Chapter 322 [0319] Starting Again
The amount of information that Karya gave at one time was a bit large this time, and it took Lux and Ino a long time to digest all the information.
The advanced chapter of magic theory, and the possibility that the pagan Dengfeng would conflict with Lakor, just these two new pieces of information were enough for Lux and Ino to think about it carefully.
Karya was a very hateful guy. Later, when Lux asked Dengfeng what other problems he might face, he never said again: "Solve the current problems first, and we will deal with them one by one later."
It's really hateful!
Because Ino's magic power was almost exhausted and his mental state was not very good, Karya just chatted with them casually tonight and did not explain the magic theory.
The next morning, Lux and Ino finally woke up Skarash, moved the stone sculpture Sefiqa onto Skarash's back, and then set off with Skarash's dissatisfied hum, and finally left the Oil Silk Oasis.
"Is he really okay in this state?" Lux asked hesitantly after fixing Sefiqa to the saddle of Skarash with a rope, "He is almost completely stone now. Are you sure he is still alive?"
"Of course he is alive!" Kalya said firmly, "Don't worry, the perception between the Darkin and the Darkin followers is very clear. Although he has no heart and his body is almost completely elementalized, I know very well that this is just the influence of the single stone on him. He is lucky. The elementalization and the Darkinization have formed a not too stable but maintainable balance in his body. As long as I pay attention, he can survive for a long time in this gargoyle form."
"Gargoyle?" Lux blinked, "What is that?"
"Oh, it's just a legendary monster. It usually looks like a stone statue, but it can move freely when needed... Folk legend, folk legend."
Lux raised her eyebrows. She had never heard of this kind of folk legend, but there were many folk legends she hadn't heard of, so she didn't care too much.
As Skarash started slowly, its huge body began to shake rhythmically, which made Lux and Ino feel sleepy soon.
Counting it up, the two of them had not rested for almost a day, and they had also experienced a series of dizzying changes. Ino even almost used up all her magic power. In this case, the two of them sat back to back on the saddle, put on wide hats, covered their faces with scarves, and soon fell asleep.
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Lux and Ino finally left the Oil Silk Oasis and started to head west again.
In Nashramei, two "expedition teams" with the goal of the Tomb of the Gods of the Desolate Hills also set off one after another.
The first expedition team was guided by the super mercenary Sivir, and Cassiopeia and Iris, two guys with no shortage of money, hired a large number of professionals.
Although in Sivir's view, the duties of many of these "professionals" can be completed by themselves part-time, but Cassiopeia and Iris obviously can't put everything on Sivir alone.
Therefore, they hired professional locksmiths, professional trap masters, and professional researchers of ancient Shurima language and folklore, forming a "expedition team" that looked very professional, riding more than a dozen camels and leaving Nashrameh in a mighty manner.
Compared with them, another expedition team that also aimed at the Tomb of the Gods of the Mounds was more than a little shabby.
Number of people: 2
Vehicles: Legs
Map: None
Supplies: Only carry a small amount of dry food and drinking water, and move along the oasis
This kind of journey that looks like "I'm afraid I'm going to die" feels like a "die", but Ezreal is quite excited.
In the eyes of this little yellow-haired boy who is afraid of chaos in the world, the kind of scientific expeditions taught in college are too boring, but this kind of itinerary that looks quite dangerous can make him completely excited!
Although there is not only no Skarash in this desert trip, there is no camel to ride (the money of two people is only enough to rent a camel for packing, the kind that cannot be ridden)... but the funds are limited, this is completely understandable!
The optimism of the little yellow-haired boy made Kassadin look at him with new eyes. Although he couldn't tell whether this guy really had something to rely on or was just a fool, Ezreal looked like he would at least not hold him back.
That was enough.
Anyway, this kid was talkative, so he just took a parrot from Kumangu and let him bark wherever he wanted.
"If you don't understand anything, just ask!"
With this mentality, Kassadin planned the route in detail and finally left Nashrameh with Ezreal, heading for the Tomb of the Gods of the Mounds.
Then, at noon that day, Kassadin regretted it. If he could, he really wanted to slap himself before he set out, and stop himself from saying "just ask" no matter what.
In the past, Kassadin had always been a famous desert guide, known as a person "known by the desert", and had led countless caravans to cross the Great Sai Desert from various angles in an incredible way.
For such a super professional, finding water sources and supply points is as simple as eating and drinking. Instead, it is the loneliness of traveling alone that makes him more painful.
Especially after losing his wife and daughter, he often falls into a state of depression and loss when he is alone.
It is for this reason that Kassadin is willing to bring this chattering little yellow-haired man with him, hoping that he will relieve his boredom like the big Kumangu parrot.
It turns out that in terms of Ba Ba Ba, even Kumang Gu's big parrot can't compare with this little yellow hair who is full of curiosity and extremely energetic.
The two of them set off in the morning.
Kassadin's head started hurting at noon.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, it would have been hard for Kassadin to believe that there were people in this world who could ask questions all morning long without getting any answers!
Kassadin asks questions every step of the way, and from a variety of angles.
At the beginning, Ezreal just asked about the local customs and climate conditions, and Kassadin answered him in detail.
Then, after asking questions and seemingly running out of topics to talk about, Ezreal's eyes finally fell on the backpack Kassadin was carrying.
"Mr. Kassadin, can you lend me your backpack?" Ezreal made his request politely, "I have never seen a backpack made of this kind of material!"
"I bought this at the Marrow Seal Market. It is made of thick silk and is very wear-resistant."
In one sentence, Ezreal found the topic again.
"Can you tell me about the Marrow Seal Market?"
"Can……"
"What's the difference between the thick silk material and the fine silk from Nashlamei? Is the common craftsmanship different?"
"Yes."
"The pattern on it seems to be specially designed. Do you know how this pattern is woven?"
"have no idea."
"Oh, do you know where I can learn this weaving technique?"
"have no idea."
"Do you know anyone who knows how to knit like this?"
"have no idea."
"..."
"..."
On a simple topic about backpacks, Xiao Huangmao kept asking questions for more than two hours - this was even when Kassadin was unwilling to answer and could only deal with it.
When the time finally came to noon, the two of them found a sheltered sand dune, let the camel lie down, and set up a small awning to rest. Kassadin immediately covered his face with a hat, although he did not Not asleep, but still snoring softly.
Unfortunately, he still misjudged the horror of this little yellow-haired man - seeing Kassadin "falling asleep", Ezreal took out his pen and paper and started to write a draft of his travel notes!
Although he consciously lowered his voice while writing the draft and talking to himself, Kassadin could still clearly hear him reviewing his gains throughout the morning.
This is not the end.
After the review, Ezreal very professionally added several questions that he had not mentioned in response to the information he got from Kassadin. It seemed that he planned to continue asking questions in the afternoon.
What a hell!
At this moment, Kassadin felt his head suddenly hurt.
Kalya’s Little Class·Thick Silk:
According to Shurima custom, animal fibers are called thin threads, and plant fibers are called thick threads—so, those called thin threads may not really be thinner than those called thick threads.