The storm passed, Kahn came out of the hole, everything around him had changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was the yellow sand everywhere he saw.

Kasha pulled the camel out of the cave because the fear implanted in the past caused it to be irreversible. Now the camel is unable to stand firmly, and it takes a lot of effort to pull it out.

Including the camel's perspective, the period in the cave was simply worse than death for it.

"It's so pitiful, drink some water to suppress your shock." Kahn gave the water he drank to the poor camel as compensation.

Out of instinct, the camel tilted his head and drank the water. After all, in the desert, thirst is the greatest enemy of life.

"If we were riding Scarash this time, we wouldn't have to dig a hole to avoid the storm." Kasha spread her hands helplessly, and she didn't want to scare the camel like this.

"I want to know that there will be sandstorms, so I will find one."

Scarash is a giant pack beast with long four hooves and short necks, and is regarded as a totem worship. Because of its tall figure, this pack beast is enough to carry a single wooden house on each side.

If you encounter a sandstorm, you can squat down on the spot to prevent the strong wind from blowing down. Then you can hide in the wooden house it carries with you and safely avoid the wind and sand.

Although the storm had passed, the cold night had not passed. The two found a dead poplar tree, cut it down and then set up a bonfire. Although the tree survived the storm, it had not survived. However, it was considered as if it could continue to create value after death.

The two of them sat by the bonfire wearing blankets to keep warm. When the cold wind blew, they still shivered, but it was a different kind of fun to talk like this.

After repairing for a night, when I woke up the next day, the camel's mental state became much more normal, so the two of them continued to set off again.

There are not sandstorms every day, only the scorching sun is still scorching the earth. As a desert man, Kasha has a strong sense of direction and has successfully left the vast desert with Kahn.

Leaving the golden sea of ​​sand behind him, Kasha arrived at the small valley where they were born.

"It's here! We're back!" She happily got off the camel and jumped, like the little girl from that time.

She would rather walk through this section of the road, and it felt very different when she stepped on the path of her hometown.

Kahn saw that she was walking down to the camel, and she felt comfortable down-to-earth. Kahn walked for a while and didn't forget to come back to hold Kahn's hand. Their relationship has been recognized by the elders, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

But the joy changed quickly. Kahn felt Katha grabbing his hand and pinch it again and again.

"Are you so nervous that you start to get your hands?" Kahn suddenly started joking.

Kasha glanced at him and did not take up the topic. She stopped and lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "In the past three years since I went out, I have not written a letter to my father, and I don't know how he is doing. Are you blaming me?"

"This is also impossible. We are undecided and it is too remote here. Letters cannot be sent here." Kahn began to comfort her, feeling timid in the countryside, and it is normal for human nature.

After all, this world does not have developed logistics and communication methods like the earth. The spread of information is very limited and many feelings cannot be conveyed.

Not only is it difficult to return a letter from home, but even love letters.

Cars, horses, and emails are all slow.

Only enough to love one person in your life.

"If you think about it a different way of thinking, uncle didn't know that you were back, and suddenly he couldn't be too happy to see you, so how could he blame you?" Kahn pulled Kasha's hand and the two of them walked around again.

"I hope so..."

In fact, Kahn was also very nervous. He had been thinking about whether to change his uncle's name to Father-in-law Kasardin, but if he called that, the other party knew that he and Kasard had taken that step.

...

After climbing over the valley, Kahn saw the ruins of the village at a glance.

The former village was swallowed by the void and only quicksand and gravel were left, a huge crack that bridged the ground, heralding the disaster that had suffered here.

"There is a house there, I remember not before, and it was my father's business." Kasha pointed to a room in the corner of the valley, which was very conspicuous on the deserted land.

"Go and take a look."

The two led the camel to the front of the hut. Kahn saw a few sheep in the sheep pen next to him, and immediately confirmed that the room was inhabited. Kahsha looked at these familiar sheep animals and seemed to remember some bad memories, which was magical and dazed.

He didn't say anything, but just patted Kasha on the shoulder to prepare her, and he came to the door and knocked on the wooden door.

"Is anyone here?"

"Is there no one?"

"Sorry, we're coming in."

Seeing that no one responded, Kahn pushed open the wooden door without authorization.

The house is very clean and spotless. It is rare in such a place, which also shows that this house is often taken care of.

"This smell is not wrong with my father! This is the house where my father lives." Kasha walked into the room and looked around. Although she didn't see anything that could represent Kasadin, she recognized him through the remaining smell in the house.

"Where has he been?" Kasha wanted to know where Kasardin would go alone.

"Maybe there are crops he grows nearby? Or you're going out to mow grass and feed the sheep," Kahn replied.

If a person wants to survive, a stable source of food and water must be indispensable, and cultivation is essential.

He vaguely remembered that before something happened here, there was a grassland that specialized in herding sheep.

"Do you want to find him?" Kahn asked Kahn, who looked at the sky and replied, "It's getting dark, and my uncle should come back when he goes out. Let's take our luggage in and stay in the house and wait for him, and give him a surprise."

At Kahn's suggestion, Kahsha waited honestly in the house until dark. But as time got late, she gradually began to unable to sit still.

"It's been dark for a while, why haven't my father come back yet!" Kasha paced back and forth in the room, restless.

"..." Kahn didn't know what was wrong. In this case, it was impossible to visit his neighbor's house. He was the only one here, no one else.

"No, I'm not at ease. I'm going to go out to find him!" She suddenly slapped the table and decided, then covered her void skin armor.

The sudden halo switched Kasha's vision, allowing her to see the aura of Kasardin she had smelled before - the breath of a living person.

A few wisps of magic remained in the air, which was the magical light emitted from Kasardin.

Although it is very weak and insignificant, the void predators can still feel it and are attracted by it.
Chapter completed!