The sun is scorching, yellow sand is everywhere, and the vast sky and earth are almost shrouded in the dry and scorching heat.

Looking around, you can find that within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, there are no water, no livestock, and no plants. Even the most common small animals such as scorpions and cobras in the desert are not seen at all, as if this has belonged to the God of Death since ancient times.

Being in it is like being thrown into a hell furnace. Not to mention exercising vigorously, even if you breathe, you will quickly consume your energy. If your skin is exposed to the toxic sunlight, you will be able to vaguely smell a stinking smell of barbecue in just a moment.

This is the forbidden zone of life, a cursed unknown land, this is the territory of the Naserel Empire that fell dozens of centuries ago.

Perhaps it was because of disrespect and blasphemy to the gods that it was punished. Although Feilin Mokui, the culprit of land desertification, had long been deeply imprisoned deep underground and could not be free, this land above could never return to its original prosperity.

But there are still traces of human activities in this barren and barren land.

The scorching wind whistled and rolled in. The wind was mixed with sand and gravel, but also the peaceful and melodious crisp camel bells.

When the wind and sand calmed down slightly, a dusty caravan appeared on the horizon.

The caravan is not small in size, with ten large sand sleds pulled by camels, carrying all kinds of goods in the middle of the caravan, with no less than fifty accompanying guards surrounding it.

The soldiers rode high-headed horses, wore white linen gowns, leather armor, and hung veils to cover the wind and sand. Only two glittering eyes were exposed.

Each guard had a scimitar and sharp sword around his waist, and had a compound bow and arrow pouch hanging on his saddle, so he could reach out to his hands at any time.

When you walk closer, you can see it very clearly. Each sled is painted with a certain mark.

It was a white circle with a very sloppy letter ‘Z’ written in the middle.

If in the eyes of people who are very familiar with the situation in the Great Desert, they can recognize at a glance that this caravan belongs to the Dark Intelligence Network - Santalin Society.

Santallin is a secret organization originating from Santirburg, a city in the northwest of the Sea of ​​Moon.

Their power is spread across the northern part of the mainland, and their influence in commercial trade is of great importance in many regions and cities.

The reason why they can maintain such a status is to a large extent because they control the black road.

This is an important commercial route across the Enoaoke Desert, with a very small number of desert oasis distributed along the way.

Through the Black Road, Santalin will be able to transport all kinds of goods from the eastern part of the mainland to major cities along the western coast of the Sword Coast, or vice versa than all its commercial competitors.

Although it looks deserted, for Santalin Society and all its commercial competitors, Black Road is undoubtedly an absolute gold trade route.

This golden trade road is never calm. No matter sandstorms, heat, or severe winter cold, it can easily defeat those who have been tempered by the difficult journey.

Of course, no matter when and where, the greatest enemy and threat of mankind will always be mankind.

Therefore, even though they have been walking back and forth on this trade road for more than ten years, the caravan leaders still dare not relax their vigilance at all every time they embark on a journey.

"Actually you don't have to be so nervous." Brian, who sat on the sled in the front of the caravan with the leader of the caravan, handed the sheepskin water bag to the other party with a confident smile, and said:

"Drink a little water to extinguish your anxious mood. You can see that your guard is very powerful and your guard is thoughtful enough. No one who cares about evil will take advantage of you."

"I can't really relax until I walk out of this deadly desert." The caravan leader took the sheepskin water bag from Brian's hand and took a sip.

Using magic to keep the cold water slipping down your throat, it is indeed a rare pleasure in this hot environment. The thin and gloomy caravan leader nodded to Brian to express his gratitude, and then said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency, you are just the first time you are walking on the dark road? Although the power you have is indeed beyond my reach as a wizard, when it comes to your experience in traveling in the desert, you should listen to my advice from the old guy who has been rolling in Enokuri for twenty years.

No matter who he wants to live in this hell for a longer time, it is best to be vigilant at any time and never relax. There are too many factors that can kill human life on this cursed land, such as..."

Before he could finish his words, sharp whistles suddenly blew up without warning, resounding over the caravan.

