"Is that mountain really so far away?" The old Shaman asked curiously.
Ji Nuan forced a bitter smile. "Not only far, but also really dangerous. On the way, we encountered Red Scorpions capable of piercing the defenses of fifth-level orcs, and there was also a massive sandstorm."
"We almost died in that sandstorm. Luckily, Shaman Ji Nuan was passing by and saved us," Harry said with a laugh.
The old Shaman sighed. "For orcs unfamiliar with the desert, traveling in it is indeed a perilous endeavor."
"Other than the continent behind the mountain, are there other places?" They couldn't just turn back, or the journey would be far too short.
The old Shaman nodded. "There's another truly dangerous place that I've only heard of. They say it's the edge of the desert, an expanse of black quicksand emitting a strange odor where neither beasts nor orcs can survive.
The closest place to that area is the Cabran Oasis. It's occupied by the Xida Tribe — they might know something about it."
