Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

We were basically foot soldiers now. Our horses were wobbling and struggling to move forward when faced with the sandstorm they had never encountered before. Even though they were battle steeds, their instincts encouraged them to flee. We abandoned our steeds after defeating the enemy team ahead and walked on foot to meet up with tribe inside. It was just as I initially thought. Other than us, our other two teams didn’t make it to the destination.

I don’t know what those two teams encountered. Before my eyes was nothing but sand. The sandstorm was now darker than night time. All I could see was waves of sand. It was as if we were surrounded by metres of pale yellow sand. We couldn’t see each other’s faces despite being tied together and holding hands.

The elder of the tribe said something in a hasty voice. However, Tarak isn’t here, so I couldn’t understand a word. Lorana expressed that she was willing, but unable to help. She could only understand the fundamental language of the desert. These tribesmen spoke a language she had never heard before. I had no clue what he was saying nor did I have any interest in listening to him any further. I focused on locating our camp from memory.

‘We must return to our camp.’

Our camp is one of the places nearby where we can take shelter from the storm. I think the two teams will return to the camp when they enter and find nobody. Maybe they’ve already gone back. It’s fine either way. I just want to see them at our camp. In my opinion, I don’t think there’s any way the enemy can harm them. If my soldiers die in the desert, they must’ve died to the sandstorm, not in the hands of those punching bags.

I have faith in my men. They’re formidable fighters. Natural disasters, however, aren’t something that they can win against. Of course, I believe that they can definitely win against this sandstorm, or at least, return to the camp.

I have no spare time to be worrying about them right now, though, because I need to lead this group of weak elderly back to our camp. Right now I’m facing a monstrous fire and sand I can’t even see. It was as if God ripped the area apart with his hands, ripping these man-made toys apart and then tossing them around everywhere.

I finally understood why there were only tiny areas left in these ruins. Humanity’s man-made toys just appear insignificant in this sort of sandstorm. These human ruins were destroyed by the wind. The only area still standing was the one that was on the lee side. But looking at it now, the area still standing can’t provide shelter from the wind.

“Your Majesty! Be careful!!”