Chapter 234. Desert Disaster, Dust Grasshopper
The Duststorm Devil Grasshopper is extremely terrifying. Once you are targeted by it, an endless hunt will begin. Even with two super-class mages, Qin Jun and Ge Ming, in the team, it is still difficult to guarantee the safety of the team members. Therefore, you cannot go to this shore no matter what, as that would be like delivering lunch to the Duststorm Devil Grasshopper.

In fact, the construction of the Tarim Basin military base is mainly to prevent the Dust Grasshopper Tribe. The tribe's aggressiveness, lethality and destructiveness are all S-level. In recent decades, many cities in the west have suffered from the raids of these Dust Grasshopper Tribes. That is the real hell on earth. People, livestock, plants and even buildings, as long as the wind of the Dust Grasshopper blows, nothing will be left!
They are a real tribe of locust demons. Their numbers are terrifying and the only thing they fear is fire.

But the flames of these few people are not enough. They are afraid of flames, but that doesn't mean they will be afraid of one person's flame. Well, if the flames are special, they can be shocked.
"If we go any further, we will all get trapped. We have to go ashore." Although he was afraid of the Dust Grasshopper Tribe above, he was afraid they would be doomed if they continued like this, so Lu Fang hurriedly looked at Ge Ming and said.

But not everyone's physical strength can be compared with Qin Jun and his people. Moreover, even if they continue like this, they may not be able to hold on.

"We must not provoke the Dust Grasshopper. Let's take turns paving the way. Don't save magic energy at this time. Wait until we can get out of here. I will use my ice magic to pave the way first, and then use plant and wind magic to speed up your speed," Mu Nujiao suggested.

Going outside would undoubtedly mean seeking death. However, if he spent some magic energy to pave the way forward, he would still have a chance of survival.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Ge Ming. When traveling outside, using magic energy to travel is equivalent to losing half of one's life. Everyone knows that there will be a big battle at the destination. How can they fight without magic energy? Once they lose magic energy, they will lose the ability to protect themselves. At that time, they will be no different from ordinary people.

But at the moment, it had to be done this way, and Ge Ming said directly: "That's it, speed up."

Seeing this, everyone had to use magic to pave the way, and the group moved at full speed.
Mu Nujiao's ice system, plant system and accelerated wind system can all be used to speed up the journey, but even so, they can only move forward a few dozen kilometers.

The others took turns using their magic, but after the magic of the earth, ice, and plant systems was almost all used up, they found that the Shaqu River was still at least 70 kilometers away.
"Let's convert the magic energy. This is the only way. I have a magic energy conversion bracelet. The conversion rate is very low, but it's better than doing nothing." Ge Ming said.

Hearing Ge Ming's proposal, it was another headache. They didn't want to use up all their magic power like this, although there were still people in the team who were in good condition and could face the monsters. However, no matter who had magic power, it was safer to have it yourself!

Ge Ming said seriously: "Let's solve the problem at hand first, otherwise we won't be able to go back now."

The road ahead is indeed more frightening and worrying, but what Ge Ming said is also true. If we can't solve the current troubles, what's the point of talking about the future?
There was no choice but to start converting.

The conversion rate was only 30%, which meant that the current consumption was three times that of the previous few people. Before long, at least half of the entire team was in a state of complete exhaustion of magic.

The exhaustion of magic power was no different from having their arms cut off. In this extremely dangerous desert area, people felt unsafe, so even though they saw the end of the Shaqu River, they were still in a bad mood.
"When we get to the post station, we should be able to rest there. There's no need to be so depressed. This river is indeed more terrifying than we imagined, but at least we made it through." Ge Ming comforted the team members.

Qin Jun, Mo Fan, Zheng Tong, Ge Ming and Tong Zhuang were all combatants and they did not waste any magic energy.

It was impossible for a person to leave no magic behind, as that would result in death. As for the others, they were in urgent need of rest.

Unfortunately, they couldn't rest yet. Ge Ming looked at them and said, "There are still dust storm grasshoppers here. Let's move forward quickly."

"If we go one kilometer further, we will need to use a detector, otherwise it is easy to run into a demon tribe. There are three small tribes in this hilly desert." Wang Jiuming said. Although he didn't know where these demon tribes were, he had also investigated them before.

"Are you kidding? If you bury the detector when everyone is not in good condition, isn't this asking for death? The surrounding demons will be attracted and we won't be able to defend it at all!" Tong Zhuang immediately jumped out to object.

"You will die if you go forward blindly, and you will die if you stay here. We can only fight hard. After one hour and ten minutes, we can at least continue to move forward!" Wang Jiuming said.

"Captain, we are already exhausted after walking along the Shaqu River. Burying the equipment now is no different from committing suicide!" said Tong Zhuang.

"The problem now is that we have no choice but to do this since we can see what's in the distance," Qin Jun said.

Hearing this, everyone looked into the distance. A sandstorm appeared in the distance, but it was not a real sandstorm, but a dust storm monster!!!

Dust storm grasshoppers are probably the scariest things in the Taklamakan Desert known to people. They are as overwhelming as sandstorms, but compared with them, sandstorms are simply kind elves. Those photos posted of dust storm grasshoppers passing by are so horrifying and terrifying. There is no grass growing, and bones are everywhere, stretching for thousands of miles!

"It should take them about two hours to get here, so we should set up detection equipment immediately and find a way, otherwise there will be only one result," said Qin Jun.

"You think that the Dust Grasshopper will pass by here? Will the nearby demons have no time to pay attention to us?" one of them suddenly said.

Qin Jun interrupted the other party's fantasy and said, "The tribes living near the territory of the Stormy Dust Grasshoppers are either picky eaters of the Stormy Dust Grasshoppers or are not afraid of them, so don't take any chances."

"Hehe, you seem to be very out of touch with the matter. Since entering the desert, you haven't done anything. You even refused to transfer magical energy when asked to do so." Zheng Tong said in a bad tone.

"If you keep talking to me, I can make you a dead body without waiting for those things to come over." Qin Jun said indifferently.

Hearing this, Zheng Tong trembled instantly, and he felt a little angry.

But at this time, Ge Ming scolded: "Zheng Tong, don't make trouble. If you want to survive now, you can only choose detection."

Seeing Ge Ming glaring at him, Zheng Tong suppressed his dissatisfaction.

In fact, by doing this, Ge Ming was actually saving his life.

Because Ge Ming could see that what Qin Jun said to him before was not a joke at all. In other words, if Zheng Tong didn't know what was good for him, he would be killed by Qin Jun.
(End of this chapter)