The caravan leader whose speech was interrupted suddenly changed his expression. He grabbed his weapon like a conditioned reflex and stood up, saying solemnly: "Come on! Everyone, prepare for battle, and you will soon see the cruelty and terror of the Enoak Desert."

"Is it an enemy?" Brian raised his staff and stood up as if nothing had happened. There was no fear on his face, but a mysterious smile.

At this moment, all the members of the caravan of the Santalin Association are veterans who have been practicing for a long time. What they should do when they encounter danger has long formed a completely instinct, and no need for reminders.

They drove the camels to pull the sleds, ran up a small dune closest to the caravan, and arranged all the sleds and camels into a circular defensive formation.

The guards lined up, bent their bows and arrows to prepare for the enemy at any time, without any noise, nor any panic. Everything was familiar and smooth, as if it was commonplace.

Just now, there were vague movements coming from the strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, a large cloud of dark clouds rushed out of the flying yellow sand.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! No, it is not a dark cloud, but a cavalry! Hundreds of soldiers in black dress gathered in groups and were galloping towards the caravan.

The soft sand absorbed the thunder and vibrations of the iron hooves as they stepped on the ground, making the group of knights silently like ghosts, and swept across them.

Although it is not as famous as the official knight when charging, it is even more strange and difficult to describe.

"Damn it, it's the Beidai barbarians!" Under the scorching sun, the face of the caravan leader looked even more gloomy.

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, jumped onto the roof of the truck, and looked down high to make his vision wider.

The group of fierce cavalry in black were the indigenous peoples in the Enoak Desert, the Bede barbarians who were famous for their bravery.

The Beidai Barbarians are nomadic peoples with complex compositions.

Strictly speaking, they actually have something to do with the Naserel Empire.

Although the great disaster that year destroyed the entire empire, it did not immediately exterminate all the residents of the empire.

In the following hundreds of years, several cities were established on the edge of the desert, and they all called themselves the orthodox successors of the Nasse Empire.

However, as time goes by and desert areas continue to expand, the successors of these erotic empires gradually disappeared.

Out of their attachment to their hometown, they did not leave the Enoak Desert, but adapted to the new way of survival, forming the name of the Bede Barbarians.

Hundreds of tribes of all sizes led by their respective chiefs constantly migrate from one oasis to another, and rarely stay in the same area for a long time.

The Bede barbarians rely on secret passes to make a living. Caravans without passes will be robbed by them, while caravans with passes can get their guidance.

They regard ancient ruins as garrisons and regard the entire desert as a territory that they cannot invade. However, the number of oasis that can provide survival needs in the desert is already extremely limited.

Moreover, the practice of the Bede barbarians that all caravans must purchase passes from themselves will also have serious conflicts of interest with Santalin.

The hatred between the two sides is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. As long as they meet, no one has to say more nonsense. Often, when one look of eyes meets, the war will start directly.

There are absolutely no "captives" after the battle, and no one will leave any living mouth for the other party.

In the past century since the Dark Intelligence Network opened up a dark road, there have been at least tens of thousands of caravan guards who died under the hands of the Bede barbarians and the Bede barbarians who died under the hands of the caravan guards.

Here today, there is no doubt that this number will increase again.

The dark clouds composed of hundreds of Beidai barbarians came very quickly, and in just a blink of an eye, they approached under the sand dunes.

The leader of the caravan drew his sword and slashed down with force, shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

The bowstring sounded, and the sound of breaking the wind was hissing. Fifty powerful arrows immediately shot out like rain with this command.

In an instant, only the war horses were neighing, and seven or eight knights were shot and fell down on their horses' backs, and could no longer get up.

The dark clouds were split into two in an instant, and the cavalry of the Beidai barbarians surrounded from left and right with the advantage of twice the number of people than the enemy.

The sharp arrows like locusts are fast and accurate. Even if they aim on the galloping horses, they attack from bottom to top, and the correct head is not at all deviated.

The blood instantly dyed the yellow sand red, but the attack of the Beidai barbarians was really as fast as the wind.

After two rounds of arrow battles, a very loud whistle suddenly came from the dark clouds. Hundreds of knights immediately pulled their horses and circled half a circle, drew their swords and sheathed and rushed towards the convoy.

