The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

AndifIcouldfindaway,Iwouldbringyoubacktonight,

If I could bring you back to life tonight,

I'dmakeyoulook,I'dmakeyoulie,

I will let you hear and see the eloquence of my words,

I'dtakethecoldnessfromyoureyes,

Let your eyes no longer be cold,

But you out of old me, if you love me,

But you tell me if I still love you,

Letitdie,

Just let it die.

Song of Sands

"We were once wanderers, trekking through endless seas of sand and sandstorms."

"Water is far more precious than blood."

"..."

2910 - Deep in the Erulu Desert

Dust, dust all over the sky.

A few short rays of sunlight penetrated through the sand and dust, pierced into the depths of the sand sea with difficulty, and fell into the boy's eyes.

His pupils were a cloudy gold color, slightly turned up, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

As if from far away, the boy heard a loud shout:

"...child...my child..."

"...under the gaze of the sun..."

"...Go out..."

"...Ugaon..."

Something sticky flowed into my mouth, fishy, ​​yet so sweet.

The young man only felt a stream of warm current flowing into his body. He closed his eyes and seemed to hear a golden bird singing in his hazy mind.

When he regained consciousness, he felt himself being held tightly in someone's arms.

He raised his head and saw his mother's shriveled and withered face - until her death, she used her body to build a wall for the boy to resist the wind and sand, which never fell down.

"..."

The boy did not shed tears, because tears are water, a resource more precious than blood.

The boy stood up, tore off a small piece of cloth from his mother's headscarf, and tied it around his wrist.

Then, he faced the wind and sand alone and trekked into the distance.

......

"We were slaves, living under the blade and the whip."

"Life is meaner than sand."

"..."

"Snapped!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The whip tore open the man's skin, and his flesh and blood burst apart, revealing his white bones.

In the corner of the desert mine, the Garo people laughed wildly and whipped a miner with a whip.

Inside the open-pit mine, the rest of the miners were silent, waving the stone drafts in their hands silently.

They dug with all their might in the yellow-brown sand, just to find a little gold.

"Uh ah ah!"

“Aaaaaah…”

The slave screamed, and blood splattered on the gravel ground, and was dried by the sun in an instant.

Seeing that the slave was motionless, the Garo guard kicked his body over and snatched the bag from his waist.

He tore the bag open and poured the liquid into his hands, but only a little gold sand came out.

"You bastard, you want water with just this little bit of food?"

The Garo guard kicked the slave's broken head, then turned and left with a laugh, discussing tonight's entertainment with other overseers.

Seeing that the guards had left, several slaves quietly put down their work, stealthily walked to the body of the deceased, and lowered their bodies.

Then, there were bursts of water sucking sounds.

"..."

In the corner of the mine, Ugaen watched all this silently, watching the golden people die for gold.

After he came out of the sandstorm, he joined a nomadic tribe and headed to the legendary oasis country, "Galuo".

Unexpectedly, when they finally found the oasis, what awaited them was slavery.

When they arrived at the oasis, the Garo people, who were the masters of the oasis, welcomed them warmly and communicated with the leader of the nomads.

The merchants wearing large white turbans stroked their beards as they signed contracts with the nomadic leaders, and then left with the beautiful women from the Golden People on camels.

As for strong men like Ugaen, before they could come to their senses, they were transported in batches to mines in the desert, where the people of gold were cruelly used as tools to search for gold.

It was not until he heard the overseers talking and laughing while drinking that he realized that all this had never changed in thousands of years.

Today, Ugan has been working in the mine for five years.

He witnessed the people of gold killing each other just to take the gold sand for themselves in exchange for more water.

He witnessed the invasion of foreign races, where the Garo overseers treated exhausted slaves as playthings, tearing their bodies apart with whips and swords.

The young man watched all this with his golden pupils. He was silent, but golden quicksand gradually brewed in his pupils.

Watching the slaves devouring their fallen comrades, he said nothing, but silently hid the stone knife in his pocket.

......

"We were fugitives, hiding in the shadows, beyond the reach of iron hoofs and arrows."

"Fear is crueler than the night."

"..."

"leader!"

Ugaen looked up and saw a guard rushing in, causing the candle on his desk to flicker unsteadily.

"The Garo people are coming!"

"..."

Ugaen nodded, put down the pen in his hand, stood up, drew a curved sword from the weapon rack beside him, and signaled the guards to go out with him.

