desert!

From the deep blue coast, all the people of Zeland can see is deserts—they distinguish them as: deserts that live in humans, deserts that live in humans; deserts with bushes; deserts covered with forests; deserts with stones; deserts with rocks and deserts with moving dunes—but they are deserts, filled with countless sand and dust, barren lands that are suffocating and desperate. But as the people of the West often say, Allah was fair and reasonable in creating the whole world. He did not give Zeland abundant rain, fertile land, prolific rice and livestock, but gave it horses that had no wings but could run faster than the wind and gold hidden deep in the ground.

Centuries ago, the Zelans could not be called a real country, but could only be said to be a consortium of nearly a hundred tribes. They were constantly fighting between them - they snatched each other's flocks of hostile tribes, camels, living supplies, and even women and children. In the whirlwind blade, not only people, endurance, courage and degree have also become elements of the survival of horses in the raid. Horses that survive in the war and horses that rebreed have the highest quality and excellent bloodline - in order to retain the qualities given by Allah, any mixed species

All behaviors are strictly prohibited, so they all have distinct racial characteristics. The raised forehead is considered to have received the blessing of Allah, the arch with a high-top crown is a symbol of courage, and the raised tail shows extraordinary aura. Many tribes only have a single horse of blood, and the familiarity of these horses is even better than that of the family, the Zelans can even identify which ancestor it belongs to by the horse's fur color, body shape, and running characteristics one mile away.

So, shortly after the prayer of this morning, the tribe defenders saw the group of people running from afar, easily found the familiar shadows, and he picked up his rifle, jumped on his horse, and greeted them.

The gray light horse with reddish brown spots on its back and neck is exclusive to the royal family of Zeland. This horse is said to have carried the saints who have been in times of crisis. The blood shed from the saint left an imminent mark on it; the large skeleton, strong muscles, strong body, but particularly docile and intelligent, of course, is limited to his own master, the mount of the Foreign Minister of Zeland is one of them. He originally brought to the tribe for the guests he brought to today.

Two chestnut-brown full horses were prepared, but unfortunately, the guests had their own mounts - black horses with smooth and shiny fur. Like the most proud desert-born thoroughbred horses of the Zetians, they had long and straight limbs, thick and strong joints, broad chests, broad hooves and tough hoofs. They ran faster than the wind in the soft and difficult-to-focus desert. When their four hooves flew into the air, they seemed to have suddenly grown invisible wings.

"Bang!"

A bullet passed by the Foreign Minister. Alex's inhuman vision could easily tell that it was a 5.45 bullet. It penetrated the air that gradually began to become warm, leaving a scorching mark in the air. He also saw the person who shot the bullet. He rode a horse of the same color as the Foreign Minister, running from the other end of the dune, holding a rifle in his hand. While the distance was shortened, he raised his muzzle slightly, and a clearer gunshot echoed in the morning desert. Then, he stopped behind a rock naked outside the sand, and another warning air shot. This time the gunshot was deafening, and they were already very close.

The Foreign Minister stretched out his right hand and signaled Alex to stop, stop the horse, jumped down, and shouted to the welcominger and the tent behind him: "I wish to keep peace between you and me!" While spreading his right hand, he said that he was not holding a weapon. Next, he threw a handful of sand into the air with his right hand - this is the local way of expressing peace from generation to generation.

"I bring my friends, in the name of Allah, hope to be entertained by friends." The Foreign Minister shouted.

The welcome came out from behind the rock, and he was very young, not as dark and rough as the nomadic people of the Zeelands they saw, nor had he had a neat and majestic beard like the foreign minister. However, he did have the pride and unruly nature that the people of the Zeelands were unique. After carefully looking at Alex, he nodded seriously: "Friends of friends are also friends." He raised his rifle and crossed his head, saying "Everything is fine." Then he saluted Alex and others - put his right hand on his chest, lowering his head slightly.

The Welcomer led the way ahead, and the Foreign Minister looked at Alex and Wilderger, his eyes staying at their dark horses that remained normal in the loud and sudden sound, and took the initiative to introduce: "Maybe you will not understand this way of greeting - but this is the tradition of the Zetians, which we always do - those who visit with a candid attitude and mind are truly respectable and welcome guests, and he has the right to share everything we have: food, tea, rest and care for each other."

"What if it's an enemy?" Wilderger asked lazily.

"The Zelans can monitor everything they need to pay attention to in the most secret way," said the Foreign Minister proudly. "In places we cannot see, the master's nephew and son are watching us. If you do not have my leadership and do not want to show friendship, bullets will approach you little by little - until you understand that retreat is the best choice."

Wilderger nodded sincerely - the Necromancer could clearly feel the living lives behind the dunes, but he was still a little surprised: "If possible, I'm a little strange... Why do you put your crown prince here?" In any case, the medical facilities and guards in the desert cannot be compared with a modern medical building.

"This is the will of Allah, including the invitation I have given to you," said the Foreign Minister: "His Royal Highness Alexander, the medicine you generously gave has produced the effect as you said--we believe it is a good sign..." He was silent for a moment, and swallowed something that should not be known to the Gentiles--"Look!" He suddenly shouted with joy: "That is the Seg Oasis, you are the first Gentiles to step on here."

What appeared before Alex was what the Sealanders called "a forest-covered desert."

In an oasis in a vast desert, it is an irregular dot that a naughty boy points on golden painted paper. It is not like some of the little-named oasis, which are only pitiful sand plants such as cypresses, saxauls, and red willows, but a real mirage. The owner and the guest jumped off their horses at the edge of the oasis and hiked into it. In the center of the oasis, dozens of white tents are hidden in the shadows of date palms, palm trees and olive trees. Not far from them, there is a beautiful and cool lake like sapphire, and the pure lake extends to the edge of the sand.

They were greeted outside the tent, and although there were life reactions in several tents - they should be the women of Zetian, who would not appear in front of the guests - but when Alex shook hands with the owner, the skinny but spiritual crown prince of Zetian, and accepted the thank you for the caress of his right hand, a young woman in a black robe and veil opened the tent without warning and walked out quickly.

She looked around and then strided towards Alex—the black traditional robe rolled up a stunning wave of momentum… She stopped steadily and gracefully two feet from him, and pulled down the veil: "Alex." She cried out in joy and surprise.

Wilderger raised his eyebrows.

Why did Lily, who should be still under observation and treatment at the New Town Central Hospital in Zelan, appear here?
Chapter completed!