Genshin Impact, me and my great cause

Legacy of the God King is infamous.

But among the Gilded Brigade, being famous is better than being nameless. Otherwise, the exchange between the Legacy of the God King and those affiliated teams that ask for donations would not be to allow them to borrow the name of the Legacy of the God King.

Therefore, the arrival of the Beard of Akhmar gave the Eye of Akhmar enough morale.

The Eye of Akhmar is where the other gilded brigades are summoned, and the legion affiliated with the Legacy of the God King that Du Ruo came into contact with before is called Akhmar's Heel.

In short, when the manpower is sufficient, the initiator will bring many experts in the original tribe who are hunting Yuan energy constructs, or digging ruins to deal with ruin machines, and allocate areas to clean up the invasion that occurred in the corner of Tsaimod oasis. By.

"Boss Kusela, are those people really from the Eye of Ahmar? Don't those people usually operate in the Port of Ormos?"

Before the action, the members of the Beard of Akhmar were still a little confused.

"They don't look right."

"It's probably just a caravan that borrowed its name. It was probably attracted by the news about Aru Village."

"Isn't that the same as us? I see, that's why we use the name of an ordinary caravan. Wait, boss, does this mean there is something wrong with our plan to go to Aru Village?"

The smart members are often the external brains of the reckless leader. Only then did the members of Akhmar's Beard realize that as the infamous Gilded Brigade, Aru Village may not welcome them even if they have a way to get rich.

"Boss Kusela, how about us too?"

"Besides, let's deal with these things first. We can't come here and get nothing."

Kucera ended these discussions and brought the group's attention back to the battle at hand.

The Great Red Sand Sea is so harsh that most of the desert people's ways of pursuing wealth have been cut off. However, there is only one kind of ancient ruins buried under the yellow sand, which is a rare specialty elsewhere.

Scholars from Sumeru, businessmen from foreign countries, no matter who is willing to pay mola, will make money if there is demand.

So it is also prey.

The falcons of some tribes simply hunt these mechanical creations. This kind of thing is of course dangerous, but there are many people who succeed.

The masters of the Gilded Brigade don't mind doing this, especially if their employer is willing to pay an extra sum.

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ps: Writing a novel feels like this——

Chapter 11 Master, what do you do?

Once they leave the oasis, the boundless yellow sand once again dominates the earth. Even some stubborn and tenacious mountains straighten their backs, cut into various shapes by the wind, and covered with a dry and yellow layer of sand.

Viewed from a high altitude, the continuous sand dunes are short and stacked like fish scales, while the tall ones are comparable to mountain peaks. Looking down at the sea of ​​​​sand, they look like the ruler of the world.

In the midst of this, Du Ruo didn't have much other thoughts besides rushing.

The majestic power of nature shocks people's hearts, but people still want to live.

And compared to the depths of the Great Red Sand Sea, this place is already gentle enough.

What Du Ruo was given there was the harshness that he could endure even if he couldn't bear the prison.

Because looking around, the sky and the earth are like bigger cages. Endless yellow sand, layers of black shadows, and countless sand dunes are everything on the ground.

The scorching sun on the pale sky scorches everything, and the air seems to be on fire. The wind is not wind, but the air that keeps expanding and making strange sounds, repeating one word to you——

"Dead, die, die."

Maybe that's just a fantasy caused by the gibbering caused by the magic scale disease.

Anyway, there are no trees, no grass, and no moving objects except sand and wind. It's hard not to despair.

In comparison, this place was very gentle. Du Ruo relied on his alienation from the whole world to survive the most difficult time. There was no reason for him to bow down to the difficulties in front of him.

It means that the body temperature is about 33 degrees, while the ground temperature is about [-] degrees.

As soon as I stepped out, the sand on the sand became a little too soft, like quicksand.

I have also encountered quicksand Du Ruo. The sinking speed is actually not very fast. As long as you keep moving, there will generally be no problems.

This is naturally not quicksand, but a gentle slope of a dune. However, the ground structure is not stable, and the sand is so hot that it burns the soles of Du Ruo's feet.

