Muhadi never thought that the elves could run like this.
Fatuma took his hand and ran towards the windward side of a nearby dune. The sand on the windward side of the dunes is generally thicker, which makes it difficult for sand dragons to move, and the view from the top of the dunes is better, making it easier to find their way out.
"Over there!" Fatuma yelled.
Even in the harshest deserts, not everything is sand. In some places there will be more solid ground, and there will even be rocks piercing the sand. Perhaps it was some fate, not far from the sand dunes where the two of Muhadi stood, there was a rocky field.
The two of them rushed forward, and at this time the two sand dragons had already slowed down, and they were chasing after them from a distance. The third sand worm was missing. It seemed that Fatuma's blow to the abdomen was seriously injured.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, the two were getting closer and closer to the rocky ground, but the monsters behind them were chasing closer and closer. With the last 100 meters left, both of them burst out with a tenacious desire to survive, running faster and faster, and finally jumped to the rocky ground. Behind them, two sand dragons were only a few feet away.
Sha Jiao swam around the rocky ground twice, as if he was still reluctantly looking for a chance to get off the phone, and when he saw that he had no way to start, he left angrily.
This rocky land is about ten meters square, relatively flat, but slightly inclined. Muhadi lay helplessly on the rock, gasping for breath. The elf girl was still on guard and stared at Sha Jiao away, and then said with relief, "It's finally safe."
The panting Muhadi looked at the elf girl beside him, and said in a single sentence, "I said... you are... too capable of running..."
"That's it?" Fatuma asked back in dissatisfaction, "We encountered three sand worms that are also rare in legends, killed two horses, and then fought side by side to kill one of them, and we were lucky enough to chase down the other two. escape..."
The elf girl tilted her head and looked at Muhadi, "...Then the first question you want to ask me at this time is how can I run like this?"
Muhadi said, "Well, we are so lucky to have survived unscathed. You are also really powerful, you actually killed a sand worm." He praised in an insincere tone.
"Forget it, let's talk to you." Fatuma didn't care about Muhadi's attitude, "Our elves are naturally good at running long distances, and there is no problem in running for a day. You are human, of course not."
"But it's also thanks to you that you came up with a way to deal with the sand worms. Otherwise, whether we can escape is still a problem."
Fatuma said in a solemn tone, "Because of the bravery you showed today, I will recommend you to become a warrior of the Scorpion tribe."
The Scorpio tribe is a nomadic tribe, and almost all members advocate force, so it is a great honor to obtain the status of a samurai. Specifically for Muhadi, although becoming a samurai will not touch his slave status (after all, even if he is a member of the samurai, he may become a slave due to debt or contract), but it will greatly improve his status in the tribe. , other tribe members will respect him more and trust him more. It may even be possible to gain the trust of being allowed to go out alone.
For this, Muhadi naturally wished. Although now he has understood that trying to escape alone and enter the desert is an act of seeking death. But becoming a samurai is still a big step closer to freedom, especially after listening to the plan that Fahd told him.
"Then I will never fail this honor," Muhadi replied solemnly, "but my martial arts are still not strong enough. After returning to the tribe, I will go to Fahd to practice a few skills, so that my status as a samurai will not be affected by I am pale."
"Hmph, Fahd." For some reason, when he mentioned the name of his illegitimate brother, Fatuma was full of disdain.
"What are you going to learn from that ambitious bastard?"
Ambitious? Muhadi never knew that the relationship between Fatuma and her brother was so tense. No wonder they never saw each other walking around.
"Thank you for treating him as a friend. Do you know what he said when he ran to the chief behind your back?" Fatuma said fiercely, "He actually wanted to send you to die. I've been thinking about this for the past two days. angry."
It turns out that Fatuma has been in a bad mood for this reason, "What the hell is going on?"
"Hmph, it's not something that happened on Tyr's side. He wanted you to accompany Tyr as an ambassador, but he went to my father's place to talk." Fatumai said without reservation, "Who doesn't know how to mention it?" Er is at stake, if it wasn't for the time-consuming wrangling between the Witch Kings, they would have assembled a large army to destroy Tyr. Tyr's request for a messenger at this moment is not actually asking for a hostage!"
It seems that the plan that Fahd told himself is sincere, and Mohadi is a little grateful.
"After you return to the tribe, you can learn the swordsmanship with me!" Fatumai declared strongly.
Mohadi looked around again, "There is actually a rocky field here, otherwise we will have a hard time."
"Your observation skills are really poor!" Fatuma denied, "This is not a rock at all, this is a weathered building."
The teenager took a closer look and found that this was indeed a building, to be precise, the weathered top of a building, which was only less than three feet above the surrounding sand.
Gale winds swept across the great deserts of Athas, covering the whole world, forming dunes of various sizes in the deserts. The wind then lifted the sand on the windward side of the dune and tossed it to the back. Over time, the dunes will slowly move. Sometimes, places are buried by moving dunes, and then, some years later, are exposed again because the dunes are removed. Therefore, even the nomads in the desert do not necessarily know what is hidden around their tribe.
The building appears to have been exposed recently from the sand, and even Fatuma doesn't remember such a strange being here before. After observing for a while, she said thoughtfully, "This looks like the ruins of an ancient elf fortress."
"Elf fortress ruins?"
Fatuma looked at it again and said confidently, "It's absolutely true. Wasn't the settlement of the tribe the Temple Mount of the ancient elves before? Legend has it that during the battle of purification, many buildings were built around the Temple Mount. The fort is here to defend it. Look at these stones, it is said that they were reinforced with psionic energy when they were built, and countless thousands of years and erosion of the desert have not completely destroyed it."
"If we're lucky, we're going to get rich this time."
Many of these ancient ruins still have gold and silver artifacts left over from ancient times, and some even contain powerful enchanted weapons. The discovery of an ancient ruin that has not been looted often means great wealth, but sometimes great danger. There are even adventurers on Attas who specialize in exploring ancient ruins for a living. They are called Antiquities Hunters.
Mohadi turned around and found a stone secret door hidden in the corner. The two of them worked together to pull the rusted gold door knocker, and a sour voice from Karakara sounded. The top cover was finally opened.
The two waited for a while to let the air circulate fully before going down from the stone gate to the inside of the building.
The sand covered almost half of the room, and there was a staircase leading down, but the bottom was blocked by sand grains, and in the dim light, many places reflected a delightful light.
Fatumai wanted to hold back, but the curve of the corners of his mouth became higher and higher, and he finally couldn't hold back. He laughed without hesitation, and a lot of dust was shaken from the ceiling.
Muhadi laughed too. He saw that the handrails of the stairs, the decorative weapons hanging on the walls, and several statues in the room were all shining with metallic light.
Getting rich was his only thought now.