The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 287 Yellow Sand Land

As Moran passed through the hedge on the northeast side of the academy's core area, he felt a wave of heat wash over him.

The scorching sun shone on the golden sand dunes, and the wind, carrying sand grains sharp as blades, stung the cheeks.

Moran even felt that the water elemental force in the desert was much thinner than elsewhere.

If this were a mage who uses mental power to manipulate the elemental forces in the environment, it would be difficult to even cast water magic in such a place.

Looking westward, one can see a distinct, water-rich green marshland that contrasts sharply with this area.

The environment of the yellow sandy land is harsher, but it is not as dangerous as the complex biodiversity of the swampy terrain.

Moran had also made preparations in advance for crossing the yellow sand.

She first used a weather forecasting spell to predict the weather conditions in the yellow sandy area.

It was learned that sandstorms would occur in the Huangsha area in the evening, lasting for about three hours.

Then she covered her mouth and nose with a scarf, put on her hood, and rode her broom into the depths of the yellow sand.

She needed to travel as far as possible before the sandstorm arrived.

Just like what senior students Renee and Quillin said, as long as you fly in the sky, there are no wild animals or other dangers in this yellow sandy area, making it a perfect place to ride a broomstick.

The only problem is the hot climate of the yellow sandy land and the frequent sandstorms.

Unfortunately, Moran couldn't find suitable magical materials to make a temperature-regulating magic robe, so for now he could only endure the heat and continue on his way.

Not long after they started flying, Moran began to sweat from the heat. Not only was she sticky and uncomfortable, but she also lost a lot of body fluids.

She had to cast a cleansing spell on herself every now and then, and then use a spring-like spell to create a water source to replenish her fluids.

As evening approached, Moran indeed felt the wind elemental forces in the desert becoming increasingly active.

She quickly landed, found a sand dune, and used earth wall magic to build a small, square, hexagonal shelter, leaving only a few small ventilation openings on the ground.

She infused each earthen wall with enough magic to ensure they would survive the night.

Although the sandstorm would only last for three hours, Moran did not plan to travel overnight.

The temperature difference between day and night is extreme in the yellow sandy land. It's unbearably hot to travel during the day, but freezing cold to death at night.

Moreover, during the sandstorm, wild animals in the desert will also go into hibernation, making it an excellent time for her to rest.

She was traveling alone this time, so there was no one to relieve her on night watch.

She can't go without rest at all; maintaining physical strength is also important in the wild.

Therefore, one can only have light sleep, which reduces sleep quality and increases alertness, and then sleeps a little longer to make up for the poor sleep quality.

The shelter she created with her earth wall spell, along with her magical aura, also served as a layer of defense. If it were destroyed, she, as the spellcaster, would quickly sense it.

Moran set up a temperature-regulating magic circle in the shelter and took out two slices of bread and fruit cake for dinner.

After finishing dinner, she cast a triple-layer protective spell and a luck spell on herself, hoping that no wild beasts would bother her during the night. Then she spread a fur rug on the ground and went to sleep fully clothed.

She didn't use a tent clip to prop up the tent because she was afraid that the blankets inside would be too comfortable, causing her to sleep too soundly and affecting her perception of her surroundings.

The sandstorm outside the shelter was getting stronger, and Moran lay on the blanket, resting with her eyes closed, feeling uncomfortable.

The wind howled, then gradually subsided, and silence fell in my ears.

In the latter half of the night, when the lurking beasts had confirmed the sandstorm had subsided and began to leave their dens to hunt, Moran had also rested enough. The beasts hunted, and Moran hunted too.

She shot a deer through the head with her golden arrow, and cut off the tenderest part of its flesh to make breakfast.

After eating her fill, she rode her broomstick and set off again.

Just after noon, Moran saw the distant mountains, forests, and lakes.

We're almost through the yellow sand.

She didn't rush to finish her lunch; instead, she took one last breath and flew out of the yellow sand.

"The forest outside the boundary between the yellow sand and the green swamp, near the century-old blood-sucking vines..." Moran began searching in the forest.

When they encountered wild beasts, they captured them and used the Tracing Technique to investigate. Finally, they found information about a hundred-year-old vampire vine in a banyan forest from a crow.

When Moran flew out of the yellow sand, he saw the banyan forest in the distance, right next to the green swamp.

She spotted her target when she flew over the banyan forest.

It was so conspicuous, the black vines, larger than several banyan trees combined, occupied the very center of the banyan grove.

Amidst the black vines, there was a thatched hut and a large pile of mud bricks.

A red-haired figure was sitting on a small wooden stool, shaping bricks with his bare hands.

The black vines were the first to spot Moran and smell the sweet scent of flesh and blood emanating from her. They wriggled restlessly, but ultimately did not attack her.

Instead, it reluctantly extended a thin vine and poked a certain red-haired witch.

"What? Hungry again? It's not dinnertime yet!" Lilith turned around impatiently and saw the little vines pointing towards the sky, looking eager.

Lilith had spent some time with this vampire vine, and even without using telepathy, she knew that the vine was craving something and was asking her if it could eat it!
She looked up, her eyes filled with panic.

That wretched vampire vine! Everyone's telling me to make it close up its vines and hide it away!

It rained for a while last night, and this guy insisted on spreading out his whole body to sunbathe today.

Oh no! Moran, the junior, saw it!
She didn't even have time to hide now.

"Senior Lilith!" Moran greeted loudly.

Lilith waved her hand listlessly: "Moran! You're here! Come down, this vampire vine won't attack you."

Moran's delayed landing was due to this vampire vine.

This is no ordinary plant; it is a type of magically activated carnivorous plant.

Even without magical control, it can move its body to hunt on its own, and it especially loves blood.

Only after Lilith said that did Moran feel relieved enough to land: "Senior, you've subdued this vampire vine?"

Seeing that she didn't ask about her rather simple dwelling, Lilith breathed a slight sigh of relief:

"Yes! I signed an ally summoning contract with it, in exchange for magic power and three meals of blood a day, to have it protect my residence for a year."

If it weren't for her previous efforts, which were ruined by the elephants that coveted the mutated crops she planted, she wouldn't have sought out this gluttonous vampire vine.

The Light Tree Friend spell and the Ally Summoning spell were not enough for it; it also required her to provide it with blood food every day before it would allow her to build its dwelling near its main vine.

Fortunately, she no longer has to worry about coming home to find her house burgled!