Chapter 397 (1/2)
”Is this the world of Huangsha?” Van Lim said that the journey through the door key is undoubtedly much easier than the phantom.
But the view beyond the door key is truly magnificent.
Van Lin once saw a picture of the desert, which was sent by Mr. al's friend. Although the family style of van Lin was very rich, van Lin had never left the European boundary by 10 o'clock.
This is the first time that he has seen the whole yellow sand world with his own eyes, which is an unprecedented feeling.
Vast desert, endless sea of sand. Majestic, serene, like a dead sea of silence. He always gives you a monotonous color: yellow yellow, always hot yellow. As if the nature here to the turbulent waves empty the angry waves, suddenly solidified up, let it never move.
After a while, a breeze blows, and the swirling air current convolutes the scattered yellow sand, like a burst of green smoke. This is also regarded as the fog in the desert, but drying and heat are the invariable themes here forever.
”It looks like your luck is good. Maybe it's Abraham's test.” Nicoleme said, pointing to the distance with a smile, ”maybe this is really a test, from the book of Abraham, but this time I am no longer the weak Nick, I am nicoleme, 600 year old alchemist!”
Nicoleme said that he pointed to the horizon not far away. Van Lin said that nicoleme looked at the direction of his finger. A black line closely linked the blue sky and the earth. The distance seemed to roll up a mist, just like what lifted the bedding, and the yellow sand land revived at this moment.
”Is this the black sandstorm?” Fanlin asked, along with the passage of time, like waves of dust convoluted yellow sand to the two rolling attack.
”Yes, this is the black sandstorm.” Nicoleme said that van Lin saw nicoleme take his wand out of his arms.
Fanlin's Adam's apple rolled for a moment. In the face of this natural disaster, the role of human resources is undoubtedly insignificant.
However, they are not the kind of people who can be ignored, whether it is nicoleme or van Lin, as long as there is a hiding place, van Lin can guarantee that he can live for a long time.
”You want to...” Fanlin looked at nicoleme's posture, and nicoleme didn't seem to want to hide with him.
”Only through this sand can you and I see the book of Abraham.” Nicoleme said, ”let's go.”
Van Lim nodded, and he took out the wand Dumbledore had given him.
”Other people's will always belong to others. You should believe in yourself. Maybe you can participate in making a staff by yourself, Mr. van Lindel.” Nicoleme said he knew very well that the wand had disappeared, or rather had been incorporated into the body of Vaseline through alchemy that he had never been exposed to.
”Yes, sir.” In fact, he didn't want to believe how much security the wand could bring him. He was just a wizard's habit, subconscious action.
”But, sir, it seems to me that...”
”No one can do it in the first place. It's a process, Mr. van Lindel.” Nicoleme said he straightened his clothes as if he were welcoming an old friend.