NOVPUBChapter 861 -528: Desert Caravan
In the desert,
In this seemingly endless Endless Desert, the sky is as resplendent and scorching as molten gold, the sun hanging high and relentlessly pouring down its blazing rays, making the undulating sand dunes scorching hot, as if even the air is burning, causing waves of distorted heat.
This is Nature’s most severe and primitive display, every grain of Dust carries the temperature of the scorching sun, burning so much that one dares not touch easily.
In this vast land baked by the scorching sun, a caravan stretching hundreds of meters long is slowly traversing above the sand dunes, adding a touch of different color to this desert.
“Ding dong~”
The sound of camel bells rang out, the crisp sound echoed above the desert.
The camels, known as the “Desert Ship,” carried all hope and trust of the caravan, their steady steps leaving deep marks on the soft sand. Alongside the camels, various types of luggage and goods hung, swaying gently as they moved, producing a dull and rhythmic sound.
Accompanied by the sound of camel bells, this was the traveler’s ballad, also their expectation and yearning for the far side of the desert.
The caravan workers followed closely beside the camels, their faces carved with determined lines by the wind and sand.
To survive in such extremely harsh environments, merchants couldn’t travel alone; only by forming a large caravan to help each other could the risks be minimized.
In this extreme environment, every step seemed extraordinarily arduous, their steps were deep and shallow, sometimes sinking into the soft sand, and then struggling to pull out, but even so, no one ever stopped moving forward.
Sweat slid down their foreheads, quickly evaporated by the dry air, leaving behind salt-white traces, witnessing their resilience and determination.
Occasional low conversations and the light clashes of water bottles could be heard within the caravan, they were sharing water sources, encouraging each other, jointly facing this endless challenge.
Everyone in the caravan wore white robes. These robes were light and loose, wrapping their bodies tightly from head to ankle, like flowing clouds, effectively blocking direct sunlight, reducing heat absorption, making them feel slightly cooler in this scorching environment.
Their shoes were more substantial than usual, designed with special soles to increase contact area with the sand, thereby dispersing the pressure of their weight on the sand, making walking easier and reducing the chance of sinking into the sand.
This attire is the crystallization of the merchants’ Wisdom and Experience. They understood well that in this seemingly calm yet treacherous desert, every detail was about life and death, so from clothing to Equipment, everything reflected their respect for the desert and their survival Wisdom.
The entire caravan silently moved westward in the desert for a long time, the sun above gradually setting down.
As the sunset slowly sank, the sky rippled with gentle orange-red, cloaking this desolate desert in a soft veil. The caravan continued forward, their shadows lengthened in the afterglow of the sunset, leaving behind a series of determined footprints.
After a while, when the sunset had fallen to the horizon, the entire caravan slowly came to a halt at the leader’s command.
The tall sand dunes stood like silent Guardians, blocking the night wind, and the caravan workers quickly and orderly began to set up the tents in the shadows of the dunes, with thick mats laid inside to ensure a comfortable rest for their exhausted bodies after a day of traveling.
Meanwhile, a bonfire was burning brightly in the center of the temporary camp, a large pot firmly placed on the bonfire, boiling hot soup, and the aroma filled the air.
People sat around the bonfire, chatting and sharing interesting stories from the journey, discussing the plans for tomorrow, with laughter and talk interweaving to create a rare warm atmosphere.
“Du An, take a portion of dinner to Lis.”
The caravan Manager Blais checked the arrangement of the camp while speaking to Du An beside him.
The night in the Endless Desert is far more dangerous than the day.
Most predators rest during the day to avoid the intense sunlight and come out to hunt at night.
That’s why, even though the night is cooler, the caravan still chooses to travel under the scorching sun during the day. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
“Uncle Blais, why do you care so much about that person?”
Speaking was Du An, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who had just grown tall, like a small tree budding in the spring, exuding unique youthful vigor and energy. His skin had an initial childlike tenderness but had been deeply flushed by the constant intense desert sunlight.
“He’s just an injured warrior, not much older than me, probably just a Silver-level Warrior, right?”
Du An asked Blais with some confusion.
On this trip, Du An followed his uncle Blais’s caravan, and being his first time out for training, everything caught Du An’s curiosity.
“Just a Silver-level Warrior?”
Blais turned to look at Du An, smiling and said:
“Have you already reached Silver Rank?”
“I… I’m still young!”
“When I’m about his age, I’ll definitely be a Silver Rank assassin!”
Du An’s face turned red, he said firmly.
“And Uncle Blais, you’re a Gold-level Warrior!”
“Alright, hurry up and go!”
