A hot fireball hung in the blue sky.

A wave of heat is occasionally shattered in the dry air, which stirs up the last bit of moisture in the air.

The golden, round gravel was covered with heat absorbed all day long, and it was transmitted to a thin and dark body.

Rick's fairly wet tongue quietly licked the dry and dehydrated lips. The rough touch made his tongue shrink uncomfortable.

He was wearing a wide and ragged reserve uniform, covered with oil, wrapped loosely around Rick. His trousers and wrists were carefully tied up with thin wire ropes, just like a farmer who went to the fields to farm.

The limbs exposed to the air were as dark as if they were splashed with ink. The cracked holes on them were covered with dry and hard sand.

The hot air inhaled by the nose was like pepper water, scraping the throat, entering the lungs, plucking the last bit of anger in the body.

Blinking his eyes that were dry due to lack of water, Rick's eyes fell on a boy dressed up next to him.

It is as thin and dark as it is only on the left calf, and there is a rotten and rotten pus wound. Both sides of the wound are turned outward, and the pale yellow and fishy pus is sticking to the exposed subcutaneous tissue of the wound, like soap that has been soaked.

It seemed as if he felt Rick's gaze. The boy turned his head and his cold eyes passed by Rick. His left calf moved, covering the suppurated wound in his pants.

Rick withdrew his gaze and thanked the inexplicable voice again. At the same time, he lowered his body and squeezed himself into the unbearable hot sand.

Even though the environment was so bad that it was almost impossible to think, Rick was still staring at the small caravan that was getting closer and closer under the dunes.

The large sand beast was covered with bright yellow slender scales, blocking the invasion and heat of the hot sun. The two coated vertical pupils blinked from time to time to squeeze the gravel that was blown into the eyes out of the eyeballs, leaving a piece of air-dried sand and eye booster at the eye socket.

The limbs are wide and the thick foot pads make it easier to walk. The flat and wide crack mouth is whitened by the air, mixed with a large amount of dry and fine grass. The slow and continuous chewing allows the stomach bag of Shatuo Beast to maintain the appropriate digestive fluid and can be eaten anytime and anywhere.

The wide and thick back tied a large amount of goods with ropes covered with thick cables, making the Shatuo beast's pace slow and heavy.

The leader with the silk filter head cover poured a mouthful of precious water and carefully put the water bag into his arms: "How far is it to get to the outpost?" The sound was dry, like starch squeezed into the water.

A tall man wearing a sword and armor next to him was rubbing the stubborn salt and sweat stains on his clothes. He stopped and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, as your benefits will be indispensable at that time." The tall man was sturdy and his voice was even more cold.

Hearing the other party's warning, the leader squeezed out a smirk on his face, "I'm talking too much." The businessman's nature makes him look humble at this time. But the tall man knew that once he could not satisfy or shock the hyena, he would be swallowed alive by it.

Although the "Good Come Again" big business alliance is only sandwiched between the Us Empire and the Holy Pilgrim Church, being able to survive in the two big empires is a powerful manifestation in itself.

They are like hyenas, chasing interests and trampling on the law. Only the various coins with the smell of money are their only masters.

The tall man pressed the wind shielding hood and hid the cold light in his eyes in the brim of the hat.

"You must successfully leave this ghost place!"

Although the tall man is strong and rough, he is actually an explorer with rich knowledge. The second level of warrior apprenticeship, third level of knowledge, and rich adventure experience have gained a lot of reputation and money.

This time I came to the Samos Desert because I found a mission clue that had been hanging for more than 40 years in the Explorer Association. The mission itself had no harvest, but unexpectedly discovered a more valuable piece of information in the depths of the desert.

The rough man subconsciously stroked his belly. The tall man suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart, and his face calmly poured water. The cold clear water slid down his thirsty throat, tightened the gray Malanbu short robe, and the tall man guarded next to the team leader again.

Rick looked at the unlucky small caravan and felt nervous. His body, which was seriously dehydrated, had been lying in the scorching sun for at least half a day. The scalding gravel was trying hard to convey the heat, and his body seemed to have been evaporated and had long lost sweat.

But when he first saw this small caravan, Rick's severely dehydrated body still secreted a layer of sweat. He was nervous and excited, and Rick could almost hear the thumping heartbeat in his chest.

"I'm going to kill someone!!"

Rick tightly held the iron blade covered with rags, saying it was an iron blade, but in fact it was just the first half of a scrap iron knife. This was the "weapon" that Rick received after two shovels of water.

