"How far away are we?"
Rebecca Frostwolf rode on the back of a single-humped camel, and fatigue shrouded her eyes.
Traveling in the desert was a double test of the body and will.
Especially in the desert of death, where flying units were not allowed, it increased the difficulty of traveling.
"There's still a half day left..."
An old white-haired man beside him said in a deep voice.
Libe immediately perked up.
"We're finally here..."
She had thought this would be an easy trip. Although the desert environment was harsh, it was nothing to her. She prepared for this trip.
However, he did not expect to encounter so many twists and turns on the way.
It was also the first time she experienced the true meaning of the name "desert of death."
Quicksand, wild beasts, desert bandits, desert tornadoes, and even a group of desert Dragons crossing the border...
