Chun hugged Marshall's trembling body tightly. He pursed his lips slightly and kept uttering words of comfort while stroking her soft blond hair.

"It's okay...it's okay...it's okay...he is also for us..."

"I...I'm so scared..."

"It's okay, it's okay...it's okay to cry, it's okay to cry..."

Now Marshall has begun to think about quitting, but she knows that there is no turning back when the bow is fired, and now she has no way...no way to go back.

...

"He was killed so easily."

On the sand dunes in the distance, there is a misty yellow color, seemingly without any human habitation, but the constant sarcasm means that there are people here.

Two small lenses were inserted from between the gaps in the sand, facing the convoy slowly crossing the desert.

"It seems that the coachman is very powerful."

"There are also orc guards. Judging from the magic index, there are also people in the carriages behind who are not easy to mess with..."

A man and a woman were lying under the sand and talking. It was not clear how the sound was made.

"Do you want to vote?"

“What is our purpose?”

"Move forward towards the fiercer wind and rain, move forward, and move forward again! The second half of the sentence is, move forward towards the more dazzling treasure, move forward, and move forward again! Hehe!"

"But... wait a minute, I still can't see clearly the strength of that man just now. It won't be too late until other teams come up to test the waters."

"At least at a high-level level of three magic patterns, probably higher."

"It's tough..."

Bang! A figure suddenly emerged from the sand dune. He didn't look young. He was a dark-faced man.

He grinned, spit out a mouthful of moist, bloodshot yellow sand, and smiled:
Chapter completed!