20 The Deadlands (2/2)

Arno did not pay attention to them anymore. He continued sitting casually with Alfred on top of their horse while looking at the situation of the Deadlands.

The Gobi Deadlands are very barren. From the border until now, Arno can only see a vast and barren desert.

Empty. That is the word that describes the condition of the Deadlands now.

Maybe just a few dead trees were observed by the team, before. And none of the living things can be seen.

'It's exceptionally quiet and isolated here' Arno thought to himself.

Because there really isn't anything that can be seen or enjoyed. This new journey feels very boring...

But it didn't matter to the members, because their intention to travel was not for fun, but to carry out an important and urgent mission. So there is no room for them to grumble.

Thus, the team continued their journey.

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Somewhere, in the middle of the Gobi Deadlands.

An eagle is flying around above the surface. The eagle is proud and arrogant. With its eyes, it could see in all directions very clearly, and nothing could escape its view.

Screech!

Then, the eagle made a distinctive voice that echoed in all directions.

Before long, a whistling voice came from the surface, and the eagle heard it.

Thus, the eagle began to lower its altitude and fly quickly towards the position of the sound it came from.

A few minutes passed.

The eagle landed on the hands of a long gray-haired man.

The long grayhaired man then took a small paper fold, which was tied to the eagle's small leg.

The man smiled and gently caressed the eagle. Then, he gave the small paper to another man standing beside him.

The other man began to open and read the contents of the paper.

”My Lord. The church team and the team from Astoria have joined their team and worked together. They have departed from an Astoria legion camp and entering the Deadlands this morning, what is our reaction, My Lord?” the other man said after he had finished reading the paper.

”Hmph! Quickly muster all the members. The rest is over. We have already entered this desert faster than they are, but we should not be complacent. The church team has a Victor Assange in their rank, so this is very bad for us.” The longhaired man firmly gave an order to the other man.

”At once, my lord.” and the other men quickly left the long-haired man alone.

Seeing his subordinates left. The man then set his sights towards the north.

”The secret of the Mana Interference belongs only to our organization. It does not belong to the Church or Astoria, and it does not belong to anyone, not even the Saint Dragon Mountains. It is only ours, only us, The White Tower, may have it.” The man spoke with anger, and a sharp fury glint flashed in his eyes.