. The yellow sand is still ethereal, and the early sun is still hazy.

Delok sat on his horse, rising and falling with his saddle, staring blankly at the horizon that connected the dust and the clouds.

Gray and blurry.

It's like the old way.

After a few seconds, after a respectful reminder from his subordinates, Dele turned his horse's head and looked straight ahead

More than a dozen "gates" blocked by horses, the hard sand that was forcibly trampled on, the fortress groups that were stacked high and low, the guards who stood solemnly and solemnly, and the cross and double star flags fluttering in the air.

And, of course, there is a flag that shines like a fog and a star.

Stardust Battle Banner.

It's like the old way.

Not surprisingly, a group of camp guards stepped forward, swaggering.

They clashed with Dele's team, ranging from squabbles and yelling to pushing and colliding.

Like two stallions eating in the same trough in the stable.

Dele didn't care, let things unfold, and just fished out the water bladder from the saddle bag on his own.

In the Western Wilderness, the tongue will tell you faster than the eyes

The desert is not far away.

And when Dele swallowed the third saliva of water, and the captain of his personal guard angrily pointed to the flag behind him, the conflict reached a climax, and the two sides could no longer suppress their emotions, and drew their swords and stretched their bows and crossbows.

As soon as his guards gave the order, hundreds of horsemen immediately dispersed into battle formation.

The camp guards behind the gate poured out, gritting their teeth and surrounding them tightly.

And Dele also caught a glimpse of a dozen magic guns and crossbows poking out of the battlements on the high lookout and aiming at them.

Tensions are on the verge of blowing.

It's like the old way.

Dele, still on his horse, snorted lowly.

He lifted the bladder again and swallowed his fourth mouthful gracefully and freely.

Then, of course, at the last moment, Frank "galloping horse" appeared at the door just in time, sternly stopped his standing soldiers, and then came to Dele with great courtesy and respect, and asked him to forgive the royal standing army for the necessary vigilance in "extraordinary times".

It's as if they really have "normal times".

Then, Frank, who looked much older than he had been eleven years ago, welcomed them with joy and warmth on behalf of Baron Bladetooth.

By the way, I sincerely apologize for the baron's own busy affairs and not coming to welcome him.

It's like the old way.

So, with disdain and hostility, their team crossed into the camp and into the main road, where they were greeted by a cacophony of people.

Dele, on the other hand, faded away from the lazy fatigue of the road, straightened his back, tightened his shoulders, and let his beloved horse "Sabre" leisurely and elegantly, quietly and vigilantly marching, and the guards on both sides rode on horses, dutifully whipping the way, the queue was neat and majestic.

The noisy camp is quiet.

Confused and surprised, the people on the street first glanced at their group of people in a daze, about five seconds.

Then, the first group glared, trembled, put their hands over their mouths, and let out a suppressed whisper.

They shouted and pointed to the big flag behind Dele, telling those who didn't react what the flag represented.

In the face of all kinds of eyes, Dele tensed his muscles, whether it was his lower back, his arms, or his cheeks.

It's like the old way.

About three seconds later, the crowd exploded.

In a deafening uproar comparable to a siege battle, the captain of Dele's personal guard expertly lifted the reins forward, his face fierce, and the specially made long whip made a beautiful whirlwind in the air, sending out a warning explosion.

"Get out of the way!"

The captain's echo echoed through the fortress for more than a second.

Then, the crowd that filled the street and blocked the line dispersed in a chaotic situation.

Among them were the hurried footsteps of running back and forth, the urgent cries of being dragged down and knocked over, the complaints of merchants whose goods were scattered, and the vicious curses of those who were unlucky enough to have their belongings taken in the chaos.

Eventually, only the figures on the sides of the road and at the corners of the streets remained, and most of them tried to squeeze their bodies a little tighter into the corners, while showing awe or curiosity, and occasionally sneaking a glance at Dele's team, many of which were focused on Dele's.

It's like the old way.

Hundreds of years of prestige, at least in this land, few people dare to get along with the flag behind Dele.

Seldom.

But.

It's not that there isn't.

Dele's gaze swept across the dusty and filthy streets, retracting from the two sneaky, scruffy scoundrels, and before he could react, the guards who had already patrolled the road in front of him stepped forward and lashed them, causing them to crawl away from the empty street with tears and howls.

Dele looked at the dust kicked up by the whip and casually pulled up his mask to cover his mouth and nose.