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Chapter 143 The Omen of Death and Misfortune (plus two in one)

They want to embark on the road of death, how easy is it?
The Great Love Desert is full of yellow sand all the year round. When he came to the edge of the desert and stared at the lonely barrenness, it was hard for Casas to imagine how their ancestors walked out of the desert and came to the land of Aga fed by the river. .

If Casas had only embarked on this journey alone, he would have already retreated.

Norn and the firm will of the slaves supported his confidence.

Kasas turned his head and saw Norn wearing a black robe, about a dozen slaves followed behind Norn, looking forward against the splashing yellow sand.

However, it is not so much Norn and the slaves who supported his confidence...

Not to mention, Norn and the slaves pushed him forward like a torrent.

"Little master, let's go."

Norn led the camel and said.

The young man stroked the camel's soft hair. It was an old camel.

"Well Norn, may Kargauth give us a prophecy of the way ahead."

Casas nodded and prayed to Kagaus.

In this way, a group of people set foot on the Great Desert of Love.

Norn was pulling the camel, which was bought by his little master with a lot of money, because it had crossed the great desert many times and was also their guide.

They searched all over the capital. At first, when they mentioned the Great Desert of Love, there were camel merchants who were willing to lead the way, but when they mentioned the road of death, they couldn't find a guide who was willing to take them on the road of death.

In the end, they could only find this camel as a guide.

In this era when there was no compass, people who wanted to cross the desert could only rely on camels who knew the way, in addition to accumulating rich experience.

Norn led the camels at the front, Casas followed behind, and other slaves led the other camels. Those camels were loaded with water and dry food, and followed Casas, a series of footprints on the desert.

They dare not ride on these precious camels for fear of overworking them.

After walking for nearly a day and a night, the group found a small oasis to rest under the guidance of camels.

There are post taverns on the oasis, where lights are on, and the taverns in these oases are often places where camel traders transit trade.

However, it is not the peak season for the spice trade. When they stepped into the tavern, they didn't see many people.

"Oh, you are..."

The boss came out of the tavern and looked at the group of people. It was a three-eyed ape-man.

"We're going to rest here for a while."

Norn glanced at the tavern and said.

There are several camel traders inside.

"It's rare to see so many people at this time."

The boss said, he went upstairs, and after a while, he brought a mule of linen from the upstairs,

"There are tents outside, and you put these sackcloths on the straw to sleep."

Several slaves stepped forward and took the sackcloth from the boss.

At this time, Casas looked around, cleared his throat, and asked:
"Does anyone know the way of death?"

For a moment, everyone in the tavern looked at Casas in surprise.

"Are you a treasure hunter?"

asked a camel trader,
"Nobody's been there."

The boss also said:

"What do you want to do across the road of death?"

"Looking for the ancient kingdom of elves."

"The ancient kingdom of elves? That's just a legend, just a myth passed down by word of mouth."

The people in this tavern, like the people in the capital, don't really believe in the existence of the ancient kingdom of elves.

Although Norn and Kasas had expected it, they couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed.

At this moment, suddenly a person broke in from the outside.

"The road of death? Are you talking about the road of death?"

Norn turned his head and saw the man dressed in plain clothes, travel-stained, with a cane in his hand, as if he was a seasoned guide.

"I am a guide, a guide who can lead people on a treasure hunt."

said the guide.

Norn cast a questioning look at the boss.

"Yes, he is indeed a guide. Before you, some good people wanted to go to the road of death to hunt for treasure, and he brought them there."

The boss introduced in a neutral manner,

"Moreover, the most successful thing is that none of these people who embarked on the road of death survived, and all of them came back alive."

Hearing this, Casas' eyes lit up.

As far as he knew before, the road to death is extremely difficult and dangerous. Once one steps into it, it is extremely common for things to go wrong.

But this guide was able to bring people back alive.

Either he's lying, or he's really experienced and capable.

