In the southern part of the Naren Desert, the mighty war horses are galloping.
The expedition team from the Principality of the Lions is advancing between the dunes at a faster rate.
“Should be right in front.”
Roger ran to the front on his horse, gazing at the horizon in front of him, slightly relieved: “Unexpectedly, you should be able to reach the sentry oasis in half an hour.”
as a guide, he finally completed his preliminary tasks.
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