Chapter 781 Road of Sand, Heart of Wolf

This is a long dream.

A dream that Lorgar knew was a dream.

The moment the four-winged eagle fell to the ground, the body had already deeply remembered the reaction and pain at that moment, her legs were broken, and her bones were like grains of wheat under a stone mill—even though she had never grown wheat, she had seen How the clansmen deal with this kind of food purchased from the north.

There is no doubt that, let alone fighting, she couldn't even stand up for the rest of her life.

But now, she is still standing.

So it's a dream.

Only in a dream can reality be reversed.

Lorgar took a deep breath and looked forward. There is an endless sandy road under her feet, and every time she walks for a while, she can meet an opponent—yes, the opponents she has defeated in her life are now walking towards her one by one. Without ridicule or sarcasm, they passed her one by one, and then disappeared into the endless yellow sand behind them.

It started out as a sandworm.

It was the result of her first hunt at the age of twelve.

When it sneaks in the sand, it will leave a clear trail. This is also the easiest time to pull it out and kill it. Once it lurks quietly, it is difficult to find its location. But in fact, the sand worm is the most cunning hunter in the desert. She disguised herself as a bush, and when the sand worm approached, she stabbed a spear into the hot sand, and directly pierced its forehead.

This record surpassed her brother and sister, even among the big clans in Iron Sand City, it can be regarded as excellent. It was this hunting that made her fall in love with the thrill of confrontation and fighting.

This time, the sandworm didn't sneak into the ground, but raised its head and slid slowly across the sand like a snake. For a moment, Lorgar thought it was going to spit a mouthful of acid at him, corrupting her beyond recognition. But in the end nothing happened, it just passed her so quietly.

Next came the Scorpion and the Desert Wolf...her second and third opponents.

The former left her, but the latter stopped. After hesitating for a moment, the Desert Wolf came to her side wagging his tail, sniffed her callused bare feet, then turned around and walked side by side with her.

Lorgar remembered that it was an incomparably cruel challenge—Mojin women had to put in much more effort than men if they wanted to become a qualified duelist. After hunting a lot of sandworms and poisonous scorpions non-stop, she set her sights on the wolves.

It's just that the wolves acting collectively were far more terrifying than she expected. A sandstorm dispersed the team, and when the storm subsided, a dense pack of wolves appeared on the horizon.

The surrounded sand people fought back, but they were still no match for the sharp claws and fangs rushing from all directions. The clansmen fell one by one. She thought she would be buried here, but she didn't expect that at the last moment, a tearing pain occupied her, and then she awakened into a goddess.

A gigantic wolf king.

Standing in the blood-stained yellow sand, she looked down at the wolves. Wherever she looked, the wolves fell down, as if kneeling to the gods who ruled their fate.

After awakening, the road suddenly became much wider.

Outstanding people of the same age, clan warriors, warriors who have experienced many battles... They came one by one, and disappeared one by one, and Lorgar's heart gradually tightened.

Perhaps when the last opponent passed her, the dream would end.

The time left to walk is running out.

She tried to slow down her steps...but it didn't help.

Not long after, the earth became dark, and it seemed that something huge was passing over her head. Lorgar raised his head and saw the figure of the four-winged eagle.

The last moment is here!

At the same time, the desert wolf beside him let out a roar, and his figure suddenly swelled up, and he rushed towards the sky overlord head-on.

The two giant beasts collided fiercely, blood and feathers were scattered, as if they wanted to complete the duel that had not yet been decided on the scorching platform.

Lorgar held her breath and stared at her final battle—every time she fought, her body would faithfully record all her feelings, which was why her growth rate was much faster than that of ordinary people. If she fought this monster again, she firmly believed that she would be able to persist longer, and even before Ashes intervened, she would be able to bite off the opponent's head in one bite.

It's a pity that she couldn't wait for this opportunity.

The battle quickly became intense. Lorgar wanted to rush forward to fight side by side with the giant wolf, but found that his body could not move at all, and even his feet began to lose feeling.

She realized that the dream was about to wake up.

This fear gripped her heart and made her tremble.

No, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life lying in bed like a useless person!

She wants to stand up!

Want to keep fighting!

However, the feeling of confinement is getting stronger and stronger, it has spread from the legs to the neck, and at this moment, it is impossible to even move the lower neck.

Suddenly, the desert wolf's abdomen was pecked open by the eagle's beak, and it let out a mournful cry—it dragged its intestines, staggered two steps, and fell powerlessly in the direction where Lorgar was standing. The back shielded her from all the next attacks of the enemy.

That peck was like beating on her heart.

No------!

Lorgar suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

In an instant, Shalu and the giant beast disappeared without a trace, and the maid's exclamation sounded, "My lord princess...you, you woke up!"

That's right... She was in a trance for a while, then woke up from the dream.

The last time she was standing was... Wait, Lorgar couldn't help being taken aback, she clearly saw the maid running to the bed in a panic, wiping the cold sweat off her body. The roof of the old tent, the weapons hanging on the wall, and the burning brazier are all very clear.

How is it possible to do this with just one eye?

She subconsciously reached out to touch her left eye, but the touch was intact.

No, not only the eyes, but also the two arms are unaffected, there is no soreness on the body, even the feet are...

Lorgar threw off the quilt violently, turned over from the bed, and then stood firmly on the ground.

"This is..." She looked at the startled maid.

"The group of northerners brought a new Goddess, who healed all your wounds," the maid stammered, "She didn't even use herbs, and just by stroking your wounds, your wounds will heal again." Heal."

"In Neverwinter in Graycastle, there is a sorceress named Nana. She has the ability to heal any injury, even if there is only one breath left, or all limbs are severed, she can restore the wounded to normal."

Ember's words suddenly appeared in Lorgar's mind... So it turned out that the words she said were not words of consolation, but that there really was such a magical witch.

"Where are they?" Lorgar quickly put on his coat, "I have to thank her."

"left already."

"What?" She frowned, "What about the ashes?"

"It's not in Iron Sand City anymore. The Osha clan took the first batch of sand people to the southern border of Graycastle two days ago."

"Is that so..." The wolf girl slowed down, "How many days have I been in a coma?"

The maid timidly stretched out three fingers, and then added three more.

"Six days... What an extremely long dream," she sighed, "Did anything else happen in Iron Sand City during this time?"

"Yes, the Raging Waves annexed the heavily damaged Blackwater Clan, and then launched a holy challenge to us..." The little girl's expression was a little downcast, "Master Patriarch, he, he didn't fight, but directly surrendered. The ranking has dropped to third place... We can no longer live in this stone castle."

"Really?" Lorgar raised his eyebrows, "I'm going to see my father."

"Ah... wait, my lord princess, your hood and cloak!" The maid chased to the door with a stack of clothes, "Recently, there have been a lot of outsiders in the stone castle, some of them came to discuss matters with the patriarch, and some Yes..." As she spoke, her voice suddenly became as thin as a gossamer.

"It's here to drive us away, right?" Lorgar reached out and touched the pointed ears on the top of his head, then smiled at her, "Keep them, I don't need them anymore."

"Huh? But—"

Before becoming the patriarch, try to hide the inhuman features as much as possible. Even if she is a goddess, her appearance that is different from ordinary people will attract repulsion and suspicion—this is a warning from her father. But after walking the long sandy road in her dream, she already understood what she wanted.

Half man, half beast? monster?

That doesn't stop her from continuing to fight, does it?

Lorgar waved his hand, and without further explanation, he strode straight towards the top of the castle.