"This should be the Theron Gobi, sir."

The orcs stood up and Olkash said: "I went to the Grand Canyon of Mostel, accompanied by the flying apes to the top and overlooked the Gobi Desert from above."

As he said that, Olkash raised his head, looked around for a while, and pointed in a direction: "Look, you can vaguely see the outline of the Grand Canyon here."

The vision of dragons is much wider than that of orcs. Caesar looks in the direction of orcs, and his eyes penetrate the vast sand and dust. Olkash can only blur the outline of the analysis, but the black dragon can see it quite clearly.

At the end of my sight, the winding and steep canyon is majestic and magnificent. This is the only sight you can see in the desert. It is the settlement of the Flying Ape tribe and a natural pass fortress. It is the only way for the northern countries to go to Mangye and Ludu.

"The old wizard cannot control the location of the teleportation?"

The skin on Caesar's forehead was whispered: "How could we come here?"

Before this, they had discussed with each other and were preparing to go to the unknown West to avoid the power of human beings and the Green Capital.

As a result, the old wizard finally sent them to the south.

Theron Gobi is desolate and silent, and its resources are even scarce than the wilderness. It is not an ideal habitat at all. Moreover, this place borders the northern countries, and human cavalry can reach here in only half a day.

"The old patriarch should want us to seek help from the Feiyuan tribe. The relationship between the clan and the Feiyuan tribe has always been very good."

Olkash responded.

"No." Heilong shook his head muffled. This was simply a wrong decision.

The situation was urgent at that time, and I'm afraid Sf would not have time to think carefully. Roy and Sylvia would immediately search in this large area, and the Theron Gobi and Mostel Grand Canyon could not avoid their eyes at all.

Even if the gods from the sky were allowed to escape the search of Green Dragon and Roy and take root here, what could it be possible to achieve with just one flying ape clan?

This area is extremely scarce in terms of resources and population, and there is no room for upward development.

"We have to go west," said Caesar. "Let's go now."

After saying that, the black dragon identified the direction, spread its huge wings, and prepared to fly into the sky.

"Please wait, Lord Ortorunso."

Gal called him, stepped forward two steps and took out a roll of parchment from the lining of the heavy armor: "The patriarch said, if we finally come to Therongobi, I will give this to you."

Caesar looked back at the roll of parchment and paused.

What Sf left for himself?

He vaguely remembered that this was something that Sf gave to Gal after the evacuation plan was formulated. At that time, the old wizard was still telling Gal something in detail, muttering something in his mouth.

But Caesar was thinking about other things at the time, so he didn't pay attention to asking.

Gal was still going to get closer, but the black dragon's tail claws had already come to him and took the sheepskin scroll.

“Is this… map?”

Caesar squinted. Although the sheepskin was old and slightly damaged, the picture above was quite precise and detailed. This was a hand-drawn map that had just been completed, marked with annotations in the orc language that the black dragon could not understand.

SF actually left a map for himself?

Moreover, according to Gal, the old wizards seemed to know that they might come to the Theron Gobi.

However, if the migration destination was in the West according to their previous arrangements, it was discussed with SF, and the old wizard did not object at the time.

If it weren't for the Green Dragon, they wouldn't have come to this place.

So, SF had all this ready since then?

The old orcs predicted that they might encounter irresistible dangers and needed to escape through teleportation spells. Even their own death and sending them to the Theron Gobi have been arranged.

this……

"Old Wizard."

Caesar sighed, not knowing what to say. If Esph's wisdom was not limited by the shackles of racial talent, his achievements would never stop at the great wizard. Logically speaking, legends could not limit the footsteps of the elder.

The black dragon looked at the parchment paper and couldn't help but smile. The map he gave him marked the annotation with the orc language that dragons do not understand and do not want to learn.

Caesar remembered the situation when he secretly cursed the old orcs when he first met, and choked and said softly: "Look, I didn't leave them."

The black dragon returned the parchment paper to Dijjar and asked him to translate it.

“dspalawake.”

Gal pointed to the first annotation, first pronounced it in authentic orc language, and then translated it into the common term: "The Endless Wild."

“Laruahama. The remains of the city.”

“sakalakama, immortal statue.”

At this time, a female orc answered, holding a roll of parchment in her hand, which seemed to have the same content written: "Frepelasa, burning flames."

"Hidden gate." Another orc answered. It seemed that in order to prevent accidents, SF also copied several copies and handed them to different ethnic groups.

"The connected world." The orc has finished translation.

The black dragon narrowed his eyes and retrieved the map in Gal's hand, connecting the comments translated one by one: "The ruins of the wilderness city, the flames of the statues, and the gates connect to the world."

"Are there any town ruins nearby?" he asked, wanting to verify the map so that he would not have a waste of time.

The orcs looked at each other. Most of them lived in the wilderness all their lives, and had never visited the outside world and knew very little about the Theron Gobi.

"It seems... there is."

Olkash spoke again. This guy was illiterate, so he had been silent before. Now he finally had a chance to speak. His lips squirmed and said slightly hesitantly: "I heard from the Fei Ape Clan that there was indeed a city in the Theron Gobi, but it was abandoned a thousand years ago and has long been covered by yellow sand."

"His Majesty."

At this time, the leader of the werewolf, Hogg interrupted and came to Caesar: "The orc's statement is wrong, and that city still exists."

When saying this, Hogg glanced at Gal and Olkashh, paused one by one before continuing to state: "The place was not buried by yellow sand, and it was very eye-catching near the southwest, with the dead appearing in it."

"The Undead?" The Black Dragon turned his eyes to look at him. Hog's half-kneeling position was even higher than Gal and closer to him.

"Just some low-level undead, wise-free skeletons."

Hogg couldn't help but show his fangs: "The gnolls can easily bite them."

“Is there anything else special?”

Caesar asked, it seemed that Hog had been to the Theron Gobi and went deep into the abandoned city... Nowadays, even the werewolves have some stories on them.

"No, that's an ordinary abandoned city, your majesty." Hogg responded.

"Then let's go."

The black dragon flapped his wings and rushed into the sky, wanting to see what Sf left him: "Let's set off."
Chapter completed!