Don't move, it's a robbery!

"Southerners are all liars!"

One of the knights kicked the ground hard, then cursed again.

"Even the sand from the south is a scam!"

Hearing his companions' outburst, Chris did not stop them. Although it was not in line with the virtues of a knight, he felt that his companions should vent their grievances.

They've been in the south for half a month, and they've been lost for more than ten days. Every time they try to find their way, they either get scammed or encounter mirages. Several times they almost died in the desert.

Their rations were running low, leaving only enough for the horses. The knights themselves ate jerky made from the giant scorpions they had encountered on the road, which was not only unpalatable but also slightly poisonous.

Fortunately, Chris knew magic and possessed the spell of summoning water, which ensured that the team always had enough water; otherwise, thirst alone could have been fatal.

Even so, everyone was on the verge of collapse because the desert was so vast and boundless that it seemed like they would never get out. To make matters worse, in the past few days, they had encountered mirages almost every day, and even if they regained their way, it was easy for them to go astray again.

It can be said that in the past few days, they have been fighting against death every day, and the slightest carelessness could lead them into the abyss of death.

Some people began to regret it, some felt despair, but others strengthened their resolve.

Chris was the latter; he silently vowed that no matter the cost, they would reclaim the legacy of the hero.

As descendants of the hero's followers, the Tiansen family possesses numerous records about the hero, recounting many untold stories. Chris, as the inheritor of the sacred artifact, has read these books since childhood, understanding the true extent of the hero's power.

This power can repel evil, but it can also amplify people's inner desires. Among the heroes of the past, apart from a few wise individuals, most heroes eventually became tyrants who squandered their abilities and only knew how to enjoy themselves.

It can be said that most of the time, heroes are not the embodiment of justice; they are merely people's beautiful wishes. Many heroes even initially wanted to be good people, but as their power expanded, they gradually lost control of their own hearts.

Moreover, many heroes were never good people from the start, and they never had the idea of ​​abandoning evil and doing good. However, people usually do not call them heroes, but instead refer to them as tyrants or demons.

Knowing these things, Chris firmly believed that the legacy of the hero should not be allowed to fall into the hands of a despicable bandit, as this would inevitably bring great disaster to the world, and he had to stop it before it erupted.

However, the most important thing right now is to lead the knight squad to the town.

Just as Chris was pondering how to find his way, he suddenly saw a group of herders appearing near the distant sand dunes.

"Is it another mirage?"

Chris felt a surge of impatience, but soon he realized that the herders were not an illusion, for they too were driving their camel herds toward him.

As if seeing a glimmer of hope, the group spurred their horses and galloped toward the herders. After traveling for more than two hours, they finally reached them.

After purchasing hay and cheese from the herders, the morale of the knight squad was greatly boosted. Everyone couldn't help but smile, feeling that their hardships were finally over. Chris also asked the herder the questions that concerned them the most.

"Do you know where Mogoslol is?"

Upon hearing Chris's question, the old herdsman looked puzzled, then pointed behind them, indicating that Mogoslol was in the direction they had come from!

"I knew it! You were lying to us! That's clearly the north!"

"Yes, Mogoslol is in the north, isn't it?"

"Bullshit! Mogoslor is clearly in the south! You southerners are all liars!"

Seeing that the other knights were about to draw their swords, Chris quickly stopped them, but his eyes also revealed his dissatisfaction as he sternly questioned the old shepherd.

Why did you lie to us?

The old herdsman was frightened and felt wronged, but he still insisted that Mogoslol was indeed in the north.

"I've been herding camels in the desert for 30 years. How could I not know where Mogoslol is? I'm a local."

"That same phrase again! That same phrase again! Lord Ice Knight! What are you waiting for! Quickly cut down this liar!"

The knights were enraged. If Chris hadn't stopped them, the old shepherd would have been beheaded by now.

Although Chris didn't make a move, he no longer dared to easily trust Southerners. After some thought, he took out a pendant with three gemstones, but one of them was broken.

Chris's eyes revealed a hint of reluctance, but he still took out the pendant. After reciting a few incantations, the pendant emitted light, and Chris asked the old shepherd the question again.

Where is Mogoslol?

The old herdsman was very scared, but he still firmly stated that Mogoslol was in the north.

Chris glanced at the pendant but found that its light did not change.

"How is that possible! He didn't lie?!"

He was briefly taken aback, but soon became thoughtful.

Could it be that they have unknowingly bypassed Mogoslol and arrived further south in the desert?

As Chris pondered, the pendant's light gradually dimmed, and after the light completely dissipated, another gemstone embedded in the pendant shattered.

Chris was both disappointed and relieved that the gem had shattered. He was glad he had used magic, otherwise he would have wrongly accused the old man.

Perhaps even the two travelers I met earlier weren't lying to me; they just got lost for some special reason.

For a special reason.....

Chris suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the old shepherd.

"I'm so sorry, sir, we were quite rude just now. I apologize on their behalf, and I hope you can understand. Actually, we've been lost in the desert for a long time. In the past week, we've encountered mirages almost every day. Is this a normal phenomenon in the desert?"

"Mirages? And you see them every day? Good heavens! You've encountered the spirits of the desert! And there are so many of them, could it be that the god of the desert is about to awaken?"

The old herdsman's face changed drastically, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes. He then knelt down and began to pray towards the distant desert. The knights looked puzzled, not understanding why the old herdsman was suddenly like this, but Chris remembered the family records, and his expression gradually turned grim.

He roughly understood why his group had been heading in the right direction but still couldn't find Mogoslol.

Because every time they get close to Mogoslor, they encounter a mirage. To avoid danger, the knight squad chooses to take a detour. And the area around Mogoslor is probably already full of desert spirits, so no matter how they detour, they will be forced back by the mirage.

Someone wants to besiege Mogoslol!

"Oh no! The people in the city are in danger! Let's go! We need to go back right now!"