I'll give you two choices.
To cross the desert alone, one must be fully prepared. In that kind of environment, even elemental magic would not be able to gather enough water. Fortunately, Amon had the magical bone. He gathered water by the lake and stored it in a container. Then he sat down and rested Schrödinger in his arms.
The next morning, Amon set out, just like when he left Duc, with an iron staff in his hand and a sleeping cat in his leather pocket, he walked alone through the wilderness. This time, he was not going deep into the mountains. Instead, he was going south in the desert towards the distant and strange Empire of Eygut.
Although it was winter, the sand reflected the scorching sun in the boundless sand dunes. There was no place to hide from the sun. It was as if the sun would roast people dry in no time. Even the scorpions had burrowed into the depths of the sand. Amon walked unhurriedly without stopping.
He wanted to find a place to rest, but he found that there was nowhere to hide from the sun and the heat. Instead of sitting on the hot sand, it was better to keep going. If someone was around, they would notice that the air around Amon was very cool. He had used magic. He did this not to make himself comfortable, but because he was worried about the cat in his leather pocket. Schrödinger was very weak. Amon could not bear to let it suffer in the desert anymore.
As he walked, he recalled what had happened to Medanzo, Princess Sissila's plot, Yoon Nam-na's plan, and everything he had seen in the Underworld. Amon felt a trace of relief in his sorrow. His father's soul finally rested in peace, and Mayor Dusti's soul was also freed. Crazy 'Ole once said that Amon should thank and repay Dusti. Finding Moses and guiding him back to his hometown to rebuild was Amon's gratitude and repayment.
Mayor Dusti's soul told Amon that the Underworld was not the true home of the dead, but a world created by Hades with a divine spell that could control the dead. Amon followed Yoon Nam-na through the Seven Gates of Hell. He had a complicated feeling. Could that be the so-called God's Realm? This is very suitable for the identity of the Netherworld King. I wonder what are the different mysteries of the Divine Realms of other gods?
Now that he thought back to the seven doors, Amon always felt that something was missing. It didn't completely show the world of the soul after death, and it made Amon feel very disgusted. Crazy 'Ole asked him to find a way to become a god. If one day Amon really became a god, one of the things he had to do was to destroy the Underworld and build a real home for the undead.
This was only the fantasy of a mere fifth-level Magician, but who could stop a youth from realizing his dream? Kella probably didn't expect that Amon would have such a wish after escaping from the Underworld. Even if Hades knew about it, it would only be a joke. She wouldn't take this little mortal seriously.
Using magic to walk in the desert under the scorching sun was a continuous consumption of magic power. Only Amon had such a habit. After the experience of exhausting his power in the suburbs of Uruk, Amon knew how to control and adjust himself to avoid falling into that situation again.
At noon, when the sun was at its strongest, Amon patted his waist. A cloud of mist flew out of nowhere and condensed into an ice crystal cloud above his head. It floated along with him but did not evaporate. It was like an umbrella that reflected the light. If only there was a covered carriage. His carriage was still left in the inn in Arcade. As soon as Amon thought of this, he saw a carriage coming.
There was no such thing as a road in the desert, as long as one could walk on it. However, this carriage was running too fast. It was running all the way in the middle of the day, and the driver was whipping the horse repeatedly. Was he trying to tire the horse to death? It didn't take long for the carriage to cross the sand dunes ahead. When the driver saw Amon from afar, he was delighted at first, but then he realized that Amon was alone on foot. He shouted in disappointment, "The desert bandits are coming! Hide!"
Amon grew up in Duc and often heard the stories of desert bandits from merchants who came to the town. The Syah Desert was the junction of the three kingdoms of Eygut, Hittite and Bablon. It was also an important trade route between the kingdoms. Caravans carrying large amounts of goods passed through. Naturally, there were also bandits.
It was said that the bandits in the desert came and went like the wind and were extremely fierce. If one encountered them, it was very difficult to keep them alive. Some people even called these bandits the desert tribe. This was a no man's land, and the nearby terrain was very complicated. No one knew which kingdom the bandits came from. It was very difficult to clean up and track them down.
Large caravans generally paid a lot of money to hire warriors as guards, and small caravans also hired bodyguards. But if they encountered a large group of bandits, they could only pray for their own luck. The driver was kind. He wanted to call for help from Amon, but he found that Amon could not save them. So he reminded Amon to hide.
The bandits had not seen Amon yet. If they hid behind a sand dune or hid in the soft sand, they might be able to escape. Amon nodded to the driver and said, "Thank you for the reminder. Don't be afraid. I'll stop the bandits."
He had heard the legend of desert bandits since he was a child, but this was the first time he had seen one. He was a little curious. Moreover, there was a chance to save people. Why not do a good deed? Amon waved his wand and the cloud above his head disappeared. He walked past the speeding carriage with a branch in his hand. Then he heard the sound of hooves. Two people and four horses were chasing behind the sand dune in the distance.
