Imrik's joining caused whispers among the ordinary people in the caravan.
They secretly looked at the looming luxurious robes under the cloak of the mysterious mage, and the elegant and calm back of the black horse, and discussed with each other their knowledge of these most mysterious groups in Faerûn.
It is strange to say that among the countless professions in Faerun, professions with spellcasting abilities are quite common, although not the vast majority. Whether they are paladins, secret knights or priests, they cannot cause ordinary people like mages.
The curiosity and fear in people's hearts.
In their eyes, country clowns who can only perform tricks and careless sorcerers are completely different from the mysterious and dangerous mages in their minds.
"Don't mind, they are just a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins." Seeing his subordinates discussing mages in a cryptic way, Gassanre, who was afraid of offending them, walked over and said with a flattering smile.
He was not one of those upstarts who had never seen a mage. From the first moment he saw Imrik, he knew the calm and elegant temperament of this mysterious mage and the priceless gemstone ring on his hand.
This person is completely different from those low-level mages who pretend to be powerful.
Such a mage should study magic in a huge mage organization, or use money to hire a large number of servants to escort him on his journey.
Of course, he will not look down upon the opponent just because he is weak. The twisted-looking two-headed tauren next to the mage is not someone to be trifled with at first glance. If the professionals from the Dragonlance Adventure Group are not included, I am afraid that the entire
If everyone in the caravan comes together, there won't be enough for each other to drink a pot.
Imrik, who was riding on the horse, chuckled. Of course he would not get angry about this, unless it was in Waterdeep City, or in wizarding kingdoms like Halrua and Sere, where his kind would always be rare.
"Mr. Gassanre, this journey to the Valley of Shadows is really difficult. It is rare for a personal caravan like you to have the courage to cross Ainook." Imrik, who was riding a horse, pointed out something.
said.
Gasan Rui smiled coquettishly, brushed his sparse hair and said, "Well, there is a proverb in the Karatu continent, which is to gain wealth through danger."
Imric was moved after hearing this. The mysterious eastern continent Karatu is filled with all kinds of ancient oriental elements and proverbs from the previous life. He has always been curious about whether there are other earth travelers who have come here and guided that land.
The yellow people in the mainland have become what they think of the ancient East.
After Gassanre finished speaking, he swallowed thirstily. In this hot desert, saying one more word would cause the loss of water.
Obviously, this caravan does not have expensive magic items such as endless water bags. Fresh water resources are stored in the carriage, but in this desert, water resources are extremely precious, and not a single penny can be wasted.
It would take Imric two weeks to cross this desert alone, but with a bloated carriage and a large number of mortals, this time would be nearly doubled.
Obviously, the water they brought was far from enough, but over the years, passing caravans have learned how to find oases in the desert. These holy places in the yellow sand nurture all living things, and the water resources they brought were only in the desert.
Bring emergency supplies to areas without supplies.
The hot climate brought severe challenges to the ordinary people in the caravan. Guards who were too short of water kept falling down, and the remaining companions would take out a small amount of water for them to drink.
"Where is the nearest oasis?" Jerome came over and asked at this time. As a lawful and good paladin, he could not see these ordinary people suffering.
"There's still half a day's journey," Gassanre said feebly at this time.
"Take it." Imric took out the endless water bag and threw it to Jerome.
Jerome accepted it doubtfully, saw the magic runes on it, and said excitedly: "This is the endless water bag?"
Imric smiled and nodded.
Gassanrei heard this and his eyes widened. The water resources in the desert could not be called liquid gold. It is said that behind the toll-paying inns in the oases are Blue Dragon bosses.
Water magic creates clean water, and then sells it to passing tourists for a large amount of gold coins. It can be called a cost-effective business.
Gassanrui's lips trembled, but he was embarrassed to say what he wanted to say. This is water. In this desert, it is a precious and rare thing that can produce unlimited water!
Jerome saw the eager look in Gassanre's eyes, scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Well, Imrik, can you use it for these poor people? Don't worry, I will get a bucket to collect the water.
It won't stain your water bag."
The black-robed mage stared into the distance, glanced back, and said nonchalantly: "Whatever you want."
Gassanre was overjoyed and quickly ordered the people in the team to bring out the buckets. He took a rope and hung the endless water bag upside down on the carriage. The gurgling water flowed out from the mouth of the cowhide bag, making the people around him unable to stop watching.
Swallowing saliva.
Jerome also glanced at Imrik gratefully. Paladins always pay the highest respect to those who can help them do good.
The caravan continued to move forward. With the support of endless water bags, the guards were obviously more energetic. Those who were thirsty would go to the bucket and grab a bowl of water from a cup, and they would feel refreshed and restored.
As they walked, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the yellow sand on the ground began to be blown into the air. Imric stared into the distance and frowned slightly.
At this time, a hunchbacked man in the motorcade walked to the front. He was the guide invited by Gassanre. He anxiously said to Gassanre: "Sandstorm! The sandstorm is coming!"
Gassanre nodded. He called everyone to stop, prepared to secure the carriage's cargo, and hid behind the camel to wait for the sandstorm to pass.
"Eye of the Falcon." Imrik cast a spell on himself. He looked into the distance and saw an extremely wide desert wall advancing towards him. Yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and a huge tornado moved slowly in the middle of the sandstorm.
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His expression changed, and he shouted to Gassanre: "Hurry up, this sandstorm is too big, a tornado has formed, you must avoid it."
After hearing this, Gasan Rui felt a sudden shock in his heart. Even a powerful mage said that the sandstorm was unbearable. How big was it?
He quickly asked the hunchbacked man: "The Master said that the sandstorm was too big and we had to avoid it. How to get out."
The hunchbacked man was stunned for a moment. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance with a serious face. Then he lay down on the ground and put one ear to the ground, listening quietly to a certain sound.
After a while, he stood up and said anxiously: "Yes, the sandstorm is too big. I have never seen a sandstorm of this scale. Let's go! Go north! There is an oasis there."
Gassanre gave orders to the entire team, and everyone quickly turned around and accelerated their pace.