Dragon Heart: Sea of Sand. LitRPG Wuxia Series: Book 4 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

H adjar reached the city almost instantly. The celebratory atmosphere had vanished, as if the panicked cries had completely turned off all the fun and serenity.

The oasis dwellers, after making sure their children were following or carrying the ones who couldn’t run very quickly, rushed to their houses. The women were shouting something. Hadjar was struck by a sudden remembrance.

People who had never seen a city as it was being besieged didn’t know how loudly a woman could scream when she felt like her child was in mortal danger. Hadjar had never defended from a siege. However... he had besieged cities. Sometimes, during his darkest nights, the cries of those unfortunate people haunted him.

Thanks to the guards’ efforts, the streams of people didn’t turn into a sea of ​​chaos and flesh. Some fell to the pavement or lost their children in the crowd. They cried and shouted until the guards or compassionate people helped them.

Someone dropped a torch and one of the market stalls erupted into flames. As soon as the wind picked up, the flame would spread to the nearby houses. Hadjar knew from experience that it was the civilians themselves who caused a good tenth of the destruction in a siege.

With one swing of his blade, he extinguished the flame and then froze. He raised his sword up to his face and peered at the blade. It was the same as ever: simple, solid, bought from a good blacksmith for a decent amount of coin. These kinds of blades weren’t lauded in songs or legends. They didn’t get names. This blade was just a tool.

However, during the swing, Hadjar had felt something that he’d never experienced before. It had seemed to him like the sword itself had known what to do. As if it was eager for battle and only needed its wielder to direct it, as if Hadjar wasn’t alone on the roof of that house. There was the man and there was the sword. They were there together. Two creatures ready to fight side by side.

“Northerner!” He heard the word after sensing light breathing behind him.

Hadjar turned around and Einen, after stepping out of the shadows, recoiled. Opening his eyes wide, he looked at the sword in the northerner’s hands.

“An Imperial blade,” Einen breathed out. “By the Great Turtle, Hadjar! It was just a simple, mortal weapon this morning! Not even an artifact! How... Where…?”

“It’s a long story, buddy,” Hadjar shrugged.

An Imperial blade... Hadjar didn’t even know what that was. However, he didn’t have time to find out.

Einen pulled himself together with great difficulty. His eyelids drooped down again, hiding his odd eyes.

“You’re right, Northerner. I tried to find you, but you were hidden... ”

“That’s enough, Einen,” Hadjar said sternly. “We don’t have time for this. I’ll tell you everything after we survive.”

The islander nodded.

“What’s Shakar doing? Did he tell you anything?” Hadjar asked.

“He’s near the sheikh’s palace with the other guards,” Einen squatted and leaned on his staff. His gaze was directed toward the desert. There, in the distance, the lights of the approaching bandit army were already visible.

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