Two bandits in black robes with their heads covered with cloaks were chasing after them on horseback. There was another horse running behind them. They held the reins in one hand and the bright scimitars in the other. As they chased, they shouted, "Damn fatty, don't run anymore. If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife no matter what. Just hand over all your money and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll tie you up and throw you into the desert to dry … Hey, brat, who are you? "
The two bandits saw Amon suddenly appear after passing by the carriage. They were very surprised that such a person had come out of nowhere. He did not run or hide, but instead came to meet them. The horse ran very fast. In the time they spoke, they were in front of them. The bandit on the horse on the left casually slashed. He was used to killing people and did not even bother to ask who the other party was. In this kind of situation, whoever met him would die.
The scimitar was made of fine iron. The blade was curved, which was very suitable for slashing and cutting with the force of the galloping horse. When the scimitar slashed at Amon, there was a faint layer of light on the blade. The range of the light was far beyond the length of the blade. This was a martial art skill that only a Level Five warrior could have. No wonder the legendary desert people were so fierce.
Amon did not die. He heard a crack. The "branch" in his hand met the saber. It did not collide with the blade. Instead, it passed through the light and hit the man's forearm that was holding the saber.
Suddenly, there was a scream. The bandit's forearm was broken and the saber flew out of his hand. The "branch" did not stop. It directly flicked forward. The horse rushed forward, but the bandit was thrown into the air and fell heavily on the sand dune. The other bandit did not expect this at all. His horse had already run over. He was shocked and hurriedly turned around. He raised his saber and rushed towards Amon.
Unfortunately, his horse stepped on the loose quicksand, and as it ran, its front hooves caved in, and it suddenly fell and rolled forward. The bandit was caught off guard and fell heavily under the rolling body of the horse. He did not know how many bones were broken. He groaned and fainted on the spot.
Amon dealt with the two bandits. His movements were very fast. It took only a moment for the man and the horse to pass each other.
He was also a Level Five warrior. Perhaps his martial art skill on the warhorse was not as good as that of the bandit. He did not use any magic to deal with the first bandit. He only used the earth element magic, Quicksand Fall, to deal with the second. But the other party underestimated him too much. His first strike was completely careless. He did not expect Amon to be so calm and accurate.
Amon had the experience of hunting in the mountains and capturing all the wild beasts that came like a tide. Although the two people rushed at him aggressively, they did not make him feel pressured. And the young Amon probably did not fully realize that he had unknowingly gained another temperament. He rarely felt fear and panic. All this may be related to the experience.
He had seen the Underworld. No matter how fierce the desert bandits were, how could they make Amon panic?
The one who was extremely frightened was the Level Five warrior who fell from the sand dune. He raised his left hand and shouted: "Please forgive me, I did not know you were a lone hero … I did not come for you. I did not mean to offend you. If you let me go, I will give you a great reward. My warehouse is full of gold and silver."
"Hero, my benefactor, you must not let them go. They will come back with a large group of bandits to kill you. These two people are the leaders of the desert bandits. They killed everyone else in the caravan. Only the servant drove the carriage and took me here. Fortunately, I met you. "
A fat man ran from the distance, panting and sweating. When he looked back, the carriage had stopped. The horse that pulled the carriage was twitching and foaming at the mouth. After being whipped by the whip and galloping under the scorching sun, pulling a cart and two people, the horse finally died of exhaustion. If Amon had come a little later, they would have been killed.
The frightened bandit saw the fat man and his eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed at him and shouted to Amon: "Hero, it's him. He has a lot of money on him. You might as well kill him. Then you will be rich. All the money on him will be yours. If you let me go, I, the Night Wolf, will give you double the reward. How much money does this fat man have on him? I will give you double the reward."
This man was called the Night Wolf. Amon had actually heard his name before. The merchants who came to Duc mentioned him several times. It was said that this man ran amok in the desert with his forty bandits. They were a very powerful group of roving bandits. Even the army sent by the city state failed several times to hunt them down. The fat man was startled when he heard this and did not dare to walk any further. He trembled and shouted, "Benefactor, you have saved my life, I will definitely repay you heavily. As long as I return to Ejypt, I can pay you three times the amount of money I have on me."
Amon was so powerful that he killed two bandits in the blink of an eye. And he traveled alone in the desert. Who knew where he came from? Maybe he was also a lone bandit. If he had evil intentions, the fat man would also be unlucky in this deserted desert. Thinking of this, how could he not be afraid? The fat man also made a promise to thank Amon.
Amon did not pay attention to the merchants and the bandits. He turned to the fat man and asked: "You want to go to Eygut? And a carriage? Hmm, very good. May I ask who you are and what happened to you? "
Amon's voice was not loud, but it had its own majesty. The fat man hurriedly bowed and said: "I am Sio, a merchant from Montefiore, Empire of Eygut. I was transporting goods to Uruk in the Kingdom of Bablon to sell. On the way back, I encountered bandits. There were only two of them, but they killed the bodyguards and all the workers of my caravan. Only my slaves and I escaped here."