Pressing hard on the soft gravel, he slid down with the package.

It's a bit like being unable to lift your legs after climbing a mountain, so you slide all the way down the mountain.

All you need is a large, durable bag for cushioning and control of direction with both hands.

But sand dunes are different from hillsides. There are no clusters of trees to give people any room to slow down. Du Ruo is accelerating, still accelerating, and keeps accelerating, as if he is rushing towards hell.

"Bang!!"

A severe dizziness hit me, accompanied by a feeling of weightlessness, and I finally succeeded in slowing down and plunged into the sea of ​​sand.

The invisible barrier that opened up kept Du Ruo unscathed, but he was buried in the sand and dust. Fortunately, his body was very light. This kind of weight combined with the enhanced strength was more practical.

"Jump enhancement!"

Pop out from the sea of ​​sand and keep moving, Du Ruo continues to move forward without any danger.

"Sensory enhancement."

The journey is not safe. He needs to avoid possible monsters and dangerous beasts, as well as the biggest uncertainty, humans.

The direction of Aru Village is to the east and north of Saimed Oasis. There are ravines along the way. Caravans carrying large quantities of goods often choose relatively safe roads, but if you are alone, you can be more free.

The good news is that it is not as harsh as the Great Red Sand Sea, and there are occasional green spots along the way.

The weeds are withered and yellow and slender, but have extremely large root systems; the cactus-like green grass is strong and full of spikes, and the desert ecology has its own reasons.

They appear every once in a while, and they are the favorite things to see when they are fully adapted to the sand sea environment.

Everyone likes it equally, especially the red thought fruit produced by the latter, which looks particularly attractive against the yellow sand.

In view of this beautiful scenery, Du Ruo only took half a mouthful of water and kept it in his mouth when drinking water.

The next step was to climb the mountain again, and Du Ruo basically walked in a straight line.

As for mountains, they are nothing more than tall sand dunes.

Sand, endless sand.

They seemed to be climbing up all the time, trying to devour everything, from the gaps in clothes, from the openings of boots, from mouths, noses, and ears.

However, after being away from the oasis for a few days, Du Ruo felt like he was smelling of sand again.

And his body is really much healthier.

Climbing up the sand dune is actually a very difficult thing. The soft sand always wants to take you on the slide, constantly trying to wrap your legs and flow downward.

When walking, you need to step down hard and let the hot sand toss your feet. Most of your energy is used to create sand traps, but the ascending distance is very short. Sometimes you even have to take two steps back to take a step forward.

"Jump enhancement!"

So every step Du Ruojin takes is very far.

At the end of the day, he found a relatively sheltered highland and flat place with a wide view and a mountain rock at his back. He used the tent cloth in the package to provide shade. He once again confirmed that there were no dangers such as desert scorpions and snakes lurking nearby, so he walked This is a break.

The night in the desert is very scary, which is why Du Ruo would rather march under the scorching sun.

During the break, he also confirmed his location and the next road according to the map he picked up.

Based on the height and direction of the sun, let's assume that the mountain range we are in is slightly south to the west of Aru Village. As long as we climb over one mountain and then another mountain to find the water source, we will definitely be able to find a way to reach it.

In a strange world, direction, time, and seasons all need to be re-confirmed. Fortunately, even in a different world, Teyvat is a world that can be dealt with relatively using the experience of the original world.

That's great, isn't it?

Du Ruo closed his eyes and rested his mind, in a state of light sleep. The sun was about to set outside the shadow, and the golden world turned into a red color, as if stained with blood.

Today's story hasn't come to an end yet, his nose is twitching slightly, and the wind carries the breath of beasts of burden. He opens his closed eyes and looks at the convoy coming across a layer of red.

Yak beasts, camel beasts, ordinary people walking in the sand sea can only rely on convoys composed of such big guys. Of course, ordinary people will not rush into the sand sea.

'It's the Gilded Brigade again, you are just haunting us, you are here with bad intentions. '

Du Ruo clicked his tongue in the shadow, with malicious intent.

