Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 175 Desert Storm

After hearing my praise, Zebra's expression froze slightly, and a faint blush appeared on his face unnaturally. He pulled the reins in his hand a little awkwardly and adjusted the camel's pace. The bell swayed gently with the camel's steady pace, making a pleasant sound.

Alu turned his head and looked at Zebra. He frowned slightly and said in a light tone: "Compared to this, the shark just now..."

A'lu's heart was filled with mixed emotions, he was thinking: Even though the sharks and mackerel just now cannot be eaten... it's really a relief that Zebra was able to drive them away without killing any of them, is that guy so patient?

Zebula glanced at me, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally looking at me sitting behind Alu, with a smile on his lips. He thought silently in his heart: This kid actually praised me... This feeling is really long-lost, and it also made me more interested in him.

Alu and I sat on the camel's back, feeling its strong back and warm breath. The camel's steps were steady and powerful, and each of its steps left a deep mark in the desert.

Following the rhythm of the camels, the three of us slowly trudged through the endless desert. The bells hanging on the camels' necks swayed gently with the rhythm of their walking, making melodious and pleasant sounds.

The sun gradually sets, and the sky turns a light orange-red. The sun shines obliquely on the sand dunes, covering them with a layer of golden gauze. Although the sunset is close to the horizon, the air is still filled with a hot breath, and the hot residual heat still makes people feel the heat of the desert.

I sat on the camel's soft yet strong back, moving slowly forward with its steady steps, my eyes constantly wandering around the desert environment.

Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a green mass on the sand dune not far ahead. It was different from any plant I had ever seen, with a strange shape, resembling a giant faucet. What surprised me even more was that there were drops of water dripping slowly from its top. This scene was particularly abrupt in this dry land, and my curiosity was immediately aroused.

I pointed at the strange cactus, looked up at A'lu, and asked in surprise, "Mr. A'lu, look over there! What kind of cactus is that? Is the water there drinkable?"

A Lu gently pulled the camel's reins to slow it down. He looked at the cactus carefully and replied calmly, "Ah... that's the 'Water Tap Cactus'. It kills animals that come to the desert seeking water by drinking poisonous water, and then grows by absorbing nutrients from the corpses. If you drink it, you will immediately report to that world."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. I looked around the cactus and saw some animal carcasses scattered on the ground. They were all deceived by the tempting water and eventually died. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Fortunately, I didn't act rashly because of curiosity, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Zebra suddenly raised his head, his face darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "Kid, hurry up and hold on to the camel's handrail. The storm is coming soon. I can hear the sound of sand for several kilometers."

[Little knowledge: Sandstorm refers to a catastrophic weather phenomenon with low probability but great harm, characterized by suddenness and short duration, in which strong winds blow up a large amount of sand and dust from the ground, reducing horizontal visibility to less than 1 km.

A sandstorm is a storm that is formed when strong winds blow a large amount of sand into the near-ground layer; a dust storm is a storm that is formed when strong winds blow a large amount of dust and other fine particles into the high altitude.

I immediately became nervous when I heard that and quickly grabbed the handrail on the camel's back. Looking up, the sky, which was originally clear and bright, was now swallowed by rolling gray clouds, becoming depressing and heavy.

I held onto the camel's handrails tightly and looked up at the sky. The originally lonely blue sky was quickly swallowed up by the rolling gray clouds when the storm came, becoming oppressive and heavy.

When the wind started, the tiny sand particles swayed gently, but soon, as the wind grew stronger, the sand particles began to fly in the strong wind, forming yellow sand curtains.

The wind became more violent, and the sand in the desert was blown up by the strong wind, forming sand walls that blocked out the sky. These sand walls rolled in the air, making sharp whistling sounds, and the sand and dust filled the air, making it difficult to breathe and blurring the vision.

A Lu closed his eyes tightly, raised his hands to block the strong wind, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Song, you have to hold on tightly! Don't let the wind and sand blow you away!"

Facing the sudden sandstorm, I held on to the handrail on the camel's back tightly, trying to keep myself stable in the strong wind. The sandstorm blew across my cheeks mercilessly, and the coarse sand left a slight sting.

Zebra rode his red wine camel, his figure seemed unusually stable in the storm. He held the reins with one hand and held the wine jug with the other. Zebra took a sip of the wine, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The temperature dropped sharply in the storm, and the originally hot desert became bone-chillingly cold. The cold air mixed with the sand and dust, forming a stream of icy air that mercilessly penetrated my clothes and pressed against my skin. I couldn't help but shiver, and my skin all over my body tightened up, trying to resist this sudden cold.

In this biting cold wind, the three of us held the reins tightly, rode on the camels, and slowly moved forward along the winding sand dunes. The sand under our feet was soft and loose, and every step seemed to be fighting against invisible resistance. The sand slowly slid down with the camels' steps, forming tiny sand dunes.

Although the camels' steps were always steady, they were inevitably a little shaky in the face of the raging wind. They lowered their heads, leaving a series of footprints of varying depths on the sand, and every step they took was an effort to resist the invasion of the wind.

Our clothes fluttered wildly in the strong wind, the hems of our clothes fluttered in the wind, our hats were blown almost off our heads, and our scarves were tightly attached to our faces, but they still couldn't stop the biting cold wind. The cold wind penetrated the gaps in our clothes, and the coldness reached our bones, making us unable to resist.

My body was swaying in the wind and could be blown over at any time. I had to hold on to the camel's hump tightly and put all my weight on it to maintain my balance.