put away his pen, and said thoughtfully, "But trust seems to be hard to come by." ”

Quicksand smiled lightly: "My you have already gotten." ”

Richard smiled and said, "But there are still them!"

Quicksand pulled his long hair and said, "It's also simple, you just need to take them to win a few more battles." ”

Richard nodded, "That's just as well." ”

"You seem to have forgotten someone, though. Quicksand reminded Richard.

"Who?"

"Splash. ”

"Splash?" Richard was a little strange at first, but then came to his senses. There was a soul connection between Splash and him, and Richard could sense the girl's position and consciously summon her, but that didn't mean Richard could know what she was thinking, happy or frustrated. It turned out that unintentionally, Richard had ignored her for a long time.

"I see, thank you!"

Quicksand smiled faintly and said, "Don't thank me, I'm still looking forward to the day when you can bring us back to Norland." ”

Richard also smiled and replied meaningfully: "I'm looking forward to the day before the return!"

Quicksand was stunned, then his little face was stiff, and he snorted and got up and left. However, being able to see the quicksand show an unexpected appearance made Richard feel a little accomplished.