When the tent was opened, what came into view was a chaotic camp. Fire had already started on the distant horizon, accompanied by the sound of iron hoof footsteps.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ugaen's expression did not change at all. He touched the cloth tied in his hand and turned to the guard beside him and said:

"You lead the Snake Fang Group to meet the enemy, and inform the others to retreat with me into the depths of the desert."

"But if we go deeper, the water will be..." The guard was a little confused.

Ugaan's expression was as hard as stone:

"The Golden Sun will guide you and me. Go."

He patted the guard's shoulder. In fact, he had said similar words to countless people since he started the rebellion in the gold mine five years ago.

That time, he declared in the cave under the name of the "Golden Sun", successfully mobilizing a large number of slaves, who started a rebellion while shouting the name of gold.

They killed all the guards of the gold mine, found the merchant who happened to be there to collect his salary, and hung his body on a signpost beside the trade route.

After that, he had been on the run - the cavalry of Singara kept chasing him, and he could only keep running away, occasionally liberating a gold mine deep in the desert, and expanding his scale by plundering trade routes.

However, all this ended in the early spring of this year, when the King of Singara personally issued a decree, classifying the "Golden People" as an evil nation and marching into the desert on a large scale.

This was the fifth retreat this year. The Ugaan rebels were about to be forced into the deepest part of the desert, a wasteland that no one had ever set foot on. Even the oldest maps of the Golden People had never recorded that area.

"..."

Watching his personal guards and a group of soldiers walking away into the distance, golden sand once again flowed in Ugaen's golden pupils.

He waved his hand, signaling the people under him to evacuate with him into the depths of the desert.

As the war progressed, it seemed that even the night wind was tinged with sparks. Ugaan rode a camel and led his troops forward on the sea of ​​sand.

The desert in the dark night was constantly flowing under the influence of the wind, like an "ocean" - Ugaen learned this name from the Garo scroll he had confiscated. He heard that it was a desert made of water, endless, extending to the horizon.

When Ugaon first heard of the term "sea", he thought it was a lie made up by the Garo people - if water was really endless, then why would they suffer from thirst?

But as he learned more and more from the captured Garo people, he actually believed that there was something called the sea at the end of the desert - vast and boundless, like a blue dream.

Trekking through the desert in the dark night, Ugaan suddenly felt an endless desire for the sea.

If he could really find the sea, wouldn't the Golden People no longer have to live in hunger and thirst?

Although the Garo people said that "sea water is undrinkable", Ugaan just thought it was a lie to persuade him not to look for the sea.

Only when you get it can you know whether it is true or false.

"..."

Just as Ugaen was thinking, a sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder.

He fell off his camel, and there followed the sound of swords being drawn, war cries, and the thud of iron hooves trampling across the sand.

The whereabouts were exposed, it was obvious.

Ugaen stood up, pulled out the arrow that was stuck in his flesh, and drew out his long scimitar.

He saw two cavalrymen charging towards him, leaped up and swung his sword.

A cold light flashed, two heads fell to the ground, and iron hooves neighed.

Ugaan turned around and joined the battle, but the enemies were increasing in number and they were gradually outnumbered.

The people around him fell one after another. The Garo soldiers plunged their spears into the breasts of the begging women, and stomped on the heads of the surrendered people with laughter, as if they were despicable termites.

Ugaen waved the scimitar in his hand stiffly. He felt that the whole world was getting farther and farther away from him, and his soul seemed to be gradually being pulled away as the blood spilled.

Just before he fell, a sandstorm came from the horizon and swept across the sea of ​​sand—

"Rumble--"

The raging sand and dust covered everything, dyeing the entire sand dune into a yellowish-brown color.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ugain jumped on his camel and fled for his life into the depths of the desert.

The sand and dust cut bloody marks on his face like knives, covered his mouth and nose, and made it difficult for him to breathe.

But he just grabbed the piece of rag in his hand, leaned over the camel's back, and bit his lips tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the camel that was shot by the arrow fell to the ground and died. Ugaen climbed up from the camel's corpse and ran desperately towards the depths of the desert.

He ran and ran until everything went dark before his eyes and he fell to the ground.

When he was submerged in the sea of ​​sand, he seemed to have returned to the sandstorm that took away his mother, helplessly handing over his life to motherhood and the yellow sand.

......

As Ugaon gradually regained consciousness, his vision became drenched in golden light.

He could feel that he was lying in the sand, but the sand was not hot, but cool, cooling his skin.