Searing sun, yellow sand, and the twisting air.
"It's so hot!" exclaimed General Reyes.
As the supreme commander of the Vanguard Legion, General Reyes had prepared five exquisite handkerchiefs before entering the desert, and now these finely crafted handkerchiefs were no different from rags. Once sun-dried, they were as stiff as if they had been starched, hard enough to be used as sticks to hit people; furthermore, the handsome general had even discovered a thick layer of salt crust on his beloved red fox tail, which was as heavy as a Wolf Fang Club.
"Ah, this is bliss!" said Liu Zhenhan.
As the chief shaman of the expeditionary sacrifice group, he was comfortably lying in the spacious carriage, listening to Helen and several other young shaman reciting war songs, while enjoying an "ice-cold milkshake" with the parakeet. Guoguo was rubbing her belly beside them, producing a lot of bubbles.