After hesitating for a moment, Casas quickly made a decision.

There is little hope of crossing the road of death with a single camel.

It is obviously better to have a guide.

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Waking up early the next morning, Casas asked the guide to lead them the way. After some bargaining, the guide finally agreed to take them on the road of death.

So they set off early, took their camels, followed the guide, and headed towards the road of death.

A dozen figures in black robes walked on the desert, looking extremely conspicuous.

After walking for a whole morning, Norn raised his head and looked into the distance. Under the high sun, the gravel land in front of him was far more barren than before.

"The Road to Death..."

Under the guidance of the guide, they came to the road of death.

"Yes, this is the road of death."

Pointing to the left and right ends, the guide continued:

"You can go north or south. All in all, don't go too far. There may be sandstorms here at any time."

"Don't go too far?"

Norn paused, and continued:
"We're going to cross the whole road of death."

The guide was stunned, and after confirming that Norn was not trying to be brave, he asked:
"Aren't you here to hunt for treasure? What are you doing crossing the road of death?"

"We are here to find the ancient kingdom of elves."

Casas said.

The guide froze in place, then slowly said:
"Crossing the road of death, are you crazy? I can only advise you to go back quickly!"

"You can go back, but we're staying here."

Casas continued.

The guide ignored Casas, and he yelled at the others:
"Whoever wants to go back, come with me, your leader is crazy!"

The slaves looked, exchanged glances, and looked at Norn for a moment.

Seeing Norn shaking his head, they said in unison:
"We're not going back."

The guide was taken aback.

Among so many people who came to the Road of Death to hunt for treasure, he had seen stubborn ones, but he had never seen a group of people so stubborn.

Often as long as he persuades some people, the rest have to follow suit.

Norn said:
"If you want to be afraid, go back by yourself."

The guide glanced at the dozen or so people present, and asked again unwillingly.

"Are you all crazy? Really no one wants to follow me back?
O Cargaus, how crazy are these people!In the name of Cargaus, I urge you to go back. "

The slaves looked at each other and smiled again,
"Sorry, guide,

We do not trust Calgauth. "

The guide was taken aback.
"Then what do you believe in?"

"We have our own gods."

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The guide finally chose to stay temporarily.

He was afraid that his reputation would be tarnished, so he decided to follow this group of people for a day or two, and tirelessly persuaded them to leave this road of death.

After all, leading people to the road of death to hunt for treasure, no one died, and the reputation of returning to the oasis safely was his source of income.

But the guide found that Norn and his party were more determined than he expected.

"Why on earth do you want to embark on the road of death?"

"To return to my hometown."

Norn said, looking at Casas,
"There is also a search for the golden bull horn. In short, we are going to the ancient kingdom of elves."

"That's just a legend!"

The guide argued loudly.

But Norn ignored him, ignoring his argument.

The guide scratched his head helplessly, so he had no choice but to lead the group forward.

Walk like this for a whole day.

When daylight came the next day,
The guide petted the old camel.

Having lived in the desert all year round, he realized that this old camel has rich experience.

Therefore, even if he wanted to deceive everyone and lead them away from the road of death, he could not deceive this old camel.

"Go on, guide."

After the group packed up, Norn and Casas stood up and said in unison.

The guide gritted his teeth and led the group forward.

Along the way, he stopped and stopped, saying that he was thirsty for a while, and confirming his location for a while.

He wanted to use these small actions to wear down the patience of these people as soon as possible.

But it doesn't help.

These people are like a rope, tightened by the man named Norn.

"Why is the ancient kingdom of elves your hometown?"

asked the guide.

"It's also your hometown, guide."

Norn raised his face,

"You are also a stone slave."

Not every stone slave is a slave, and although many stone slaves cannot become nobles, they can still become free people.

A guide is one such freedman who makes his living by leading the way for passing merchants.

"what do you mean?"

Hearing Norn's words, the guide asked in surprise.

