Chapter 520 8.39 The First Night's Destination

Chapter 520 39 The first night's destination

Loki thought carefully several times and confirmed that every detail of his deduction could match the information given by Concubine Xue.

But then again, no matter how much he thought, this was still a time traveler from more than a thousand years later, using countless movies, magazines and online literature in his mind to piece together his guesses.

The supervisor's inference still occupied the vast majority of it. He still couldn't give answers to many details in the story.

For example, where did all these events originate from?

For example, Concubine Xue knew that this was a fire pit, but she still jumped in without hesitation.

Did she have her own calculations? Similar to the "traitor" in the Three Kingdoms, she sought benefits for herself in the gap between the two major forces?

Of course, it also includes the biggest mystery for him now.

(Why did I lose exactly 13 years of memory and then wake up in the center of endless yellow sand?)

Is all this a coincidence or a premeditated plan with the girl he met later? !

Old Hash could not give him the answer to these two questions, nor could Mergwen, nor could Concubine Xue.

Time passed slowly in his drowsy thinking. The girl still sat opposite Loki, neither sad nor happy, casually drawing those familiar hieroglyphs, and making strange sounds that did not belong to this world.

In this muddled atmosphere, the scorching sun outside the window quickly slid from the mountains in the east to the sand sea in the west.

There was no wind and no danger.

The first day of the desert journey ended smoothly.

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The Hash horse team gave Loki the greatest respect.

All the other people in the team needed their horses to escort on both sides of the horse team, only he could sit in the plow cart like an official, drink fine wine and lean on the Persian blanket, and spend his days leisurely.

First of all, of course, it was because everyone believed that he was the legendary king of the Vikings.

His status was the highest in the audience.

But of course, it was also because of his brave fighting that the entire cart of goods was taken from the hands of the Crescent Chamber of Commerce.

The rules of the road were that he could take at least half of the goods, but he generously gave all the more than 100 carriages to Old Hash.

Not to mention lying in the plow cart to drink, even if he wanted to hug a few more women, Old Hash would do everything he could to do it for him.

On the first day, the Hash caravan walked in the sea of ​​sand until the bright moon was hanging high, and then stopped beside the ruins of an abandoned city.

Since leaving Memphis, they have passed several similar villages and towns all the way south.

Egypt a thousand years ago was not the dilapidated and desolate appearance it is today. At that time, the banks of the Nile River were not endless yellow sand and wasteland. The fields on both sides of the river were full of working serfs.

They did not need to work too hard, and they could get a good harvest just by relying on the fixed flooding of the Nile River every year.

However, the continuous wars and the large number of deaths and loss of "temple sacrifices" have made this once prosperous country no longer as prosperous as it was in the past. With the decreasing population, the barren fields and the large-scale loss of population have made the once fertile land become what it is today.

In the past, old Hash chose to take a detour to avoid the ruins of the ancient town. Mergwen wanted to enter the ruins of the village to find out, but all the workers in the caravan stopped him.

The young bachelor didn't understand why, but he could only obey.

This village is different.

Hash led the horse team straight through the gate and walked all the way to the side of the foot of an abandoned statue. The starry sky could only vaguely reflect a general outline, which was similar to the claws of a big bird in terms of appearance.

The first person in the team to find that something was wrong was Mergwen, who was walking behind old Hash.

Although he was only 22 years old, he had been studying ancient Egyptian history for more than 10 years. She knew all the gods believed in in the 5,000-year history of this ancient kingdom.

Familiar with their faces, just like familiar with their own parents.

The ancient Egyptian gods are much more human-like than they are monster-like. None of them have feet that look like this. If you insist on saying that they look like

The god worshipped by the "Assyrians" on the Mesopotamian Plain across the Mediterranean Sea in the same period: "Blood Demon" Pazuzu, has a head similar to that of a lion, two pairs of wings and a pair of claws like a goshawk.

After only one day of walking in the Black Desert, Hash is no longer surprised by this group of scholars who would stop and think at any time.

Walking to the side of the bird's claw, he moved a stone slab with force. The mottled marble slab actually slid smoothly along a slide to the other side, revealing a huge hole 7 meters wide and 5 meters high.

This building ruin that looks like a foot actually hides a more extensive underground palace at the bottom!

"We have arrived at the place where we need to rest for the first night. All members listen to my orders, let my caravan members enter first!"

"They will open the vents and remove the poison dart traps hidden in the cave. Everyone, please wait for a while until the underground is ventilated and the torches are lit before entering!"

All the merchants who can make a living on this yellow sand road mainly rely on the memory of the camping place in their brains.

The Taklamakan Desert after crossing the city of Memphis is completely a free people.

In this dark desert that can bury the entire Mediterranean, there are only 30,000 believers of the ancient gods.

Besides that, there was only endless fine yellow sand and countless ruins.

At night, Mergwen finally understood why this place was called the "Black Desert". The glittering yellow sand that shone brightly during the day would turn into deep black at night.

When the sky and the earth were connected in a straight line, camping outdoors would be like stepping into an endless stream of sticky ink.

If there was a sandstorm in this weather, the dark yellow sand at night would be blown up by the strong wind, and the whole world would become an airtight black.

That would be a veritable "falling into a black hole".

Therefore, the most important thing to cross this desert is to find a campsite for the night.

The unwritten rule of the Shakou Caravan is not to bring strangers across the desert. Because it is very dangerous to reveal the campsite where you depend on for survival to others.

If you make enemies in the future, the enemy only needs to secretly throw some poisonous monsters in the campsite or set a few traps in hidden corners.

The whole team may die in their sleep.

On the way, Hash stopped Mergwen from leading the scholars into the village at will, and it was for this reason. There might be some ancient traps left over from the past at the entrance of these ruins.

As long as you step on them, there is only one way to die in this endless yellow sand.

Hash's countermeasures are the same.

Every time before leaving, he would set up a few traps at the place where he stayed. Before entering the place where he stayed next time, he would let his subordinates who had been following him for a long time to recover them.

In this way, it can prevent others from occupying the nest and letting others use the route that he had explored through the wind and sand for many years.

After working for nearly an hour, when the ventilation in the underground palace was restored and all the traps were removed, a full moon in the dark sand sea had risen above his head.

The horses in the horse team went through the gate in pairs. After entering this broken priest, Loki found that the scale of this underground palace was surprisingly large.

The pale yellow marble was stacked neatly, forming a huge underground palace with a height of nearly 5 meters. The walls of the underground palace were painted with sitting pharaohs, ancient gods, and hieroglyphs like those of ancient Egypt.

Hash's men had already opened the vents and lit torches.

After getting off the horse and touching the mottled wall, Mergwen looked at his companions and found that they also showed puzzled expressions.

Why are these hieroglyphs so big?