It was a long dream.
A dream that Lorgar knew was a dream.
The moment the Four-winged Eagle fell to the ground, her body had already deeply remembered the reaction and pain of that moment. Her legs were crushed, and her bones were like grains of wheat under a stone millstone. Although she had never planted wheat, she had seen how her clansmen dealt with the food they bought from the north.
There was no doubt that she would not be able to stand up for the rest of her life, let alone fight.
But now, she was still standing.
So it was a dream.
Only in a dream could she change reality.
Lorgar took a deep breath and looked forward. There was an endless sand road under her feet. Every once in a while, she would meet an opponent. Yes, the opponents she had defeated in her life were now walking towards her in turn. There was no ridicule or sarcasm. They passed by her one by one and then disappeared into the endless yellow sand behind her.
The first one was a sandworm.
It was the result of her first hunt when she was 12 years old.
When it sneaked in the sand, it would leave a clear track, which was the easiest time to find and kill it. Once it quietly lurked, it was difficult to find its position. However, in fact, the Sand Nation was the most cunning hunter in the desert. She disguised herself as a bush, and when the sandworm approached, she stabbed her spear into the hot sand and directly pierced its head.
This record was better than her brother and sister. Even among the big clans in Iron Sand City, it was considered excellent. It was this hunt that made her enjoy confrontation and the pleasure of fighting.
This time, the sandworm did not dive into the ground. Instead, it raised its head and slid slowly on the sand like a snake. For a moment, Lorgar even thought that it would spit acid at her and corrode her beyond recognition. But in the end, nothing happened. It just quietly passed by her.
Next was the scorpion and the Wolf of the Desert... her second and third opponents.
The former left her, but the latter stopped. The Wolf of the Desert hesitated for a moment, then wagged its tail and walked to her side. It sniffed her bare feet full of calluses, then turned around and walked side by side with her.
Lorgar remembered that it was an extremely cruel challenge. If a Mojin woman wanted to become a qualified duelist, she had to put in a lot more effort than a man. After hunting a large number of sandworms and scorpions without stopping, she set her eyes on the wolves.
However, a pack of wolves moving together was far more terrifying than she had expected. A sandstorm scattered the team, and when the storm subsided, a dense pack of wolves appeared on the horizon.
The besieged Sand Nation tried to fight back, but they were no match for the sharp claws and fangs that came at them from all directions. Her clansmen fell one by one. She thought that she would be buried here, but she didn't expect that at the last moment, a tearing pain would take over her. Then, she awakened and became a goddess.
An incomparably huge wolf king.
She stood in the yellow sand that was dyed red with blood and looked down at the pack of wolves. Everywhere she looked, the wolves fell to their knees, as if they were kneeling to pay their respects to the god who controlled their fate.
After awakening, the road suddenly became much wider.
The best of her age, the clan's warriors, the battle-hardened warriors … they came one by one and disappeared one by one. Lorgar's heart gradually tightened.
Perhaps when the last opponent passed by her, this dream would also end.
There was not much time left for her to walk.
She wanted to slow down a little more … but it didn't work.
Not long after, the ground became dark, as if a huge monster was passing over her head. Lorgar looked up and saw the figure of the Four-winged Eagle.
The last moment, it was here!
At the same time, the Wolf of the Desert beside her let out a roar, its body suddenly expanded, and it pounced on the ruler of the sky.
The two giant beasts fiercely collided, blood and feathers splattering everywhere, as if they wanted to finish the duel on the burning platform that had not yet been decided.
Lorgar held her breath and stared at the end of her battle — every time she fought, her body would faithfully record all the feelings she felt. This was also the reason why her growth rate was far faster than that of ordinary people. If she fought with this monster again, she firmly believed that she could last longer, and even before Ashes could intervene, she could bite off the other's head.
Unfortunately, she couldn't wait for this opportunity.
The battle quickly became white-hot. Lorgar wanted to rush up and fight side by side with the giant wolf, but she found that her body was completely unable to move, and even her feet began to lose feeling.
She realized that she was about to wake up from the dream.
This fear clutched her heart and made her tremble all over.
No, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life lying in bed like a useless person!
She wanted to stand up!
She wanted to continue fighting!
However, the feeling of confinement was getting stronger and stronger. It had already spread from his legs to his neck. At this moment, he could not even move his neck.
Suddenly, the Desert Wolf's abdomen was pecked open by the eagle's beak. It let out a mournful cry. It staggered two steps with its intestines and fell weakly in the direction where Lorgar was standing. Even though it had lost the ability to fight back, it still used its broad back to block all the enemy's attacks for her.
Every peck was like a knock on her heart.
"No!"
Lorgar suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.
In an instant, the sand road and the giant beast disappeared without a trace. The maid beside her exclaimed, "Your Highness … you, you're awake!"
That's right … She was in a daze for a while and woke up from her dream.
The last time she was standing was also … Wait, Lorgar couldn't help but be stunned. She clearly saw the maidservant run to the bed in a panic and wipe the cold sweat off her body. The roof of the old tent, the weapons hanging on the wall, and the burning brazier, all of them were extremely clear.
How could it be possible to do this with only one eye?
She subconsciously reached out to touch her left eye and felt that it was intact.
No, not only her eye, both her arms were also fine. There was not a trace of soreness on her body, and even her feet …
Lorgar suddenly lifted the quilt, turned over from the bed, and then stood firmly on the ground.
"This is …" She looked at the maid, who was shocked out of her wits.
"That group of northerners brought … brought a new Divine Lady and healed all of your wounds," the maid stuttered as she explained, "She didn't even use any herbs. With just a touch of her hand, your wounds healed again."
"In the City of Neverwinter in Graycastle, there's a witch called Nana. She has the ability to heal any injury. Even if you're on the verge of death, or if your limbs are all broken, she can still heal your wounds. "
Ashes's words suddenly came to Lorgar's mind … She didn't say those words to comfort her, but there really was such a magical witch.
"Where are they?" Lorgar quickly put on her coat. "I have to go and thank her."
"They've already left."
"What?" She frowned. "What about Ashes?"
"She's not in Iron Sand City either. Two days ago, the Osha clan took the first group of Sand Nation to the Southern Region of Graycastle."
"Really …" The Wolf Girl's movements slowed down. "How many days have I been in a coma?"
The maidservant timidly stretched out three fingers and then added three more.
"Six days … What a long dream." She sighed. "Did anything else happen in Iron Sand City during this time?"
"Yes, the Wildwave Clan annexed the heavily damaged Black Water Clan, and then issued a holy challenge to us …" The little girl's expression was a little downcast. "Lord Patriarch, he didn't accept the challenge, but directly admitted defeat. Wildflame's ranking has fallen to the third place … We can't continue to live in this stone castle. "
"Really?" Lorgar raised her eyebrows. "I'm going to see my father."
"Ah … Wait, Your Highness, your hood and cloak!" The maidservant ran to the door with a stack of clothes in her hands. "There have been a lot of outsiders in the castle recently. Some are here to discuss matters with the chief, and some are …" Her voice suddenly became as thin as gossamer as she spoke.
"They're here to drive us away, aren't they?" Lorgar reached out to touch the pointy ears on the top of her head and then smiled at her. "Keep them. I don't need them anymore."
"Huh? But — "
Before becoming the chief, she had to hide her inhuman features as much as possible. Even if she was a Divine Lady, her unusual appearance would arouse rejection and suspicion — this was a warning from her father. But after walking through the long sand road in her dream, she had already understood what she wanted.
Half human and half beast? Monster?
That didn't stop her from continuing to fight, right?
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