At this moment, dark clouds suddenly spread across the scorching sky.

A large thick thunder cloud area quickly condensed above the guards of Santa Lin, so that the entire fierce battlefield became darker.

"Click!"

Immediately afterwards, a lightning bolt passed through the sky, followed by a shocking thunder, deep purple lightning, and the dancing lightning of a crazy snake, came like a divine punishment, accompanied by the thunder.

As the lightning flashed frequently with the thunder, charred corpses jumping with deep purple arcs and thick smoke were constantly left on the battlefield.

In just a moment, dozens of lightning bolts were raging, killing only a few people.

At the same time, the cavalry of the Beidai barbarians also came and massacred all the remaining people.

A stream of blood splattered, and the caravan leader widened his eyes and fell to the ground. The little leader of the Santalin Society did not see who accelerated their demise until his death.

"Transport all these goods back to Mokou Town." Brian looked at the leader of the Bedae barbarians who were walking towards him, and after giving him an order, he said to him, "Are you ready for what I need?"

When he and Herist appeared near the desert, they happened to meet the Santalin caravan traveling through the black road.

Since the Lishi Plain is adjacent to the Black Road, he found a way to get involved in the caravan and secretly informed the Beida barbarians who were sent to his moose tribe to complete a game of black eating black.

"Lord, we have found the map you need for you." A barbarian warrior with a strong expression took out a sheepskin scroll and said, "If you need it, I can arrange a guide for you."

"Sir, I also heard that there are often sheep-eating monsters around the Lishi Plain, and many tribes dare not get close to that place." The barbarian warrior thought for a while and reminded him.

"I appreciate your kindness. I know the approximate location, so I won't bother you." Brian took the map, walked to the carriage, and met Herist who happened to come out of it.

At this time, she walked out of the carriage with a cloak with silver thread, and slowly put on her hood, lowered the brim to cover her long fluttering silver hair and beautiful face.

Brian gave a few brief explanations to the Bede Barbarians, and walked with Herist towards the standing stone plains of the desert.

"Look at where exactly." He handed the map to Herist.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In the Sage Library in Silver Moon City, he borrowed a book left by the great arcane Opus, and then asked Herist to predict items related to this book by exploring psychic energy.

Obviously, the location where her prophetic psychic energy is displayed is the standing stone plain in the middle of the Enoak Desert Desert.

Herist took the map, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his bright eyes, reached out to point him to a location on the map, "It's this, absolutely right."

Brian looked at the place she pointed at and found it was Longbei Ridge in the Stand Stone Plain.

"I just used the psychic energy to check it carefully. This place is not like a place that can bury the ruins of the floating city." Heliste thought for a moment and said to him.

"That's true." Brian nodded slightly, without denying her statement, and then explained: "Actually, I mainly want to find a golem that has lost my memory, because only this golem can open the treasure of the ruins of the floating city."

This is what he learned from the players' channels in the game world.

However, he did not know the specific location of the golem that had lost his memory, and could only use the books left by the great arcane to search through prophecy.

Because that golem was the most outstanding work of the great arcane Opus during his lifetime and was also his closest companion.

"Let's go." Brian said to her, "Now, let's go straight to Longbei Ridge."

Heliste did not move, but frowned his slender eyebrows and whispered to him, "Brian, have you ever felt that we have been tracked down since we returned to the surface from the dark area."

"How did you know?" Brian turned around and asked curiously, "or did you see or notice something suspicious."

"Not even." Herister shook his head slightly, and said in a pretty affirmative tone, "For me, this is both art and intuition, and it is hard to explain clearly."

"Then don't explain it, I believe your intuition." Brian smiled. "Being able to avoid your exploration, I believe that secretly following our enemies is not as simple as I imagined."

"But..." He shook Herist's hand and handed her a look of peace of mind. "My intuition has already told me who this enemy is hidden in the dark. So, now we just need to travel with peace of mind and ignore the enemy in the dark."

Herist met Brian's confident eyes, hiding on the beautiful face in his hood, showing a touch of comforting smile.
Chapter completed!