1190 Karaburan (1/2)

As people who had lived in the desert for thousands of years, Bedouin people often had excellent memory and observation. The better the guide, the more so. It had been integrated into their blood as a survival instinct.

They could tell the difference between a dune and another dune, remember the shape of a date palm tree they'd seen two or three years ago, and even judge the age and sex of a camel from its footprints, as well as whether a man was riding it or not and how much it was carrying. They could guess where the camel had last eaten grass from its dung.

Since Nabari was the best guide in the tribe, it was reasonable to be excellent in both observation and memory. Otherwise, it would be a bit of an embarrassment to his name.

He said he had seen a cat like Fina, but his tone was not very sure. It was unusual unless it was seen in a very special situation or he had seen it a very long time ago.

Salem was also surprised. He had always believed in Uncle Nabari's abilities and said, ”Uncle Nabari, please try your best to remember. Have you seen it before or not? Have you ever seen it before? Where did you see it?”

For an instant, Nabari's face shook with fear, and his body trembled as if this had evoked terrible memories.

”That was a long time ago, when I was your age.” Nabari looked at Salem, but his eyes seemed to be looking at himself many years ago. ”I followed my father into the desert and served as a guide to a group of people. As a result, I encountered a terrible Karaburan...”

It was his past that was unbearable to remember, and Nabari still had palpitations when he recalled it.

He had never seen such a terrible Karaburan in his life. At noon, he could see his own hand in front of him. The storm was so fierce that it could blow people away. The camels were panicked. They spent a lot of energy to pull the camels and keep them from running away, and then they let them lie down in a circle while they hid within the fence made by the camels, praying for the storm to pass quickly...Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

But the storm did not let them go so easily.

Not long after, they were horrified to realize that the sand had practically covered the camels that were lying down. If they waited any longer, all of them would be buried here.

In this case, they could only forcefully pull the camels up, without even caring about their goods, and head forward in the direction to leave the desert, based on their memories.

Even with the best guide, they still lost their way. The violent storms changed the landscape around them, countless dunes disappeared, and countless dunes emerged from the sky, moving like living beasts and masking all the familiar landmarks.

When the storm finally stopped, there were a lot fewer people on the team. They disappeared into the desert just like that, and no one saw them ever again.

That night, as they lit a bonfire and silently ate the little food left, young Nabari noticed that the edge of the fire lit up a few eyes. It was some kind of animal.

They clutched their weapons and stared in horror at the eyes, thinking that the devil in the desert was not willing to give up and had sent groups of jackals to reap their lives.

The animals came closer, and then they could see that the owners of the eyes were not ferocious jackals, but cats they had never seen before.

These cats were a bit scared of fire, but they were also very curious about firelight and these humans and kept walking at the edges of the light.