Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

They huddled together in pairs so that they could keep warm in the freezing cold of the night and avoid freezing to death.

They had already set up their tents before the black storm swept in.

Since the ground below was all sand, in order to prevent the people and the tent from being blown away together, Domi summoned the three heroes of Black Night Manor to help the two girls hold down the four corners of the tent.

"coming soon!"

Waaaaah!! Waaaaah!!

A fierce wind howled in!

A massive sandstorm whipped up clouds of dust, obscuring the only remaining sliver of sunlight.

The flying sand was like rapidly spinning BBs hitting the tent surface. If it weren't for its good quality, it would probably have been riddled with small holes, and the wind would have flowed in.

It's great that they managed to hold on...

As the black storm passed, a frozen night descended, and the temperature plummeted to an absurd level!

Domi and Tori were locked in their sleeping bags, shivering. It was the first time they had voluntarily clung so close together.

In another tent, because girls are naturally afraid of the cold, and it was really too cold, Afu crawled directly into Forty-Seven's sleeping bag. Only when their skin was pressed tightly together did they feel a little warmer.

Two beautiful faces gazed at each other, both blushing slightly.

"Um... Forty-Seven, you won't mind, will you?"

"Wouldn't it be too cruel of me to say I mind..."

Hehe~ You're still the best~

Domi condensed a small puddle of water between his fingers, and two seconds later, it turned into an ice cube and smashed into Domi's face.

"Pfft..."

"Do not laugh."

He shook his face to shake off the ice: "At this rate of freezing, it's probably minus thirty degrees now, which has already broken my lowest predicted temperature."

"In the latter half of the night, the temperature could very well drop to minus fifty degrees Celsius, with a temperature difference of nearly one hundred degrees Celsius throughout the day..."

"Uh... so what should we do? Dig our own graves in advance?"

"Don't tell lame jokes on such a cold day, okay?" Domi rolled her eyes. "Although I don't know what to do either."

"Wish you good luck, and hope you don't freeze to death in your sleep."

The desert at night possesses a desolate beauty.

The sky was devoid of stars or moon, resembling a completely black canvas, with the vast desert meeting the horizon as the only color on this canvas.

When viewed upside down, it looks like a bucket of paint being poured from above the canvas, ultimately creating this uneven desert.

In this quiet, deserted place, every time night falls, the buried living history emerges from the sand and comes to breathe in the land of the living.

"Ho ho..."

"Ho ho ho ho ho..."

A skeletal hand with little flesh emerged from the sand.

Then came the second and the third, densely packed, until they divided a vast desert into their territory.

After the hands came out, came the head, neck, torso, pelvis filled with sand that was constantly leaking out, and finally two legs that looked like they might break at any moment, but could actually still walk and even run.

Unlike the one in the village, these mummies were clad in armor and helmets, and some even carried rusty tetanus swords.

They were once soldiers bathed in the glory of the Sun King, riding into battle and enjoying the company of beauties on foot; milk and honey were the rewards for the brave.

Defeat? Death?

These two words are never in the dictionary.

They are souls returned from the underworld, forever walking the path of revenge and conquest, now and in the future.

They began their march with somewhat disordered steps, their empty eye sockets and shrunken eyeballs searching for any trace of life within their sight.

Any life that appears on enemy territory is an enemy, and enemies must be annihilated.

Then they saw two tents standing on the sand dunes, filled with a life force that was both hateful and alluring.

"Ruai rula rula! (Bring them death!)"

rustle……

The withered soles of their feet rustled and crunched on the cold sand, a sound that was incredibly dense.

With the help of spider senses, alarms blared in the sensory field, and Domi was suddenly awakened from her sleep, while Touer next to her was still snoring away!

He went up and slapped her.

"Fuck you?!"

"Wake up! Get dressed, something's wrong!"

Forty-seven, too, noticed the movement in advance.

When Domi and Tori stepped out of the tent, Forty-Seven also came out with Afu, who was still sleepy-eyed but was completely awakened by the cold wind.

The four of them looked back and were startled; even Domi was taken aback.

Good heavens, this is like a zombie apocalypse in another world!?

"A mummified corpse... probably a soldier from the Xisha remnants, practically unkillable. Grab everything, we need to get going!"

The toddler couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Should we bring the tent?"

Domi glanced at the distance between the Xisha soldiers and them, and immediately made a decision:

"It's too late. Anyway, we still have two tents, so let's leave them here!"

"It's all up to you!"

The four of them shouldered their backpacks, abandoned their tents, and began their escape.

The torrent of soldiers from the Xisha Islands swallowed up the tents in an instant after they left.

That wasn't all. As they ran forward, scattered Xisha soldiers kept crawling out of the ground, making hoarse noises, trying to grab their ankles.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Then, something even faster happened: the neighing of horses could be heard not far away.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the sand was as if it had been silenced, but Domi knew very well that it was galloping toward them.

"Run! Run! We can't get surrounded!"

The heat generated by their vigorous exercise allowed them to barely withstand the biting cold outside, but as soon as they relaxed a little, that warmth would dissipate like smoke.

Sweat pinched on the skin will freeze, bringing a coldness that is even closer to the skin.

Even under these circumstances, they kept running and running...

Not far away, another fleeing squad was spotted, followed by a dense swarm of Xisha soldiers.

The captains of both teams quickly gestured to each other not to fight.

Any normal person would accept a temporary ceasefire agreement. If fighting resumes now, those mummified soldiers will likely be the biggest beneficiaries.

You can feast on fresh human flesh and blood without doing anything.

After expressing their 'friendship', the two groups gradually merged and ran side by side.

Not every team reacts as quickly as Domi's team. The opposing team seemed to be running away in a more panicked state, not even having time to put on a few extra layers of clothing, and carrying very few bags.

In the desert where there are almost no supplies, food and water brought in from the outside world become the only food and water available.

However, Domi and his group had plenty of supplies. By successfully hunting down other 'players' with a 100% success rate, their backpacks were now full of resources.

Without material support, in such a harsh environment, the other party's future situation is almost predictable.

It will reach a point where killing is absolutely necessary.

"Brother! Brother!"

The opposing captain shouted to Domi as he ran.

Domi didn't turn his head, maintaining the most energy-efficient and correct running posture throughout:

"What?"

"After we shake off those mummies, could you share some water with us? We left all our supplies at the camp..."

"I'm sorry, we don't have many left either. My suggestion is to wait until daytime, then go back the way we came to retrieve them. These Xisha soldiers will probably disappear on their own by daytime."

"What are you kidding!?"

A woman in the opposing team screamed:

"My mouth is practically steaming right now, how can I wait until tomorrow? I need water, I need it now!"

This time, Domi ignored her completely, letting the shrew run wild on her own.

To his surprise, the members of the opposing team were actually accommodating this 'young lady'-like figure.

But judging from their equipment, it doesn't look very sophisticated.

"Charles, if you want me, a magician who graduated from the Imperial Magic Academy, to remain in your lowly ranks, then show some sincerity!"

Seeing the expression on the opposing captain Charles's face, Domi instantly realized what was going on.

Oh! I see.

So this is ah!

Isn't this just another world version of a simp? No wonder he looks so familiar.

However, it's understandable. Mages from magic academies, especially imperial magic academies, are generally of higher quality than wild mages. If there's such a mage in the team, not only will the overall strength increase, but it will also make the team look more prestigious.

This is the same principle as Boiling Sheep licking a goddess and then bragging to his friends that he actually has such a beautiful goddess to lick.

Under pressure, Charles gritted his teeth and was about to run to Domi's side when he was driven back by the menacing glares of the other three.

"too close."

Forty-seven said calmly.