"You have the blood of elves in you. Stone slaves have two homelands, one in the land of Aga, and the other under the mountains of the lost kingdom."

Norn whispered to the guide the myths of the past.

Like the old priests used to tell stories to them.

Time was approaching dusk soon, and the desert was unimaginably hot during the day, and the heat was disappearing so quickly that people were really caught off guard.

"what is that?!"

Casas pointed into the distance and exclaimed.

Everyone looked up one after another, only to see a tall building rising from the ground in the distant desert, reminiscent of the open-air temples recorded in history, or other relics of the three-eyed ape-man.

"It is the personification of ghosts, the omen of death and misfortune..."

Seeing this, the guide was about to intimidate them, but he bumped into Norn's eyes head-on.

He was startled, and he spoke the truth eagerly,
"It could be a mirage, too."

"It turned out to be a mirage..."

Casas murmured.

In the legend of the three-eyed ape man, the mirage is often regarded as a reminder or forecast of the god of prophecy. As for good or bad, you have to go there to know.

"I don't know what the prophecy God is reminding us of,
Of course, it is also possible that He did not remind anything,
However, seeing such a huge creature in the desert is really scary. "

As Casas spoke, everyone nodded.

At this time the guide said:

"Be careful ahead. There may be ghosts whistling at night and calling people's names in the dark. Don't answer. Once someone answers, you won't be able to see him tomorrow."

The guide's words made everyone's heart tremble. They didn't know whether the guide was alarmist or there was something real.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, the cold wind blew across the barren desert, and there was a strange drizzle on the road of death.

Everyone felt uneasy. You must know that rain in the desert is extremely rare.

They went to a slope and pitched their tent there.

Norn fastened his camel and looked around. There were wind-eroded stones everywhere. They were crooked and strange in shape. There was no vegetation around them. Except for their group, there was no life here. The surrounding stones looked like human figures, covered with dense The hole looks extremely terrifying.

Looking at it in the dark, it looks like a battered person waiting in dead silence.

Even the experienced guide shuddered.

The night completely enveloped the land, and the cold drizzle like cow hair didn't stop.

It was so late at night that I had to fall asleep.

Everyone shivered in the cold silence, and they couldn't calm down the uneasiness in their hearts until they fell asleep.

When Norn closed his eyes, he glanced at the bonfire not far away. The flames flickered in the dead silence, as if trembling and fearing.

A wave of unexplained exhaustion crept into Norn's mind, and he closed his eyes when he saw the Watchman's concentration.

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I do not know how long it has been.

A cold touch came from Norn's face, like a dead man's hand.

Norn opened his eyes suddenly and touched his face.

He caught nothing.

"Wrong, illusion?"

Norn trembled.

He raised his eyes and found darkness all around him.

'Why so dark? "

Norn looked around, but there was no bonfire at all, and no night watchman!

The environment in front of him was pitch black and looked extremely gloomy.

Norn jumped up from the ground, finding himself in a narrow space.

Fear overwhelmed his mind.

The norn tried to calm himself down, then murmured a prayer in a trembling voice.

He groped and walked forward.

He gradually realized that he seemed to be in a tall building or a ruin.

Norn suddenly remembered the mirage seen in the desert.

In the dark passage, the surroundings were cool and stiff, filled with a damp fishy smell. Norn walked forward, but felt that his path was getting longer and longer, and he was getting farther and farther away from the exit of the passage.

But fortunately... this seems to be an illusion.

Norn groped his way to the exit of the tunnel.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Norn muttered to himself that he was about to walk out.

At this moment, his ears suddenly caught a sound.

"Norn."

The voice came from the passage behind him, mixed with the cold night wind, as if calling his name.

yes. who is it?

Norn's head trembled, subconsciously, he wanted to turn around.
　This chapter is two in one, and [-] words have been updated today.

　　Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are relatively busy, so I can only temporarily update [-] words in those two days
　　
　
(End of this chapter)