Amon asked again, "Do you know Leskhut Lee from Uruk for business?"
Sio was overjoyed. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, of course I know him. I sell many of my goods to him and often buy things from his shop. Are you his friend? "
Amon: "We can be considered friends. I protected him once."
Sio "understood" the moment he heard this. Amon was a warrior and used to be Leskhut Lee's bodyguard. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and said: "That's great. Then we are also friends. If you can protect me and return to Eygut safely, I will thank you greatly."
The bandit saw that the two were actually getting closer and shouted anxiously: "Hero, how can you trust a shameless merchant? They are even more untrustworthy than bandits … If you kill him, you can get a large sum of money right now. If you let me go, I guarantee that you will get another large sum of money. I, Night Wolf, am famous in the desert for keeping my word."
However, Amon did not seem to hear Night Wolf's words. He pointed to the four horses around him and said to Sio: "Take these horses. Hitch one to the carriage and lead the other three to the back. Let's go together. I happen to be going to Eygut, so I can send you to Cape States on the way."
After the two bandits dismounted, the four horses stood where they were, including the horse whose front hooves had caved in. It was not injured at all. The horse that Sio used to pull the carriage had already collapsed. One horse was obviously not enough to carry three people on a long journey in the desert. The two horses that were not ridden were carrying leather bags on their backs. They were probably drinking water, which was necessary to travel in the desert.
Without waiting for Sihathor's order, the coachman ran over and took the reins of the four horses and pulled them to the side of the carriage. He took off the leather bags from the backs of the horses and threw them into the carriage. Then, he put another horse on the shaft of the carriage and said respectfully, "My lord, the carriage is ready for you."
Night Wolf sat on the sand dune and shouted: "Hero, you can't do this!"
Amon picked up the two scimitars on the ground and handed them to Sio: "Take these and don't leave them behind."
Sio trembled, but he still carefully took them and asked in a low voice: "You are not going to kill these two bandits?"
Amon shook his head and said: "I don't want to kill people."
Night Wolf's leg was injured when he fell, and he struggled to stand up. He shouted: "Since you don't want to kill us, why did you take the horses and water? We will die of thirst in the desert!"
Amon walked to the carriage and slowly replied: "I didn't kill you only because I don't want to kill people, not because you don't deserve to die. You slashed at me like cutting grass. Did you ask who I am? Do you want me to save you? If you don't want to die of thirst in the desert, I have two suggestions. First, wait for the gods to save you. Second, commit suicide before you are baked by the sun. Give yourself a quick death. "
These words made Sio shiver again. Amon was really ruthless. However, thinking about it carefully, it made sense. If he had not dodged the knife just now, Amon would have been a corpse in the wilderness. When they got on the carriage, Amon asked the driver: "What's your name?"
The driver replied: "My name is Aesop, I am Master Sio's slave."
Amon nodded: "Aesop, you did a good job. Drive the carriage back."
The carriage turned around. There were three horses tied to the back, and there were three people sitting on them. They drove towards the south. Sio opened the curtain and looked at Night Wolf who was gradually disappearing from his sight. He said: "He is dead."
Amon said: "How do you know? Maybe someone will pass by and save them."
"That's impossible. Ever since the great flood, the north of the desert has become a vast swamp. The land transportation has been cut off, and no one uses this trade route anymore. I had no choice but to go north because I was on the run." Sihathor shook his head.
Amon nodded and said: "So that's how it is. Then they are indeed dead. That person is called Night Wolf. I have heard of his name. He has a lot of blood in the desert. He deserves to die like this. "
Sio seemed to suddenly remember something. He slapped his forehead and said: "Benefactor, I have also heard of the name Night Wolf. He has been harassing the trade routes for many years. The governor of the Cape States, Sir Dick, has put a bounty on his head. If anyone can capture him alive or cut off his head and send it to the Cape States, there will be a huge bounty. You almost missed this opportunity."
Amon did not order the carriage to go back. Instead, he pointed to the two machetes on the ground: "I am not interested in this money. If you want it, the machetes are under your feet. Go cut off his head and bring it back to the city. The bounty is yours."
Sio trembled again: "I don't have the guts. If you don't want the bounty, then don't take it. Anyway, as long as we reach the Cape States, I will definitely thank you." The fat merchant looked somewhat regretful. He did not have the guts to cut off the head of a bandit. On the other hand, he did not dare to accept the bounty. Even if Night Wolf was dead, the bandits under him were still alive. If they knew that it was Sio who killed Night Wolf, would they still be able to use this trade route in the future?
The carriage continued to move forward. Sio asked again: "Benefactor, I still don't know where you are from and what is your name?"
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