Support a convoy of Raven Walkers and break through the ranks of a Stonekin army.
Where the Southern Wastes met the Red Desert harsh sunlight seared the flanks of the Crimson Shard Mountains. Mo thundered past the impressive sight ignorant of the harsh beauty, his mind elsewhere.
When he had agreed to lead QueekQueek to the treasure in exchange for aid in saving Twinaxe it had seemed a smart idea, but here he was stumbling through a bleak, endless land without much food or water and only the vaguest idea of where to look.
He paused once more to scan the mountain range for the gate that led to the Red Desert. Mo tried to look relaxed, he had to at least pretend he knew exactly where he going.
"How far?" asked QueekQueek, as he had done every hour.
The creature’s skin was soaked in sweat and he was starting to look worryingly tasty to the hungry juggernaut. Mo shook his massive head to rid himself of an appetizing image.
"We're getting closer," he said.
“That’s what you always say,” replied QueekQueek, clearly impatient.
Mo snorted, it wasn’t every day one was nagged by a flying pig.
“Yeah, well that’s always the answer.”
Suddenly the ground began to shake as the walkers QueekQueek's men were riding approached. They had abandoned their damaged battleships, forced instead to use the lumbering constructs to haul their equipment. Mo found the things agonizingly slow as they crawled over the red landscape. With a grunt, he gazed at the mountains once more, trying to remember what Twinaxe had said about the Treasure Fleet's course.
Mo saw QueekQueek opening his snout to say something no doubt annoying, when his eyes were drawn to something. He waved for the pig to be silent.
Squinting, Mo could make out grey, hulking shapes moving around the mouth of a small canyon to the north; Stonekin no doubt hunting for the Treasure Fleet. He had been on the right path after all.
"That way," said Mo, trying to sound casual as he twitched his horn towards the canyon.
QueekQueek gave a little squeal of excitement then motioned to his men with a wave of his snout. The convoy of walkers picked up speed and thundered past Mo heading towards the canyon. He let them press forward.
“Coming, White One?!” shouted one of QueekQueek’s men as he passed.
“Sure, just getting my breath first.” The man grinned as he disappeared in a haze of dust kicked up by the charge. Truth was Mo had spotted more grey shapes to the east, west and south. In fact, they might be surrounded. The wily juggernaut decided he’d let QueekQueek’s people test the waters before he did anything rash.
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