[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 338: Master Winemaker

The troop dispersed in all directions.

They began to search for traces of the white-tailed cat race.

The aerial units were fast, and flat plains surrounded them. Richard thought they could track them down very quickly.

But unexpectedly. the search area expanded from 10 kilometers to 20 kilometers and 30 kilometers in the last 50 kilometers.

The white-tailed cat race seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and there was no trace of them.

Richard waited for news at the base of the white-tailed cat race and lost his thoughts.

The fatty meat in his mouth flew away.

They transferred together the old, weak, sick, and disabled since they left in a hurry. How could there be no traces left?

He did a second search in the village as he thought.

A detail made his heart skip a beat after he looked through most of the houses and buildings.

They found many wine-making tools in the village but none good wine. There wasn’t even a wine jar.

“Those white-tailed cats left in a hurry. How could they have moved the brewed wine away so quickly? It’s impossible to do it under ordinary circumstances…”

“They either have a spatial storage treasure or… They aren’t far. They hid on the spot.”

The white-tailed cat race is the vassal of the orcs. The probability of precious spatial storage treasures is low. It’s more likely they hid the wine.

Richard’s thoughts got increasingly clear.

“Since you can hide the wine, can you also hide the person?”

“No matter how fast the white-tailed cat race is, it’s impossible for them to escape from the search of the flying units without leaving any traces… The undead doesn’t use their eyes to search.”

Richard looked around the village again for possible hiding spots and finally walked to the spring as he pondered.

The spring pool was about 30 meters wide, and they built the surrounding area neatly. Countless bubbles accompanied the water and gushed out. It was impossible to see the bottom of the lake.

His heart moved when he saw this. The yellow sand light on his body surged and scattered toward the bottom of the pool.

However, he felt unique energy that blocked his way just as his perception penetrated the water’s surface for a few meters.

His eyes immediately lit up.

There was indeed a problem!

Richard didn’t jump into the water when he sensed something wrong.

Alves silently followed them and spoke in a deep voice.

“Lord, do you need me to go underwater?”

He turned to look at the vast monster and shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Could this small pool hold you if you go down?

Richard waved his hand and told him to wait at the side.

Then, the sand on both sides of the stream flowed down from the spring water. It suddenly rose to the surface with a wave of his hand.

A moment later, it condensed into a sandman over eight meters in size.

‘Plop!’

The sandman stepped on the water and finally jumped into the spring after its formation.

‘Bang!’