Is there a possibility that you are the one here?

He didn't act rashly. A reckless choice might lead to disaster. The night in the desert was very harsh. There was no room for him to choose another camp. He couldn't rest well and it was difficult to travel during the day. It was a vicious cycle.

What's more, if you can avoid it, it's better to avoid it, but if you still encounter such a vast sea of ​​sand... retreating will look guilty.

Courage is the most important quality for walking in the sand sea.

Du Ruo calmly sat in a simple temporary camp made of tent cloth, watching the visitors from afar - the sun had completely set in the west, the red stain was no longer there, and on the still hot gravel, the beasts of burden lay down to rest and enjoy the little ones that lived on their bodies. People provided food and water, some people set up bonfires to warn the surroundings, and some people were also resting.

Naturally, another traveler also noticed this great place with a wide view, relatively flat terrain, and shelter from the wind.

There is really only one, and he is still a child. Wait for the Eye of God. Even if there is the Eye of God, whose general is this so brave?

That surprised look did not make Du Ruo interested in responding at all. He just wanted to understand one thing, why are there no dangerous animals in such a good place?

Because there are always people cleaning.

It can be regarded as a public area in a sense. Both parties have a tacit agreement not to interfere with each other and to be content with each other.

Du Ruo noticed that there were many parts, or wrecks, of the ruin guards in their convoy.

as well as--

'Another legacy of the God King. '

He was very familiar with that symbol.

The Legacy of the God King affiliated regiment will fly the banner of the Legacy of the God King in addition to the logo of its own brigade.

Du Ruozai was wondering whether to do it to them!

I saw a lame man walking over in a swagger... with a sincere smile on his face, and even a big beard.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Where do you come from? Child, are you separated from your companions?"

This guy took the initiative to greet Du Ruo and said something that made him feel bad.

"Ah."

Du Ruo looked at the gilded brigade in front of him. He had the characteristics of a typical desert man, but to be honest, Du Ruo was blind and could only be summed up as a lame man. Then he looked contemptuous and arrogant, and his tone was very polite: "Old guy, don't you ask someone before you ask? Do you know who you are?"

The lame man was not embarrassed at all: "Hahaha, you are really vigilant. Don't worry, dad, I am not a bad person. I am Kusela, the boss of this caravan."

"..."

It sounds familiar.

When he was alone, Du Ruo thought about what he knew more than once. He considered every detail and every person, and the gravedigger of the God King's legacy was naturally one of them.

Du Ruoduo looked at him a few more times, he was indeed a lame man.

Take another look at the familiar logos of the Legacy of the God King affiliated groups, and you understand something.

Immediately he became interested: "It's you."

"Ah, you've heard of me?"

Kusela was stunned, vaguely embarrassed. The reputation of the Beard of Akhmar was not very good, so his precious daughter broke up with the brigade and ran away from home.

"You have stories written all over your legs."

As Du Ruo spoke, his expression no longer acted so deliberately, but turned into... a very innocent smile and clear eyes.

Kusela was a little confused, what happened to my leg?I didn’t steal books and have my legs broken, and what happens to scholars is not considered stealing!It doesn’t count!

But when he saw the change in Du Ruo's expression in front of him, he probably accepted him.

Right?

That's right, Du Ruo has no plans to mess with him, and of course he hasn't put away his bad intentions. This person has great residual value.

He asked knowingly: "Master, what do you do for a living?"

Kusela was stunned, looked at himself, and then at the caravan behind him. Isn't it so obvious?

Then he glared angrily at the external brain in the group who came up with ideas. Look at your bad ideas. Even children can't fool them. How can we pretend to be a caravan?

"Haha, now that you have recognized me, I won't pretend anymore." Kusela waved his hand, seemingly heroic, "Yes, we are the famous Beards of Akhmar!"

"Whether you are serving as a bodyguard to prevent robberies, driving away dangerous animals in the desert, or helping your employer avoid horrific weather disasters, you can trust us."