Chapter 347: Wind Walkers

Chapter 347: Wind Walkers

"Woo!"

The group of warriors erupted with cheers.

"To the canyon!"

"Kill the chicken!"

They were excited.

"Eat its flesh!"

"Drink its blood!"

Maybe even a bit too excited.

"To the canyon!"

Gerald appreciated their roaring enthusiasm, and so he quickly took the lead, "Alright men, let's get the fuck out of here before the worm comes back!"

They marched across the desert, but before long Gerald remembered one important thing and quickly went to talk with Dug.

"Erm Where is this canyon exactly?"

"It's, uh It should be over that way," Dug pointed after orienting himself by heaven bodies.

"Alright," Gerald quietly answered and then got back in his leading position. "Let's go! A few more hours and we'll be there! Forward march! Hurraaa!"

"Hurraaaaaaaa!" they shouted back with lifted morale. A long night was still ahead of them.

***

It was early morning, when the sun just barely revealed its warm rays, that an excited shout came from one of the exhausted warriors, "Hey! Look, over there! Is that..?"

In the distance, at the edge of the horizon, a dark shadow split the dry wasteland.

"That's it!" Dug shouted and straightened his tired body. "That's the Wailing Canyon! We've arrived!"

The Wailing Canyon was called that because of the wind that blew through it was making a constant wailing noise. The place was like a crack in the earth, beginning abruptly and ending just the same, with only one road leading in or out. It was almost like a natural prison.

However, this place was anything but that.

"What the heck is that?! Is that a metal door?!"

"It's clearly a shield, stupid!"

"How?! Just look at it, it is massive! No way a human can use it!"

"Correct!" Gerald grinned. "It's made for the big guy." The men could only gawk as the bedrock beneath their feet shook and cracked into pieces, encasing Gerald in stone from all sides.

"Behold! The Golem Armor!" Gerald laughed and picked up the Titan's Bulwark that now looked just about the right size for the stone giant. The glaive in his hand, however, appeared somewhat small. Still dangerous though.

"Let's go men! For gold and glory!" He shouted, his boundless confidence spreading like a virus. Quickly they are all excitedly charging down the stone path after Gerald who was shaking the ground with each step.

Well, all except Dug and his right-hand guy.

"Damn, where did you find some crazy bastard like that? Thad to cost a lot! And you were hiding him so well, haha!" Gustav slapped his boss on the back.

"I" Dug was speechless. "I didn't know" He honestly had no clue. Actually, after finding out he invited another member into his group while being drunk he almost wanted to apologize and kick him out. But, as he got another member without paying him, he decided to just go with it.

And what a smart decision that was.

But then he suddenly realized something. The guys didn't know anyone here! What if they started a fight with one of the people here while fighting the Sand Walkers?! It would be a disaster!

"Wait! Wait for me!" Dug shouted and quickly ran after them.

***

The path leading down was carved into the bedrock and was wide enough for two wagons to move side-by-side, so even with Gerald running with many tons of stone, rumbling down like an avalanche, the ground remained solid.

However, the commotion was loud enough to attract some unwanted attention. A few members of the Wind Walkers tribe hid in the crevices beside the path, camouflaged by the long gowns they wore, that had the same color as the rocks around them. If a person was unaware of their presence, he would be dead meat.

A swift slice of their blades and the fight would be over before it even began. Or at least that's how it was supposed to be when a sand Walker attacked Gerald...and struck stone.

Too bad he relied on the sound of footsteps instead of checking who was coming.

"Huh?" Gerald looked down at his rocky leg and the guy looking at him in an absolute stupor. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Gerald reacted. "Out of my way!" He smacked him across the face with his stone hand.

It was unclear if the man was that stunned having a massive stone giant suddenly appear before him, or if the smack was just that strong, but he flew over the edge, without a single peep or resistance, and disappeared below the cliff.

"Oh Well, that was unexpected" The fight, if it could be called that, was over in an instant. Gerald didn't even have time to look at the guy before he disappeared. It was all so underwhelming that he felt embarrassed by his actions.

Poor guy just wanted to slice his throat, and instead of giving him a fair fight, he just slapped him over the edge. Talk about being disrespectful!

"Hmm Yes, well... Let's go" He said to the gawking soldiers behind him. "I promise I'll be gentler with the next one."