As if to confirm Old John's words just now, a pillar of sand suddenly exploded in front of the caravan, which frightened the camels to retreat, and several of them fell to the ground without standing firmly.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of popping was endless, and the pillars of sand that rose to the sky suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and something seemed to be wriggling in the shadows of the sand, and everyone stared wide as they retreated, and they were horrified to see countless giant insects breaking through the sand.

"It's a group of earth dragons! this can't be!" Old John fell to the ground in despair, and his shock was beyond words.

The Earth Dragon is a ferocious beast that dwells in the depths of the desert, and the story of it has been passed down for generations among the desert people, but in fact very few people have been able to see it with their own eyes, because they spend their entire lives underground, let alone appear on the surface in such unusual groups.

"It's not like this is the depths of the desert, why do fierce beasts like sand crocodiles and earth dragons appear here!" the man who was drinking also sat down and muttered.

"This is the omen of the end times!" said old John, who was over sixty years old, and began to weep.

In the fable that John Sr. heard since he was a child, the earth dragon is a huge earthworm that looks like a magnified hundreds of times, with terrifying mouthparts and keen perception, quicksand, earthquakes, and the disappearance of entire tribes overnight, and their appearance will invite calamity, and it is an absolutely ominous legendary creature.

Hundreds of earth dragons leaped into the air, shimmering green in the darkness, dense, coherent, and endless, making people almost have the illusion of being in a dream, covering the sky and the sun, as if they were the real masters of the desert.

The people of the caravan raised their heads one after another, with a psychedelic look in their eyes, but they vaguely saw a few small black dots falling in mid-air, and when they looked closely, they were actually humans.

The group of earth dragons burrowed into the desert, leaving several huge circular sand pits on the ground, and in the middle of them several figures lay motionless on the ground, and there were two strangely dressed people standing next to them.

"Hey, old man, what are you talking nonsense?" a tall, thin man with curly brown chestnut hair and a strange pattern all over his body squinted and sneered:

"What a doomsday sign, joke! I brought these earth dragons here!"

Old John was stunned for a moment, looked at the chestnut-haired man carefully, and asked, "Are you from the desert clan?"

Although the desert tribe is distributed in many different tribes, they have very distinct things in common in appearance, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and wide mountain roots, which are not difficult to identify as long as they are familiar.

"You are a member of the desert clan, why should you let the desert fall into disaster!"

"It's not a disaster, it's glory! The beast tide once in a decade, under my leadership, will be ten times more fierce this time, a hundred times, as long as the steel fortress is broken, the turtles inside are not allowed to be slaughtered!"

The chestnut-haired man apparently disagreed with Old John's statement, and immediately retorted.

"You are also a man of the desert, what good will it do you to the all-out war between the tribes and the Federation of the desert at that time?" Old John could only sigh.

"The desert people have lost their blood for too long, only blood can awaken them, only more people like me stand up, the desert people will not be ridden by the Federation forever, and they will survive in this environment all their lives!"

There was a frenzy burning in his eyes, This is his strongest faith, leading the desert people to rebellion against the Federation and to glory.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!" said old John, whose lips trembled in anger, and stamped his foot repeatedly.

"Old man, I don't think you should be angry, whether you can survive today is still a matter of two words. “

There was a gloomy voice next to him, and he couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman.

"Mr. Jin, after all, he is from our desert clan, can you let him go?"

The chestnut-haired man looked at the man who was shrouded in a black cloak and said.

"Sorry Eli, we can't afford any surprises in our plans. ”

He bent down slightly to apologize, and a faint white light bloomed from the cloak that could not see his face clearly, and looked at Old John, whose eyes were distracted, and he saw the desert shake, and countless skeleton soldiers woke up from the ground and walked towards him like a wave, and he ran backwards screaming, but found that there were also skeletons standing behind him, and he was so frightened that he drew his scimitar and slashed forward.

"Let's go, let's change places first. ”

Mr. King turned and walked backwards, without even looking at them, and old John behind him was already in a vain fight to the death, and even everyone in the caravan raised their blades and slashed at their best friends, blood splattered red the desert, and there was nothing around them.

Early the next morning.

A hundred kilometers from here.

Solid dirt roads, cascading stone buildings, babbling springs converge into clear streams that irrigate the land on both sides, tall date palm trees decorate the yellow sand-filled wilderness with greenery, and farther away there is a large river that rises out of nowhere, which is called Siwa in the language of the locals, which means the place where the desert god Nuwasis is blessed.

This is the third oasis, covering an area of 3,000 square kilometers, inhabited by the Siwa ethnic group.

Looking closer, the water of the Xiwa River is clear and pure, and near the upper reaches of the river, you can see a lonely house, a traditional stone building, with smoke rising from the house, straight to the sky.

Yang Ji smelled the sweet fragrance, woke up slowly, and was delighted to find that he was still alive, but the skin and flesh of one hand were completely black.

He had another dream.

There was still a sound of water in the dream, the mysterious and dazzling golden droplets, but this time I heard a strange sound, as if whispering, next to his ear and kept repeating and repeating, but I couldn't hear clearly, there was light in the dark with the sound of the sound on and off, but I couldn't see clearly, what did I want to convey?

When I woke up, I found that there were a few more people around me, all of whom were lying on the ground tied up behind their backs.

The others he didn't know, but one of them was Li Yue, who had a holiday with him.

They were all still unconscious, and in front of them sat a man with chestnut curly hair, fanning the fire, from which bursts of aroma emanated.

"Little friend, how did you get poisoned?"

An indistinguishable voice sounded behind his ears, and he shifted his body and turned his head to see Mr. Kim shrouded in a black cloak.

"I met a villain on the road, thanks to being rescued by a master, but it is inevitable that the corpse will enter the body. Yang Ji sighed.

"Indeed, if the toxicity is still there, you are dead. However, someone plucked out the corpse poison for you, so the corpse qi will not kill you immediately, just let it continue to develop, not only will you not be able to save your hand, but your life will be soon. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I can help you, but on one condition. ”

Mr. Jin squatted down in front of Yang Ji, and it was dark in the cloak, and he couldn't see his face and expression clearly.