【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

The storm finally stopped.

Zhao Xi jumped down from the steep cliff and quickly caught up with Sailan in front of him.

Zhao Xi was unfamiliar with this place and the only person he saw was Sailan. He was trapped by this shameless guy and could only follow him.

But Sailan was tall and took long steps, so Zhao Xi had to jog to keep up with him.

"..."

Feeling Sailan's gaze, Zhao Xi, who was floating beside him, looked up in confusion.

Why don’t you leave?

"Your magic reserves are excellent." Sailan said meaningfully.

The magical elements in the wasteland are complex and deeply intertwined, and the human body can only withstand a maximum of two elements, so many professions are divided, among which magicians are the most extreme.

As long as the body can store enough magic elements, then the strength will be extremely powerful. Those who cannot store magic power will never be able to become a magician in their lifetime.

All the magical elements in the wasteland are absorbed by the elemental storm, and magical elements are extremely scarce, so this is also the best place for exile in the Yatala continent.

They were convinced that no one could survive in the wasteland.

But Seran had never seen the girl lack magic power.

She even had enough energy to give herself a rose.

Zhao Xi heard the doubt in Sai Lan's words, but she was in no mood to explain. There was no need to say anything if no one would believe it.

She simply asked, “Where do we go next?”

Seran said, "The Zusa tribe."

In the Yatala continent, the place where humans live is usually called a kingdom, the elves and dwarves call it a forest, and the orcs call their habitat a tribe.

The Desolate Land is located in the northernmost part of the entire continent. The climate here is extremely hot and only orcs with thick skin and outstanding talents can live here. Moreover, most orcs are berserkers and have low requirements for magic elements, so they are not afraid even if their habitat borders the Desolate Land.

Walking up the steep mountain, in the yellow sand and strong wind, Zhao Xi vaguely saw groups of people that looked like small drums. They were the orc tribes.

Sailan jumped off the cliff. Zhao Xi admired him for daring to jump like that with his fake legs. His flesh was as strong as iron and he remained calm even during the collision.

Zhao Xi floated down slowly, only to find that he had stopped a group of camel beasts.

The leader of the group was a wolf-eared orc who took Seran's gold and said, "We will only take you as far as Zusa."

His eyes with vertical pupils swept over Sailan and Zhao Xi's bodies and said, "Casuo is the most trustworthy, Master Magician."

Zhao Xi looked into his eyes and realized that he was talking to her. She glanced at Sailan and said, "Go up."

Zhao Xi ignored him and floated onto the seat on the camel.

The wolf-eared orc frowned in slight surprise. He had thought that the noble and beautiful magician was in charge of this two-person team, but he did not expect that the silent warrior beside him was the master.

Receiving the man's glance in front of him, the wolf-eared orc's pupils shrank and he felt like he was looking into the eyes of a lion.

"There are dry food and water in the car. Please enjoy them if you need them." He said in a flattering manner.

Zhao Xi sat comfortably in his seat. The camel was very tall and the seats could accommodate three people. The seats were also covered with furry animal skins, which made Zhao Xi feel very comfortable after sitting on cold stones for a whole day.

There was a noise beside him, and Seran also sat up.

The camel looked heavy, but it actually walked very fast, and they reached their destination in no time.

The style of the orc tribes is mostly rough and bold. They worship claws, fangs and furs, and the colors are mostly dark colors of the earth. Animal skins and tusks are their favorite decorations.

Zhao Xi and Sai Lan's outfits immediately stood out.

But fortunately, the world is at peace now, the hatred between races is not very strong, and their appearance did not cause much commotion.

Seran walked past several tents and finally entered a tent in the corner.

As soon as they approached, a beastman girl came out with a basin in her hand. She had a pair of snow-white rabbit ears and red eyes.

When she saw Seran, her eyes lit up and she said, "Seran, you're here."

Her eyes flickered and fell on Zhao Xi.

"Who is this?" Maya asked hesitantly.

"Her name is Xixi." Sailan answered for Zhao Xi first, and then said, "Where is Old Yaqi?"

"Grandpa is resting in there." Maya said honestly.

"Follow the old rules." Sailan said, then opened the tent and walked in: "Clean her up."

Maya looked at the still slightly confused girl in front of her, bit her lower lip and said, "Come with me."

This rabbit orc named Maya was a very nice person. Not only did she take Zhao Xi to take a bath, she also prepared clothes and food for her.

"Thank you, Maya." Zhao Xi said with a smile while biting the bread.

Maya was getting some equipment in the house. When she heard Zhao Xi's words, she paused and said, "Nothing. This is what Sailan ordered."

"What's your relationship with Seran? This is the first time I see someone around him." Maya asked.

"It was a forced relationship." Zhao Xi said angrily, "He was the one who wouldn't let me leave."

"Ah?" Maya turned back in surprise.

She looked at Sissi, whose dust and tiredness had been washed away, like a golden gem that had regained its brilliance. Her naked skin was whiter than goat's milk, and her jewel-like eyes and delicate face were like treasures wrapped in silk.

No wonder Seran was moved.

Maya was a little disappointed. She forced a smile and said, "The people of Seran are very nice. You may have some misunderstanding."

Zhao Xi didn't expect that Sailan had such a good reputation here.

She wanted to ask more questions, but Maya hurried away with her things in her arms.

Zhao Xi sat for a long time without seeing anyone else, so he went to find Sailan out of boredom.

As soon as she got closer, she felt the heat of the flames on her face.

A huge furnace was burning furiously, and off to the side, was Seran.

He took off his black robe, revealing a tight black sleeveless top. His figure was perfect, with clear muscle lines, tight and powerful. His broad shoulders supported his clothes, making him look even taller.

Seran had a thick chest and a slender waist, presenting a charming inverted triangle figure. His legs were long and straight, and without the obstruction of clothes, his mechanical right hand was exposed, and the combination of flesh and machine hit him in the face.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his emerald eyes were extremely focused as he forged the thing in front of him.

"Saran's forging skills are better than those of the dwarf Trop that I have seen before."

An old voice came from the side. Zhao Xi turned around and saw an old orc standing beside her.

He had a pair of frizzy brown rabbit ears, a long beard, big hands holding a cigarette, and his chaotic eyes stared at Seran.

"What is his true identity?" asked the old orc.

Zhao Xi shook her head, she didn’t know.

"Really?" The old man did not ask further questions, but said in a distant and even nostalgic voice: "When I see him, I will think of the brave man."

"The brave man, Michel de Astaire."

[Honor is his cloak, justice is his code, humility is his shadow, and bravery is his banner.

He brings peace, he brings victory.

The goddess's darling, the savior hero.

——《Editorial Selection: Hymn of the Brave》】