Sand King Festival is actually the day when the sandworm king comes out to lay eggs. Thousands of sandworms will appear at that time. For the sandworm village with simple folk customs and living by catching sandworms, this can be said to be a real blessing.
It’s a great harvest here.
Thinking of this, Han Wu's mouth seemed to be watering. She had been here for almost a year. After tasting the delicacies cooked with sandworms, she was very interested in the Sand King Festival where she could eat more sandworm food.
I started looking forward to it.
"Xiao Wu, the thought of eating makes you crazy?" The old woman looked at Han Wu's appearance and couldn't help but become happy.
"Ah! Mark, wait for me for ten minutes, no, five minutes is enough." Han Wu said hurriedly, and then walked to her room. At the same time, she still didn't let go of the hot sandworm porridge.
, regardless of how hot it was, drank it directly.
"Grandma Sanfan, isn't she... afraid of getting burned?" This move left Mark stunned, and Grandma Sanfan shook her head helplessly.
Han Wu walked back to the room, equipped himself with lightning speed, and appeared in front of Mark. It only took four minutes. This speed... ahem, I can only say that the charm of the Sand King Festival is really
It's not that big.
"Mark, get ready, let's go." Han Wu said to Mark impatiently. She didn't want to lose the qualification to participate in the Sand King Festival because she was late.
"good!"
"Xiao Wu, wait!" When Han Wu and Mark were about to go out, Grandma Sanfan suddenly stopped them.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" Han Wu asked with some confusion.
"Where are your weapons?" Grandma Sanfan said calmly. Indeed, Han Wu now has a set of equipment, but she lacks a useful weapon.
Although sandworms are considered low-level creatures in the Kama Desert, they still possess deadly attack power, especially the sandworm king, who is the supreme being of the sandworm tribe and possesses powerful destructive power.
"Oh... Mark said he prepared a heavy iron for me." Han Wu said, but Grandma Sanfan didn't say anything. She told them to wait a while and then walked into her bedroom, which made Han Wu a little bit.
Puzzled.
After a while, Grandma Sanfan came out, holding something wrapped in linen in her hand.
"Take it, this will be your weapon." Grandma Sanfan said seriously and handed the thing in her hand to Han Wu.
Han Wu didn't know why, so he opened the linen cloth, revealing a cross sword that was red all over, as if stained with blood. Han Wu stared blankly at the flowing light above, a little lost in thought. Although she didn't understand what a good sword was, her intuition told her
She is definitely not a mortal.
However, when Mark looked at this sword, he was surprised, but he was also puzzled. This is because the weapons used to hunt sandworms in Sandworm Village are heavy iron, and this kind of broad-edged and heavy sword is truly lethal.
Ah, Mark didn't understand why Grandma Sanfan wanted to give Han Wu such a slender sword? Just seeing the serious look on Grandma Sanfan's face, he couldn't help but intervene.
Of course, Han Wu is a girl, and it is indeed suitable to be paired with such a sword. However, Han Wu is not an ordinary girl. She is even much more powerful than some boys. A sword weighs more than ten kilograms.
Even with one hand, he can dance like a tiger.
Han Wu was so powerful that Mark didn't treat her as a girl. If it weren't for Han Wu's special nature, a female would not be allowed to participate in the Sand King Festival.
Han Wu glanced at the cross sword and then at Grandma Sanfan. She was a little confused, but she still said seriously: "Okay, I will use this sword."
Grandma Sanfan looked at Han Wu's firm eyes and couldn't help but smile with relief. Although she knew that Han Wu had doubts in his heart, now was not the time to explain. And that Han Wu could trust Grandma Sanfan so firmly also made her happy.
Feeling relieved.
After saying goodbye to Grandma Sanfan, Han Wu grabbed Mark's hand and ran towards the sacrifice square. Although Mark didn't think Han Wu was a girl, she was still a beautiful girl after all, and her delicate hands were
Holding it in his rough hands made him feel very unnatural, for fear that his calluses would hurt such hands.
However, time was tight and Mark was not allowed to be pretentious. They had already wasted a lot of time. If they were late, they would have to wait until next year.
Looking at Han Wu's running back, Grandma Sanfan's eyes gradually became confused, mixed with a touch of sadness. "Is it right or wrong to leave that to her?" Grandma Sanfan murmured to herself, "