"I don't care what the old crow told you..."

Grewal pointed at Thales with an unkind expression: "I agree to do you a small favor, but that doesn't mean we are familiar with each other!"

"Stop the 'I'm your best friend' shtick."

Thales blinked helplessly, expressing understanding.

The two of them leaned back to their original positions, waiting for Kurtz's signal.

Until Grivet spoke again.

"Hey, Old Crow didn't tell me much, but looking from the direction you're going..." Griwal seemed unable to naturally change from his "angry" mood, and he said stiffly: "You're going

Desert, right?"

Thales's heart tightened.

He spread his hands and just smiled with narrowed eyes.

But Grieve seemed to have read through his mind and hummed softly:

"Listen, if you're going into the desert, you'd better have a skilled guide, otherwise..."

Grivet shook his head disapprovingly.

Thales's heart moved: "What's so scary in the desert? Orcs or Bone Man?"

"They are all," Grievor tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp: "Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs, but the Bone Man... It's hard to say that they are evil. Those guys are evil.

Very.”

"Evil?"

"But your biggest threat is far from them," Grivet said solemnly: "It is the desert itself, the sun and yellow sand, and the devil who is always whispering in your ear, 'Lie down, sleep, and dream.

Never stand up again'."

The veteran's expression began to drift into the distance again.

Thales looked at his side face and remembered something: "You have been into the desert, right."

Grivet nodded absently:

"When I was a soldier, I fought in it."

Thales frowned slightly: "Then?"

Grivet raised his head.

"Then," the veteran in the wheelchair looked at Thales seriously:

"There's no after that."

At this moment.

On the street in the distance, there was a sudden commotion.

It seemed like two men were arguing.

"get ready!"

Griveaux held both ends of the wheelchair alertly: "When the signal comes, those are our people."

Thales stood up nervously, lowered his body and grabbed the low fence.

"Will this work?"

Thales looked worriedly at the two men who started fighting when they disagreed, and watched as their fight became more and more intense.

More and more people join in, turning fights into fights and fights into riots.

The patrol team at the sentry post began to walk toward them with frowns on their faces, as if they were suspicious.

Thales felt uneasy: "The Meteorites may be suspicious. I have seen the actions of the former White Blade Guards in Longxiao City, and I have seen how they locked onto the whereabouts of a Kangmas man in half an hour in a chaotic situation. Meteorites."

The guards and the White Blade Guards know Longxiao City well, this is their home."

The commotion in the distance grew bigger and bigger, and many people came from outside the street to join the fight.

Until a patrol soldier who broke up the fight was punched over.

Grivet laughed mockingly.

"Meteor? Hehe, that bastard leader and his bastard brothers?"

The veteran in the wheelchair turned his face with a serious expression: "You are wrong."

Grivet silently patted his chest.

"The people who are most qualified to call this city 'home'..."

"It was never them."

The next second, Griveaux turned around in his wheelchair, and amidst the growing commotion, he decisively drove out of the cover, hurriedly walked along the side of countless people, and headed towards the cliff of the sky: "Let's go."

Thales took a deep breath, jogged, and followed the direction of the veteran.

The process of avoiding the sentry post was easier than imagined. The poor people in the shield area were fighting in a huge way. The poor dozen or so people on the patrol team were surrounded. It was difficult to even protect themselves, let alone find someone who had sneaked into the Sky Cliff.

They are.

In Grieve's words, "Longxiao City is really inferior to every generation."

In the chaos, before the patrol team sent to suppress them, they slipped under the rocky and uneven cliff. God knows how the veteran could move so fast in a wheelchair!

After twists and turns, before Thales was about to get dizzy, he followed the back wheel of Grevo's car and finally saw Kurtz in front of a small dark hole.

"Ready?"

Kurtz looked nervous, but her movements were not delayed. She took out a low-quality eternal lamp that was obviously a second-hand product from the backpack behind her, and threw it to Thales.

The panting Thales hugged the eternal lamp, watched Kurtz take out ropes and tools, and said solemnly: "Any time."

The sound of fighting behind him began to slow down.

Kurtz smiled softly, as if with disdain: "Remember, only touch the places where I have stepped."

Thales took a deep breath and nodded with a complicated mood.

"Pray I don't die in there." Kurtz smiled and patted the veteran on the back.

The seamstress put the eternal lamp into her mouth, straightened her body, and with her feet down, she slid into the dark hole.

No one was seen.

This is...the black path?

Thales couldn't bear to be surprised that the small cave actually had a different sky. Grievor sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"My people will prepare horses over there and go wherever you want to go," the veteran looked hesitant, but said nothing in the end, "But, stay close to Kurtz inside."

Thales took a deep breath, followed the example of a seamstress, and pushed his legs into the cave. He didn't step on it all the way, but he felt the slightest coolness inside and the faint breeze.

"You won't come?"

The fight behind them continued, but the patrol's whistle sounded in the distance.

Clearly, time is running out.

Grievault patted half of his thigh and mocked: "Do I look like I can fly over walls and fly over walls?"

Thales was heartbroken.

"Go ahead," Grieve said with a gloomy expression and turned to the side: "I have to go back and clean up the mess, especially that dead face."

Thales looked at the veteran and clenched his fists.

"Grevor," Thales gritted his teeth and nodded heavily:

"Thanks."

The young man said seriously: "Whether you are doing it for Old Crow or for my mother."

Grivet was stunned.

Thales looked at him sincerely and nodded slightly.

The next second, the veteran's expression became angry. He slapped Thales on the back, and pushed him into the black path amidst the latter's exclamations.

Watching Thales disappear into the dark path, Grievor took two deep breaths to calm down his irritable mood.

Oh shit.

Grivet cursed silently in his mind.

For his mother?

Who does he think he is?

Grivet turned his wheelchair with an unswerving expression on his face, looked at the increasingly obvious fight on the street, and spat in displeasure.

"A king."

He looked at the newly lit sky and murmured.
To be continued...