Over the weekend, the Tors, resting their bodies slowly, came to the torn wind wilderness again.
Drawing on the last lesson, this is a midnight departure.
Arriving in the morning, the carriage stop was quite busy.
Morning smoke rises everywhere, and I hear a noisy noise eventually.
"Look, Moo, I got it"
"Is that it? Why are you out there if you had a good toe?
The Tors, who disembarked from the carriage, head to the table of crates set in the centre.
The guide to the guide I was looking for was found immediately.
Garoud, who grabbed the robust biscuits with no expression, slowly glanced at the Tors as they noticed.
"... you've been motivated all morning."
"Last time I turned back on the way. This time I want to go a little further."
"That unchanging character hasn't changed at all. If you're Sarah, you're getting dressed right now. Whatever you want, I can show you."
"Are you sure? That won't help."
If a veteran shield will accompany you, I'm comfortable at times of need.
Thor and the others, prompted to take their seats, accompany them for breakfast.
"So, this time, but I'm thinking about going north where I heard there's pretty little sand"
"... although there is certainly no sand at all in the north. Then I won't have to."
"Is it not a good idea to go north?
"No, I don't mean no, but it's not compatible there. You'll see."
"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Thor..."
So Sarah called from behind, so the conversation was broken.
The Ethereal Scale woman could not see her expression because she wore a hood deep in her eyes, but from the tone of her voice, there seems to be no problem.
"Morning. Nice to meet you today"
"Oh, hey, Sarah."
"Say hello!
"Guide, please"
Tor, who was ready and carried his luggage, turned to the north.
Continue silently through the wilderness with nothing to block but the rocky mountain-like shadows you can see in the distance.
White sand exposed to blowing winds swirls at your feet, but solid ground is still easy to walk on.
A row, lined in a vertical row with Tor at the head, proceeded with exasperation.
After about an hour, Tor notices a small discomfort.
The size of the Rock Mountain hasn't changed much.
I'll just try to raise the pace a little bit.
Two hours later, Rock Mountain finally approached.
I thought it was quite big but surprisingly small because it was visible from quite a distance.
about the same extent as the carriage I have been on.
But as soon as he got into the rocky wind, Tor noticed a difference with clarity.
The wind subsided.
Face out of the shadow of a rock and you feel quite a bit of resistance.
He seemed under a lot of pressure because of the opposite wind, which was gaining strength unknowingly.
"Soon, the wind will be strong."
"Oh, really! I thought it wasn't easy to get warm."
"It's hard to understand because it's the same direction it blows"
Unlike the center, the wind over here is apparently only in one direction.
In terms of tiredness, the last time was tougher, but in terms of walking difficulty, this time is more troublesome.
"Toe, Toe, Moo can't do this anymore. If you don't get busy soon, it's a lot."
A child who has mentioned something similar to the one before, but it is also inevitable.
This time I brought a hauling stock to take home the white and hard copper.
I guess I was heavily influenced by the wind because I was carrying a flat soli.
Watching Moo shake his body with flutter, Thor wonders why Garoud declined to guide him.
"I see, walking with a shield on your back can also be a hundred million robberies. Look, To-chan's just gonna take Soli."
"Mmm. To-chan's Kechi!
Sticking to his hips and stroking the head of a child shaking his neck, Thor asks for his opinion from the guide who followed him to the rear.
"I'm sorry it took so long, but it would help if I could get one of your advice."
"Right...... I was wondering if Mr. Thor and Mr. Sola had any problems. The other two are walking better..."
"Oh, couldn't you?
Salarisa said the refreshing walk that stretches her spine is good throughout the city but unsuitable in this wilderness.
The stride is small increments, and the trick seems to be to lean forward in a way that feels like letting yourself be in the wind.
"The rest is a bit of an inner crotch feeling and you're not tired of walking with your knees and ankles..."
As they tried the walking way they learned, Tor and the others went out into the wind again.
The air is gaining momentum so much that I no longer feel the clarity and wind pressure.
Thor turned the path into a zigzag, so that the wind would be half-baked.
Take the time to move on to the next rocky mountain.
As we went in the back, the wind grew stronger and stronger.
I see fine cracked ground going on everywhere because there is little sand except flying in.
Others are even rocks, rocks and rocks.
They are called condensed white rocks, the surface is flat and few irregularities are found.
Was it shredded by the wind, many rocks pointy toward the wind?
Protruding out of the earth seemed like the tip of a thick, white blade at any rate.
Proceeding against the wind, for a few hours.
What the Tors finally arrived at near noon was the view of the uneven and pointy rocks lining one side.
Rocks slightly beyond the back length of an adult male protrude from the ground at intervals.
"This place is called Thousand Blades Gahara."
"Huh, that's going to make it a lot easier to get around"
"Is that it? Is the wind loosening up too?
"Thanks to so many rocks."
"Well, if we go to that big rock in the middle, we'll take a lunch break."
"Is that dinner? To!"
A few large rocks were seen in the middle, even from the edges, standing apart.
The Tors approach it as they pass through the white rock.
"Something seems to be hiding."
"If you ask me, I will."
The way you move quickly from rock shade to rock shade against the wind may look like you're playing from the side.
In the meantime, Moo lowered his voice.
"There he is, To."
"... oh, I thought it was time"
What was ahead of the child pointing fingers was the rock he was about to head to next.
Thor, with his sword in his hand, gently kills his footsteps and turns across the rock.
But there's nothing there.
"............ where?
"There you go. - Hey, To."
Something accidentally jumped out of under the rock at that time when he moved his gaze only for a moment into Moo's words.
Tor flicking cloak.
But something of that string pierced the blue striped serpentine leather that boasted the utmost defense.
Bottling at the same time, something falls to the ground.
It was the left arm of a chopped toil.