There were no trees in the desert, rocks were scarce, and the caravan had to rely on its wagons to keep the wind and sand at bay.
The soldiers re-sheathed their armor, without the protection of hardened iron sheets, one night's sand alone would have made everyone's skin bloom.
Because of the scarcity of firewood and the extremely low temperatures, the campfire was not lit, just a few torches around the wagon for illumination.
The soldiers ate the dry rations they had brought with them and swallowed them in one gulp from their canteens.
The nobles were going to be a bit better off than them, with jerky, fruit, and the like, not lacking for a while.
After dinner, the soldiers began to take turns standing guard, the experienced ones, burying themselves under the sand with only half of their bodies showing.
It hadn't been long since the sky had darkened, and the temperature had plummeted so much that only the sand retained some warmth, one of the few
The magician Nolan stood next to Aslan at some point, only to see him looking at the yellow sand outside the caravan with a grave expression, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the roiling sand and see what was actually inside."Some kind of demonized creature?" Locke wondered, although the air around him was filled with magic if anything, but only the total amount was large, but the quality was average, giving Locke a feeling that wasn't as strong as the one given to him by the Moonlight Wolves in the beginning."Not bad." Commander Aslan said, a wall of air surrounding him, blocking the acid that fell from the sky, fighting out of the air, one of the powers of a high ranked squire.Acid spots in the sky were still drifting down with the blowing of the yellow sand, but it could be felt that the frequency was much less than it had been at the earliest."It's coming!" Wizard Nolan pulled out his wand, his gaze fixed on the yellow sand in front of hi
Until the end of the battle, counting the wounded, a total of more than thirty soldiers suffered various degrees of cuts and corrosive injuries, while the number of deaths, seventeen.Most of them had died from the sharp claws of the sand-catchers, and while their acid was also quite horrific, it was thankfully blocked by the soldiers' tough armor and huge shields for the vast majority of them.Counting the wounded was a Praetorian lad, red and swollen-eyed, reporting the casualties to Aslan and Locke.Of the dead soldiers, half were from the Praetorian Guard and half from the Dark Guard.The former was because of blocking the first line of the Sand Curse attack tide, the latter was because the dark guards who only wore leather armor, faced with the acid sprayed out by the Sand Curse, staining was corroding off a large portion of the flesh.Commander Aslan led the soldiers in cleaning up the battlefield, and incidentally cremating the bodies of the sold
Because there was a possible sand-chewing colony nearby, the convoy started to move out the next morning just after it had been repaired.Riding on his horse, Locke curiously fumbled with a piece of sand-crusted backshell."What do the magicians need this for?" He didn't think that the sand-crusted armor had any other characteristics other than being unusually hard.Take the finger knocked, issued a "thud" dull sound, this armor to be lighter than steel, but hard enough to be compared to steel, if it can be made into armor is good, this is the idea of Locke.His bright yellow armor, in last night's battle was also sprayed with a small area by the sand-colored acid, this armor with excellent texture, worthy of the large amount of military credit that Locke had spent to redeem it in the first place, was only corroded with a thin layer.A little oiling and good care and it's another 90% new piece of armor.The direction of advance was due north, and
Crossing the Frye Army Station, Locke saw the long-lost green again.The next country was the Kingdom of Monstock, and the moment he stepped into the borderline of this country, Locke had a familiar feeling.Similar to which, Locke thought for half a second, was Charlotte.One of the most similarities between the land of Monstock and Shiloh is the simplicity of the people.And in Locke's eyes, simplicity is synonymous with being a good bully, Charlotte was able to maintain her dignity back then with the strength of a decent magical force, and what did this Kingdom of Munstock rely on, to gain a foothold in this surrounding country.It's also been two weeks since we entered this new country, and early November in Monstock is less cool than in the fall and winter days in Foston, and a little more poetic than in the water country.The rivers of Monstock are numerous, and the system of water is so extensive, that almost every country town, has one or
Outside the lofty and majestic city gates, even before the ambassadors' convoy approached, a whole group of cavalrymen had already stepped out of the gates one after another to give them a welcome.A tall knight wearing black armor and riding a black steed walked at the front of the cavalcade."Is it Princess Angelina of the Faustian Kingdom?" The black-armored knight inquired, and as far away as the black-armored knight was, Locke felt an overwhelming might that was like substance.It wasn't like a Knight's Squire to display strength."I am!" In the carriage, Angelina's pleasant voice came out, and then Angelina, who was wearing silver mage robes, appeared.The black-armored knight told the party to stay where they were and simply approached the legation, not caring in the slightest about the heavily armed Faustian soldiers around them."I am here by order of Lord Garcia to receive Princess Angelina to the imperial capital, Princeton." The black-
Locke, who had just realized what level he was on, was not discouraged; he had been many times more fortunate than the ordinary farmer who had spent his life in Fustian, muddling through.As a small man at the bottom, all he could do was to do his best to move up and up.Locke had never had very high ambitions, he always felt that he had worked hard and that it didn't matter which level he would end up at.Knowing that Knight Garron is a formal knight level powerhouse, Locke began to approach Knight Garron intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't expect that this kind of powerhouse would instruct him, take him as a disciple or something like that, he just wanted to see the formal knight level, what exactly is different from them, these ordinary people.After observing for close to a week, Locke came up with an answer that seemed odd to himself, "Eat less than average?" Locke was speechless as he pressed the words he had recorded like a ghostwriter.K
Imperial Royal Academy also known as Princeton Royal Academy, holding a letter of introduction written by Angelina with King Faustian's signature attached, Locke slowly stepped into the middle of the campus."Hello, may I help you?" A lady who appeared to be an employee in the academy asked as she walked up next to Locke.The lady was dressed in the green work uniform of Princeton College, with a card representing her identity pinned to her chest; unfortunately, Locke didn't know much Omorian writing yet and couldn't recognize the lady's name."Yes, I'm going to the Academy of Knightly Perseverance." Locke stuttered out the words as he gulped in the unskilled Omorian language.When the woman heard this, she first showed a surprised face, then immediately afterward her smile became fawning, "Come, come, come, I'll take you there."Locke a low ranked attendant, just like this, was pulled by the hand of an ordinary woman who did not have the slightest stre
Early the next morning, Locke was once again in the same classroom, with Henry still sitting next to him.It was the beginning of January, and there was still a month to go before the Royal Academy's mandated school day, but there were already many students arriving at the academy now.Henry had introduced Locke to a lot of things, and it turned out that the curly-haired man who had stood at the podium yesterday was not their mentor, but rather an administrator-like being who specialized in teaching them to behave.Henry had already attended Princeton College for a year and was well versed in every aspect.This month of coming to the academy early is a chance for the students to learn on their own, "The instructors won't force you to learn, you need to do everything on your own." Henry said.Locke nodded thoughtfully.However, throughout the morning, the classroom was filled with trainees chatting in groups of three or two, and Locke didn't see an