The strong wind roared and rolled up the sand and stones all over the sky. Under the rolling sand dunes, some fragile mages in magic robes in the wind and fire formation have begun to slowly lose blood, but because they have already equipped the nurse, there is no major danger.

At this time, Fenghuo and others' eyes fell on the black shadow with flying clothes on the sand slope. You must know that they were lined up between two sand dunes, which could greatly reduce the damage caused by wind and sand. However, the black shadow was already standing at the top of the nearest sand slope, and with his body, he was facing the dust storm that covered the sky and the sun. His move was even a bit ashamed of the shield war profession that was highly bloody.

Standing on a golden sand dune about 100 meters, Ye Hen still felt uncomfortable although he had snow talisman protection. Not only was the violent wind and sand blowing so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, but even the sound of fighting between the golden swords and iron horses that resounded through the world was echoing in his ears. Under such a close impact, he suddenly made his ears tinnitus and almost rolled down from the top of the dune.

"Damn it." After finally stabilizing his body, Ye Hen couldn't help but curse, and soon walked down the sand slope, deep and shallow, and headed straight for the highest altitude sand slope not far away.

When the game was first opened, he opened the first golden treasure chest on the top of the sand slope.

The golden drums sounded in his ears, and the air of nothingness seemed to be full of troops everywhere. Ye Hen frowned and walked towards the highest sand slope, paying attention to the changes around him at all times. Once there was any abnormal movement, he would definitely react as quickly as possible.

The storm blew the sand and rose into the air. The clanging sound of the golden sand and the air rubbing and colliding. It was like the collision and collision of metal weapons. Ye Hen even heard the sound of "rushing" and "killing" from the whistling wind. He seemed to have merged into this ancient battlefield.

The sword of good and evil held in Ye Hen's hand was never released. In these NPC army battles that were often above level 50 or 60, no one dared to be careless.

As he stared at the air and walked forward, Ye Hen soon came to the familiar sand slope. He remembered it very clearly that this was the refreshing ground of the level 10 monster desert red scorpion. He died here once at level 1, but he had not dropped the level. If that time was added, he had died in the game three times in total.

The server has died three times in half a year. This data is definitely not a master in the game. Those cautious players in the game have never even died once.

However, even so, they are not as good as Ye Hen in terms of level, and there is no reward without adventure, and self-proclaimed players will never be able to make a name for themselves.

But to say that, Ye Hen didn't want to die twice in Mingsha Mountain. Therefore, when he raised his foot and stepped onto the sand slope, he almost tensed his nerves to the extreme and was ready to fight at any time.

As soon as he stepped onto Mingsha Mountain, Yehen felt the clanging sound coming from the sand grains. Compared with the low dunes around him, the highest altitude sand dunes even make louder and clearer, with a heavy metal texture.

He instantly killed two desert red scorpions with no eyes. Looking at the white belly of the desert red scorpion, Ye Hen's heart felt a sense of venting hatred. He remembered very clearly that it was these level 10 red scorpions that made him feel embarrassed. He almost couldn't even open the treasure chest.

As he continued to move towards the top of the sand slope, Ye Hen's brows frowned involuntarily. At this time, the storm in the air had already begun to roar violently, and the sound of the rumbling drums and the sound of the golden gods colliding became clearer and clearer, as if the top of the sand slope was the source of these sounds.

Despite the increasing storm and rain, Ye Hen immediately accelerated his pace of progress. He seemed to feel the dark blue pendant on his chest begin to heat up, as if something was summoning this necklace on the top of the sand slope.

Ye Hen knew very well that this necklace was the last relic of General Loulan’s newly married wife Dai Qisi. If there was any telepathy between the couple, he was willing to believe it.

He stepped on the clanging slope. Since the desert red scorpion had long posed no threat to Yehen, he climbed onto the sand slope three or four hundred meters high in just a few minutes.

As soon as he stood on the sand slope, some crackling sound suddenly broke out in the air, and a heavy and mighty sound sounded, and the sound of war drums on the Ming Sha Mountain suddenly became louder and louder.

"Capture Kazakhstan alive and capture Loulan City. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and you will not return until you destroy Loulan!"

As soon as this heavy and majestic voice sounded, then a relatively young man's voice suddenly came from the air, "Defend Loulan and destroy Shang Chongwu!"

As soon as the words were finished, the shouts of the two armies resounded in the world like a tide. Then, the golden drums sounded together, and the metal roars of swords and swords were heard endlessly. The screams of soldiers, like the low fighting sounds of beasts, were intertwined together, like the morning bell of the evening drum, which instantly shocked Ye Hen's heart and his eyes widened.

