The whimpering wind was like a wolf howling, whizzing on the earth.

The flag on the earthen wall was blown to the point of being tilted by the strong wind, and some even broke directly from the flagpole.

The sky was dark, with yellow sand and gravel dancing in the air, rustling the tent.

The sandstorm is coming...

For the dead deserts full of yellow sand, sandstorms are a common weather.

And after the story of Death Desert is started, players have encountered it.

However, it is the first time that I have encountered such a big sandstorm.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and sand and stones are flying.

It was clearly daytime, but the whole world was like it was coming to night.

The resident area of ​​the Natural Heart Guild.

Li Mu stayed in his tent, listening to the howling wind slapped the tent.

He looked at the game system time, walked to the tent door, and carefully lifted a corner of the tent...

As he moved, the strong wind immediately poured in, wrapped in dense yellow sand, hitting his face like raindrops.

For a moment, Li Mu felt a stinging pain on his face, and a sense of suffocation came to his face.

He coughed a few times, quickly closed the door of the tent, and lowered his pain.

In a moment, a layer of yellow sand had accumulated on the ground.

After spitting out a few times, he spit out the dust that poured into his mouth when he was coughing. Li Mu couldn't help but curse:

"This haunting weather...is really delayed time."

"The Kingdom of Elf" is all right.

Sometimes, if you pursue the sense of reality too much, it will cause various inconveniences.

Take this kind of sandstorm weather for example, it will last half a day to one day.

During this period of time, players cannot go out at all, otherwise they will experience what sandstorm suffocation is.

If you are not careful, you may even directly GG and be sent back to the World Tree...

no way.

Even if the players are getting stronger and stronger, their breathing must proceed normally.

This extreme weather cannot breathe at all. Even the silver player will be able to suffocate to death after staying outside for a long time.

And this has all been precedent...

Sighing, Li Mu shook his head helplessly.

It has been two days since the orc's attack.

After the attack ended in a crushing defeat, the orcs seemed to be afraid of being beaten, and they never came out again while staying inside and outside the Sandstorm City.

The players had to continue picking up their previous strategies and start attacking the tribes near the orcs.

Today, Li Mu's original plan was to take members of the guild to continue going out to find the orc tribe that could be robbed.

But now it seems that it's a waste...

The sandstorm is coming.

Players can only stay in the tent honestly, or teleport back to the Elf Forest through the dug tunnel, or directly go offline and wait for the sandstorm to go over and log in to the game...

But that's fine.

With the acceleration of thinking, even if you stay in a tent, players can have a thousand ways to find fun.

Watching TV series, playing cards and doing homework, chatting, typing, and doing anything.

The one-to-four thinking speeds up, and many things can be enjoyed, which is equivalent to having three times the time for free.

But Li Mu was thinking about another thing...

"The spoils you can obtain are getting less and less, and everyone's cohesion has begun to dissipate and can't be delayed anymore."

He shook his head.

The war has been in the game for several months.

The army set out for more than half a month.

During this period, with high quest rewards and abundant loot attractions, the players maintained amazing cohesion and became more courageous as they fought.

However, the war is getting longer and longer, and many things have limits...

For example, the enthusiasm of players.

Players’ enthusiasm is based on interests.

As fewer orc tribes can be fought, it is obvious that everyone's enthusiasm has faded.

In addition, although the previous battle had a beautiful victory, some players who did not appear were not happy enough...

With layers of addition, players left the team one after another in the player camp in the past two days.

This is something Li Mu didn't expect.

A victory, although it repelled the orc army, also consumed the player's cohesion...

Of course, there are solutions.

Just keep finding the orc tribe that can be beaten.

As long as there are greater benefits, players will choose to stay, just like they did more than ten days ago.

But some time ago, the players were robbed too hard, and the nearby tribes had almost been ruined.

Most of those who were lucky enough to have not been visited by players have begun to retreat.

Especially after the orc attack failed...

So... the players' results are getting fewer and fewer.

The loot cannot meet the needs of players, so it is normal for some people to choose to return to the Elf Forest or the Underground World to kill monsters.

Taking this opportunity to return to the Elf Forest to have fun, isn’t it delicious?

Why stay here and wait?

Just wait for the decisive battle, just come here again!

This is what many people think.

However, it is easy to disperse when it is dispersed, and it is difficult to get together again.

This place is too far from the Elf Forest, and there is a distraction from the orcs. Even though the players dug a five-kilometer-long tunnel with the crypt spider and successfully built a teleportation array in the north, the teleportation ability is quite touching...

If the army really disperses, there will be no way to assemble in a short period of time.

And now this terrible sandstorm is even worse.

Thinking of this, Li Mu sighed again.

And at this moment, a rushing sound suddenly came from outside his tent...

Li Mu was startled and shouted subconsciously:

"who?"

Outside the tent, a cough came:

"Ahem... Brother Mu, it's me! Transformed Ji Gang!"

Transformed Ji Gang?

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, then opened the tent door, and then a player wrapped in a cloak and a mask, with a layer of sand and dust on his body slipped in.

It is the president of the Autobots Guild, Ji Gang.

The strong wind blew the yellow sand into the tent, and Li Mu quickly closed the tent.

The transformed Ji Gang, who entered the tent, took off his cloak and took off his mask. While shaking off the yellow sand on his body, he complained:

"This sandstorm is really terrible... The yellow sand outside is more than half a meter deep. It's really a day when we blow it. I'm afraid our camp will be buried..."

"Yes, it's terrible."

Li Mu nodded in agreement.

However, there is no concern.

What is buried in the sand is not a problem in the game world where magic exists.

"Here, have some tea to warm up."

Li Mu took out the flower tea produced from the Elf Forest from his home and poured a cup of Deformed Ji Gang.

Transformed Ji Gang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked it up, and praised:
To be continued...