Three days later, Razwold ventured farther in the Farren Desert. He is more lightly clothed with duster in order to shield from the sands that are blown away by wind. He was able to forage some maggots that is nutritious enough to sustain his hunger. With the thought of survival, Razwold didn't care about how the taste is.
Razwold has slain dozen of undead and monsters along the way, having more knowledge about the land and experienced harsh dangers such as almost sank beneath the quicksand. He exchanges his steel sword for a steel warhammer that is in good condition. He is capable of carrying a heavy weapon. He may be slowed because of how heavy the warhammer is, its deadly force can crush the enemy's bones to dust.
He keeps walking and said, "This Desert is infested with monsters. Getting out of here is my best bet." He then looks up the sky and the bright hot sun is setting towards the right. He slightly turns to his left, heading southeast.
Razwold has gotten used to the heat of the desert. He is however has no way to drink water.
His water container is completely dry and after a long walk through the desert, Razwold sense that he is little bit thirsty. He scowls and desperately looks around in search for any water source. "Please there be something that can quench my thirst," Razwold said.
A few hours later, Razwold found nothing of sort in the desert. There is too much sand everywhere. There are some bones around and some dead bushes. Razwold is still thirsty and he decided to drink something else other than the water.
He tried to cut open a cactus nearby with a dagger. The part of the cactus that is sliced turns into a bowl of water. Tempted, he drinks the cactus water. It did hydrate Razwold but he also got dizzy from the weird headache.
Razwold thought he got drunk from the cactus water. He continues to drink like it is an alcoholic beverage until he is satisfied. He rests for a while until he recovers his strength back.
One hour later, Razwold stands up and walks to the southeast. He didn't like the fact that he drank that sweet like alcohol just to satisfy his thirst. Along the way, a weird thing happens.
As Razwold looks around, there have been no presence at all. No monsters, no Stranglers, not even a single life. "This cannot be good," Razwold said as he grabs his warhammer and keep a lookout for any threats.
Just expected, three wild humanoid beings jump toward him and thrust their spears. Razwold attempts to strike them first. With one huge swing with the warhammer, two spears break on impact, leaving only one spear hitting Razwold to his abdomen.
The feeling of pain made Razwold roar. His enemies appear to be some humans who are tribal. They are celebrating that they wounded Razwold by waving their broken spears. Unfortunately for them, Razwold has intense bloodlust personality.
The moment that he feels like dying, his rage makes him more of a beast. He roars as loudly as a lion which petrify his enemies. He snaps the spear that is stuck in his abdomen with his bare hand, then proceeds to crush his enemies.
Razwold smashed one's head clean then break another one's leg before crushing their torso. The last enemy got terrified and chooses to not risk attacking Razwold. Razwold kneel down for a few seconds in order to remove the spear in his body. He pulls out the spear and shouted in pain.
He said, "Hungry... hungry... hungry..," then begins to consume the corpse of the enemy he just killed. After finishing up and realizing what he has done, Razwold felt no guilt or rather, he didn't care about the consequence. Consuming the corpse really helped him recover better. Without wasting time, he continues his journey to safety.