"Kazakhstan and Shang Chongwu, these two should be the main generals of Loulan and Ling Tian. However, no matter how fierce they call, they can't see any figure." Frowning and thinking, Ye Hen only felt that his head was ten thousand times bigger. Even if he could clearly hear the shouts of Loulan and Ling Tian's soldiers, it would be useless.

Time passed by minute by minute. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a whistling sound of a strong wind came from the air. Then the sound of the yellow sand in the sky was rolled up and covered. These sounds were very similar to the sound of Ye Hen being almost buried in the treasure cave last time. They were simply carved from the same mold.

I heard the endless stream of sand sweeping down from the sky, and the sound of horse neighing and camel bells resounded wildly. The screams of soldiers and the decisive command of the generals intertwined, and Ye Hen suddenly presented a picture of a black wind rising suddenly, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky covering the army of tens of thousands of people on both sides.

Even if you can't see the image, Ye Hen can still hear how cruel the scene was from his heart-wrenching screams. Tens of thousands of troops were buried alive, as if even a soldier could not escape the disaster.

The sound of yellow sand buried lasted for a full half an hour before it ended. When only the sound of the breeze was left in the air, the sandstorm on Mingsha Mountain also stopped. Ye Hen took a deep breath and looked at the dazzling sun emerging from the middle of the dark clouds in the sky.

"It's a pity that no clue was found except for the names of the leaders of both sides." He sighed secretly, and Ye Hen couldn't help but shook his head gently, and searched carefully on the top of the sand slope, but still found nothing.

"Forget it, let's go back and see how Wulei is doing." He sighed lightly, and Ye Hen temporarily packed up the loss in his heart, turned around and walked towards the original path.

As soon as he turned around, Ye Hen's eyes suddenly shook, his dark pupils shrank violently for a few times, and the steps he had taken were immediately lowered. Since this dune is the highest sand dune in Mingsha Mountain, the viewing angle is extremely large. Standing on the top of the sand slope, you can even see the familiar loess town in the distance.

However, it was not Mingsha Town that made Ye Hen stop, but the sudden crowd of people like locusts that suddenly emerged from the entrance of the town, rushing out from the entrance of the town like a tide, heading straight towards Mingsha Mountain.

Even though they are far apart, Ye Hen's eyesight can roughly estimate that there are at least ten thousand people who are black, and this is just a conservative estimate. Maybe 20,000 or 30,000 are likely.

"Are these guys really the helpers invited by Xue Wu?" Seeing such a terrifying scene, Ye Hen suddenly felt nervous and began to ponder.

If he guessed correctly, the group of people who rushed out of the town just now were probably the organized and disciplined players who gathered at the Mingsha Town Station yesterday. At this time, the direction they were heading towards Mingsha Mountain, which was obvious.

You should know that due to a sandstorm just now, only he and the thousands of members of Fenghuo were there in the rolling and rolling Mingsha Mountain.

When Ye Hen thought of this, his heart tightened and he ran around the road without stopping, rushing towards the location where Feng Huo Wulei and others were as fast as possible.

Since the wind and sand had stopped at this time, Ye Hen could pull the movement speed to the maximum without worrying about being attacked. Therefore, in just a moment, he ran down the highest sand slope and rushed towards his original position like lightning

Five minutes later, Ye Hen came to Feng Huo Wulei and others. Since they were at the foot of the sand slope, they didn't know that there were a large number of unknown players rushing towards this side.

"No tears, go back to the city quickly. A large number of unknown players are coming from the town to Mingsha Mountain. Let's avoid it first." The high speed of running made Ye Hen breathe heavily, but he still finished speaking in one breath.

"What's going on?" Feng Huo Wulei was already full of joy when he saw Ye Hen returning safely, but when he saw Ye Hen, who had always been calm and calm, he immediately asked in horror, "How many people are there?"

"At least twice as many as us, the number of people is likely to exceed 20,000, or even 30,000." Because the distance was too far, Ye Hen only vaguely saw a large number of black players, but he was sure that the number of people would exceed 10,000 at least, and even far more than that.

"" Hearing this, Feng Huo Wulei suddenly became petrified. Just as he wanted to order a retreat, the voice of his subordinates reporting suddenly came from the guild channel.

"Boss, a large number of unknown people have come from the direction of Mingsha Town. It is estimated that the number is more than 30,000, and we will be in contact with us in only two minutes at most."

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Chapter completed!