The arrival of the sandstorm startled a large number of horses, causing the entire caravan to be thrown into chaos. Many people immediately tried to run away in a panic, hoping to escape the sandstorm before it arrived.
"Don't run away! Everyone, stay calm!"
"Stop them! Everyone, don't panic!"
Grumman, the owner of the caravan, shouted to stop the caravan. It would be extremely foolish to try to run away from the sandstorm, as the sandstorm covered a large area and could last from a few hours to more than a day. If they ran away in a panic, they would only get lost and die.
Lu Zhiyu drove the camels and said to Grumman, "We need to find a shelter, a rock or a place that can shelter us from the sandstorm."
Grumman nodded and shouted, "That's right! We need a place like that! Let's go in that direction and climb over the sand dunes. We should be able to find a place to hide from the sandstorm!"
"Follow us, don't fall behind!"
"Everyone, pay attention to your surroundings! Don't fall behind!"
Under the shouts of Grumman and a large number of guards, the caravan immediately headed in the opposite direction of the sandstorm. Soon, the sandstorm caught up with the caravan, and the entire caravan was engulfed in a yellow sandstorm.
Everyone covered their noses, ears, and faces with cloth towels. The sandstorm had engulfed the entire world, and the yellow sandstorm took up all of their vision. The whistling sandstorm made them feel as if there was a machine roaring in their ears.
Having lost their sense of sight and hearing, the ordinary people's perception of the outside world was at its lowest. As the sandstorm blew past their faces, their exposed skin felt as if it had been cut by a knife.
The caravan drove the camels and horses into the distance. The bells on the camels' necks rang incessantly as they desperately ran into the sandstorm. Everyone lowered their heads and followed the caravan and the camels closely, as they knew that if they were left behind, they would die.
Suddenly, a group of figures appeared in front of Lu Zhiyu, Grumman, and the others. At first, no one knew what they were, but as they moved closer and closer, they realized that it was a caravan that had been struck by the sandstorm, just like them.
"@ # ¥%%"
“&&&&&**@##”
They were shouting in Batko's language, a language the Western caravan members couldn't understand. They were communicating with the White Rose Caravan in a hurry.
"It's a caravan from the Batko region!"
"He is speaking the language of the Pusuote clan, so he should belong to the Pusuote tribe!"
Grumman, however, seemed to understand. He hurriedly responded. The caravan from the Batko area also had a large number of camels and members. The two caravans joined forces and ran into the distance.
The sandstorm grew stronger and stronger, and visibility decreased even further. The sky darkened, and an even larger sandstorm brought with it a violent hurricane. It covered the sky and covered the earth, and everyone felt that they could not stand steadily.
"Get up! Get up! "
"Run for me, you damn beast!"
At this time, even the camel was unwilling to run. It was completely lying on the ground, unwilling to get up no matter how hard it was whipped.
Grumman said anxiously, "What's going on? I remember there was a rocky hill here before. How did it disappear? It's over! Maybe we ran in the wrong direction in panic! "
A man, who was wearing a simple full-body robe and a hood, explained to Grumman loudly. Then, he held his head in pain. Lu Zhiyu was right next to him, so he could clearly hear that the man was speaking Pusuote, a branch of the Batko language.
"The rocky hills here have been covered by the desert! We are doomed!"
Everyone was in despair, as the power of nature couldn't be resisted by ordinary people. The wind had reached one or two hundred kilometers per hour, and many people began to feel suffocated and dizzy.
"We are all going to die here!"
"This is the will of the God of the Desert!"
The people from Batko had completely given up resisting, as if they had accepted their fate in despair. Grumman kept asking everyone to form a circle around the camels and horses, trying to find a way to survive the sandstorm. However, it seemed that there was little chance that they could survive such a strong sandstorm.
Eva followed closely behind Lu Zhiyu. Without Lu Zhiyu's permission, she wouldn't do anything, nor would she care about the others. Seeing Lu Zhiyu's expression change, Eva immediately said, "Master, do you need me to block the sandstorm?"
Grumman was in despair and pain. This time, he had taken a risk and led the whole caravan on this journey. However, he didn't expect that they would run into a sandstorm, and everyone would probably die here. At this time, he happened to hear Eva's voice.
Grumman walked with difficulty in the sandstorm, while pressing the cloth on his mouth and nose. He said angrily, "What nonsense are you two talking about? “
Then, he clasped his hands together and said, "I hope that we can all survive this disaster!"
Lu Zhiyu glanced at Eva and Grumman, then squinted his eyes and patted Eva's shoulder. "Let me do it. Your ability is not suitable here!"
Amidst the sandstorm, Grumman saw Lu Zhiyu stretch out his hands. Immediately, the Realm Power of the Lord of Dreams, a mid-level mythical creature, spread out in all directions, covering the entire ground with its mind power.
"Projection!"
Grumman looked at Lu Zhiyu as if he was weaving a world with his hands. Huge stone walls were spinning around them, covering the caravan. The thick walls, which were several kilometers long, kept piling up, while the wind and sand were blocked by the stone walls. The fierce wind and sand that had been attacking and washing the caravan slowly disappeared.
"This …"
Suddenly, everyone in the caravan, who was hiding from the sandstorm, stood up one by one. Regardless of gender, they all looked at Lu Zhiyu, dumbfounded. Such a large-scale impact was like changing the world. Many people gasped in surprise, while more people cheered for their escape from the disaster.
Grumman took off his mask and looked at Lu Zhiyu in shock. He had never expected that this young man, who looked like a noble, who had followed him all the way here, would have such a powerful ability. This power was beyond his imagination. It was as if this was not a power that humans could control, but the power of gods and demons!
Many people in the Batko caravan knelt on the ground. The leader of the caravan, a middle-aged man with short hair, even regarded Lu Zhiyu as the messenger of the God of the Desert. He kept muttering something, while kneeling on the ground and shivering.
Everyone saw a castle-like stone wall being built around them. This was something that Lu Zhiyu could have done before, but it was not as easy as it was now.
The power of the realm and projection, as well as the power of a level eight mythical wizard and the Lord of Dreams, allowed him to freely modify the ordinary rules within the realm. As long as he understood the principles of the rules, he could control and modify them at will. This was only the most basic application. As Lu Zhiyu continued to develop, more powerful and unexpected abilities would emerge.
Lu Zhiyu spread out his hands, and his fingers, as if he was playing the keys of a piano, weaved the wall. As the wall was built, his fingers kept going up. Finally, he put his hands together, and a magnificent white stone castle appeared in the middle of the crazy sandstorm.
The people of the White Rose Caravan and the caravan from Batko were all protected by this fortress. Outside the Stone Castle, sand filled the sky, but inside the Stone Castle, it was calm, blocking everything for them.
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