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

Dele sat on the horse, rising and falling with the saddle, staring expressionlessly at the horizon connecting the dust and clouds.

Dark and blurry.

Just like the same old thing.

After several seconds, with the respectful reminder from his subordinates, Dele turned his horse's head and looked straight ahead.

The "gate" blocked by more than a dozen men and horses, the hard sandy ground that was flattened by force, the fortresses stacked up and down behind, the guards standing solemnly, and the cross and double-star flags flying in the air.

Of course, there is also a flag that shines like stars in the mist.

Stardust Battle Flag.

Just like the same old thing.

As expected, a group of camp guards came forward, arrogantly.

They clashed with Dele's team. The two sides quarreled, yelled, pushed, and collided.

Like two stallions feeding from the same stable.

Dele ignored it and let the situation develop, just taking out the water bladder from the saddle bag.

In Xihuang, the tongue will tell you faster than the eyes

The desert is not far away.

When Dele swallowed his third sip of water and his guard captain pointed angrily at the flag behind him, the conflict reached its climax. Both sides, who were glaring at each other in anger, could no longer suppress their emotions. They drew their knives and drew their swords, and raised their bows and crossbows.

His personal guards gave the order, and hundreds of horsemen immediately dispersed into battle formation.

The camp guards behind the gate rushed out and surrounded them tightly with gnashing teeth.

And Dele also caught a glimpse of more than a dozen magic guns and city guard crossbows poking out of the crenels from the observation deck high up, aiming towards them.

The tense atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.

Just like the same old thing.

Dele, who was still riding the horse, snorted lowly.

He raised the water bag again and swallowed the fourth sip of water gracefully and effortlessly.

Then, of course, at the last moment, "Galloping Horse" Frank appeared at the door at the right time, sternly stopped his standing army soldiers, and then came to Dele with all etiquette and respect, asking him to forgive the royal standing army for "extraordinary times".

"Necessary vigilance.

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

Then, Frank, who looked much older than eleven years ago, welcomed them joyfully and warmly on behalf of Baron Blade Tooth.

By the way, I would like to sincerely apologize for the fact that the Baron is busy with business and cannot come to greet you.

Just like the same old thing.

So, their team entered the camp with disdain and hostility, walked onto the main road, and faced the noisy crowd.

Dele then lost the laziness and fatigue on the road, straightened his back, tightened his shoulders, and allowed his beloved horse "Saber" to move forward leisurely but gracefully, quietly but still vigilantly, with the guards on both sides riding on the horse, doing their duty.

They conscientiously raised their whips to clear the way, the queue was neat and the momentum was majestic.

The noisy camp fell silent.

In confusion and surprise, people all over the street stared at the group of them blankly for about five seconds.

Then, the first group of people stared, trembled, covered their mouths with their hands, and let out suppressed screams.

They yelled and pointed at the big flag behind Dele, telling those who didn't react what that flag represented.

Facing all kinds of eyes, Dele tightened his muscles, whether it was his back, arms or cheeks.

Just like the same old thing.

About three seconds later, the crowd exploded.

Amid an ear-splitting uproar comparable to that of a siege battle, Dele's guard captain skillfully lifted the reins and stepped forward with a fierce look on his face. His specially made long whip made a beautiful spin in the air, making a warning blast.

"Give way!"

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

Then, the crowds that crowded the street and blocked the procession dispersed in a chaotic situation.

Among them were the hurried footsteps running back and forth, the urgent cries of those who were 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 stolen in the chaos.

Until the end, only those figures were left on the sides of the road and in the streets and alleys. Most people tried to squeeze their bodies closer into the corners, while showing awe or curiosity in their eyes, and sneaking towards Dele's team from time to time.

At a glance, many of them focus on Dele.

Just like the same old thing.

With hundreds of years of accumulated prestige and ingrained knowledge, at least in this land, few people dare to fight against the flag behind Dele.

rare.

but.

Not without.

Dele's eyes swept across the streets mixed with dust and filth, and he looked away from the two sneaky and slovenly gangsters. Before he could react, the guards who were patrolling the road and clearing the way came forward and gave him a whip.

, beating the two men until they crawled away from the empty street crying and howling.

Dele looked at the sand and dust raised by the whip and nonchalantly pulled up his mask to cover his mouth and nose.

It has been eleven years since he last came to Blade Tooth Camp, and the haze of the desert war has long gone.

But Blade Tooth Camp is still the same as before.

Chaos, blood, and filth.

Even the few fortresses of charred houses that had obviously been burnt to rubble recently did not look out of place.

Just like their Western Wilderness.

When he was a child, Dele's father used to be full of drunkenness and ferocity. When he whipped him, he actually whipped the servants, because every time after his father woke up from alcohol, if he found any wounds on his body, he would get angry and punish the servants with torture.

Because when they didn't take good care of the little master, they told Dele Xihuang what it was like before.

A land that is free, wild, rich in gold, simple, unrestrained, and accessible to all directions. It is also crowded with all kinds of exotic beauties and all the fine wines from the entire continent.

And everything can be solved with a sword.

That is the Western Wilderness.

Their paradise.

Of course, Dele had never seen the Western Wilderness that his father was talking about.

In fact, he spent most of his childhood and adulthood away from his hometown.

One night when he was eight years old, Dele's alcoholic father ran into his room as usual, staggering around and trying to "teach him something."

His mother, after being reminded by the servants as usual, hurried over as usual to take Dele away.

Only that time, his father was very drunk.

superb.

That time, what my drunken father touched was not a riding crop.

But a sword.

That sword is very sharp.

Too sharp.

Dele suddenly felt that the color in front of his eyes suddenly turned a little redder.

He adjusted his sitting posture unnaturally and subconsciously pressed his back shoulders to dispel the bright red in front of his eyes.

The scar from decades ago still seems to be aching.

Everything can be solved with a sword.

Thinking about his father's words, Dele snorted softly.

He remembered that on their wedding night, when his wife timidly asked him where the scar on his back came from, and he answered "battlefield" with a sullen face, his wife, who was almost still a half-grown child, looked half shocked.

It's also an expression of admiration.

battlefield.

My husband is a true warrior, my wife said, her soft fingers touching the scar with pride and reverence in her eyes.

Thinking of this, Dele tightened his fingers on the horse's reins.

Bullshit battlefield.

Bullshit.

His breathing quickened.
To be continued...