Chama looked a little bad and shook his head and said, "You don't know. I also heard from an old adventurer who has been here. The terrain and climate in this desert are too strange, so the mirages that appear will always be fixed.
All things reflect a fixed distance in the same direction. In other words, although what we see now is a phantom, the real things are just farther away in this direction."
"How far is that?" asked Rodhart.
"I don't know much. Maybe it's a few hundred miles away, but it must be in this direction."
"Yeah, let's go." Rodhart said lightly. "Since you already know the direction, it's probably going to be soon."
"You're crazy!" Chama finally couldn't help but scream. "Do you know what that is? That's the legendary Shadow Rotary Mountain."
"It's okay, keep going." The young knight still seemed so calm, but his face seemed to be more determined.
Chama's pupils contracted into a small black dot, and he looked at the young man and asked word by word: "Did... you were going to go there?"
The knight did not answer, but looked at the phantom of the mountains in the distance. Although it was a phantom, his eyes were as hard as steel. After many days of walking in the desert, the wind and sand had already made him look a little feminine.
The face was covered with scars, the hardest granite scar that experienced wind and sand.
Taking a deep breath, Chama took a step back on the camel and said, "I'm sorry. Knight. I probably can only send you to this place, which is not something I can go there. I'm sorry.
I broke up with you here, please forgive me. I am just an ordinary person and I dare not go to that place. No matter how much money you give you, I will not go..."
"Yeah, okay, it's hard for you." The knight turned his head and looked at him, not surprised. In fact, the biggest reason why this desert can make countless people afraid to enter is not because of the environment here. But because behind the desert
The shadowy mountain range, where the deepest part of that mountain range is almost synonymous with fear, death, and darkness in the hearts of people on the entire continent. Diya Valley. No one is willing to approach there.
"The only way left is to ask Lord Knight, you go by yourself. I will turn around here and go back. I only have one third of the water and food, oh. One quarter of it is enough... I know the way ahead of you
It's hard to leave. You must ensure sufficient physical strength. I will use this water and food to support the place I go out..."
The expression on Chama's face now is the expression of a man whose ancestors faced the loess and their backs were facing the sky for three generations, and the cowardice of men growing up under their mother's skirt since childhood. And this requirement is almost the same as
There is no difference between begging for mercy.
There was no way. When Chama discovered that the purpose of this year's light knight was actually that mountain range, he recalled some stories that were just nonsense.
There are indeed very few people who go deep into this desert for a strange purpose. If only one out of ten thousand adventurers will enter the desert, then there is a chance of one out of ten thousand.
There will be such people. They are not for the legendary treasures, but for the Shadow Roll Mountains, and enter the Diya Valley. They become the legendary necromancers.
The word madman is no longer enough to describe such people. They are determined to become necromancers, regardless of whether they have this ability or not. At least they may be more dangerous mentally than necromancers. So when facing such people, be cautious
, Be careful is the best attitude. Although one-quarter of the water and food are indeed difficult to support until you get out of the desert, three-quarters should be enough to let the other party reach the Shadow Rotary Mountains.
Sure enough, the young knight looked at Chama and smiled and said, "I know, thank you for your hard work these days. I would never be able to get here without your help." Even so, his smile still looked very moving and friendly.
He was kind and tender, as if he was thanking his closest old friend.
Chama quickly bent down and nodded, with a more humble smile on his face. He said carefully, "King, should you pay me a little more for the remuneration you promised me..."
"Of course, this is what you deserve." The Knight reached into the cup and took out a few gold coins.
Chama quickly jumped off the camel, bowed his head and walked to the knight. His face was filled with careful smiles, spreading his hands flat and holding his back with the other. This was the most noble guest for the nomads in the desert.
The highest etiquette. His expression, expression, tone, body, and the whole person now look soft, friendly, humble and respectful.
But the moment the knight jumped off the camel and put his hand holding the gold coins in front of him to let go, his whole body suddenly moved like an explosion.
Logically speaking, a person like this who has completely weakened his whole body and is even soft in his posture cannot make such rapid movements, but he did it. His whole body is indeed soft, but he can help him.
The hands holding my waist were always tight as if they were almost broken. Every anal flesh and tendons were in a state of near limits, gathering the energy of the whole body and holding the short hand behind her.
Scimitar. Just as the knight's hand was released, he took out the knife.
The power and speed of this sword can drive his whole body together. The moment he took the knife, the expression on his face was no longer weak, and he was so fierce that he was hungry for a hundred years by fighting spirit and murderous intent.
lion.
The desert nomads will always survive in battle, and even the most humble posture can become the most fierce killer move. What's more, Chama himself has studied this way of making a knife, and he can definitely use this posture to make a knife.
He was one of the fastest people in the tribe. He once used this method to surrender and kill a templar warrior from the Holy See in a team of crusaders.
Water and food were enough to be a reason for his desperate bet.
At this moment, even the scorching sun in the sky was slightly inferior. The sword light drawn by the short sword was still so dazzling even in such light and in the desert. The explosion-like sound of breaking the wind came from afar.
The sword light followed by blood. The bright red color added a touch of gorgeous embellishment to this dyingly monotonous background under the strong sunlight. Chama could clearly see his knife that was brighter than the sun.
A light flashed past the young knight, and then a bloody color spread out overwhelmingly.
The knife light rose from the bottom to the top, and finally gradually weakened and slowed down, and it became a knife, and there was a broken hand tightly at the hilt of the knife. Then Chama realized that the blood light was actually from his body.
It is sent out from your own hands and from your headless body...
"I'm sorry, let alone a quarter, not to mention a quarter, even a forty-one of food and water cannot be given to you. You are right, I must maintain enough physical strength." The young knight put his sword in the sheath.
Looking at the shaking corpse in front of me, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, reached out to hold the corpse, aimed his mouth at the broken head where blood was pouring out, and took a long sip.
"Salt is consumed faster than I imagined, not enough..." There is a lot of salt in the animal's blood, but it cannot be eaten too much and is difficult to digest. So after drinking only two sips of the young knight, he let go of the corpse and left it.
The blood from the broken neck of the corpse continued to gulp out and seeped into the hot sand below.
He tied the two camels together, jumped onto the camel and looked at the mountains in the distance and began to move forward. His face and body were already covered with blood, and some blood began to dry out and crack on his face because of the high temperature and dryness of baking.
Even so, his face did not look like a hideous and terrifying look. Looking at the phantom that was unknown how far away, his face was full of calmness and almost pious determination, like a pilgrimage...