The origin millstone (3)

"By the way, I'm farming my dear demons!"

In the midst of his thoughts.

Roger chose to activate it.

..

Terodar.

In the wilderness.

A long dragon-like mountain range extended to the intersection of Three Rivers on the barren plain and came to an abrupt end.

There was no vegetation on the mountain.

The river bed had also dried up.

The ground was yellow and dry.

And in the sky.

The lingering mist was like countless chiffon.

After looking at it for a long time, it was as if he could see the ferocious and terrifying face behind the thin veil.

A cold wind blew across the river bed.

The mud on both sides of the river moved slowly.

The nearby weeds, which were as tall as two people, made a creaking sound.

From time to time, there would be ashes flying high up---it was a worn-out boot that was stepping through the weeds in a mess.

Some footprints appeared on the mud.

A few humanoid zombie-like creatures staggered out of the weeds.