In order to make the iron blade sharper, Rick even wastes a day's drinking water and polishes the iron blade. The iron blade has no hilt, and the second half is tied to Rick's thin right hand, because he heard that when chopping people, the weapon can easily slip due to excessive force.

Although it is not the first time that this kind of caravan has been robbed, for Rick, it is the real first time to kill people.

Three months ago, Rick was an ordinary Satsuma teenager. He was thin and dark, and his skin was dry and skinned due to long-term lack of water and dryness, which was no different from most Satsuma teenagers.

In order to give Rick a better life, my parents prepared to leave this place where they lived for half their lives with their belongings.

Unfortunately, fate played a joke on Rick.

His parents followed a caravan and prepared to go to the Us Empire to make a living. Unfortunately, they encountered sand thieves, and their parents were killed and their savings were robbed. Rick hid in the gravel under the car and escaped the death robbery.

Later, he was rescued by the border troops. Rick thought that the disaster would last, but he did not think that the nightmare was the beginning of the nightmare after entering the border troops.

The hoarse shouts from far to near interrupted Rick's memory.

"Don't kill if you disarm it! Don't kill if you disarm it!!" The voices came one after another, full of high pitch and excitement. The shaking scimitar and short axe flew in his hands and quickly rushed towards the small caravan.

Even though he had known the process for a long time, Rick's heart still twitched uncontrollably when the first shout sounded: "Damn it!" He gritted his teeth and stood up violently. His head was a little dizzy due to lack of water and long-term maintenance. However, after Rick took a few steps, he was replaced by excitement and nervousness.

"Kill! Kill!!" Rick's eyes widened, his hands were firmly tied with the iron blade, and he took a big step and rushed towards the small caravan.

As Rick stood up, at least seven or eight teenagers and girls of about the same age stood up at the same time. Their "weapons" were messy, and their only common point was that they were sharp enough to shine brightly in the scorching sun.

The sand was not strong enough, and almost every step he took, he would fall into it. So even if he was close, when these teenagers and girls came to the nearest of the small caravan, more than 20 strong masked men riding horse beasts had already met with the guards in the caravan.

The horse beast has a tall skeleton, but it looks a little dry and thin due to lack of forage and drinking water. Even so, the masked robbers riding the horse beast have an advantage.

The pure iron scimitar wrapped in steel in his hand looked shiny and sharp. The short axe was tied to the sturdy black silk belt for easy access at any time. Everyone only showed a pair of Satsuma's unique hazel eyes, full of madness and tyranny.

The guard who had been standing next to the leader of the caravan, holding a long sword in his hand, looked at these "rich" robbers with a serious expression. The scimitar forged pure iron is very valuable. Ordinary robbers can be called "scimitars" and can be an elite sold by a inferior big sword.

Moreover, the formation of these people was faintly filled with an slight smell of army, which made the tall man's heart completely sink: "Damn it, how could the news leak?" The tall man looked at the caravan leader next to him with murderous intent.

The leader shrank his shoulders and bowed his back, and his dark face squeezed into a ball, and he almost cried: "Master... Sir! It's not my business, I have a lot of goods myself!" The cold touch on the neck disappeared, and the leader breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to express his position, the leader with sweat on his face immediately took a step forward, waved the heavy wallet in his hand, and shouted: "Which brother are you guys? I am a businessman in the 'Good Come Again' Alliance, can I make it convenient? These small money..." With a soft smile on his face, the leader shook his wallet hard.

"puff!"

"Be careful!" The tall man's face changed drastically, but he was one step late. The leader had a short axe that had been sank into his chest, and he kept a flattering smile. The bag filled with copper plates and silver tale in his hand fell on the hot gravel with a sensation.

"Guru~!" The blood foam was like a spring water, swarming out of the cracked mouth, and the pupils contracted a few times. Only when I could see the sight on the short axe on the chest, the leader fell straight to the ground.

One side was hideous and violent, without hesitation. The other side was passively frightened, but had a strong desire to survive for survival.

Just like two wild beasts biting each other, the collision of weapons, the fierce eyes wide open, the blood-red flesh turned out, and the almost twisted facial expression, it taught Rick and other young boys a good lesson.

Rick looked at the killing battlefield, tightened his weapons, took a deep breath, hugged his waist, stepped on the hot sand, and quickly walked around behind a caravan attendant.

The caravan attendant was wearing a sturdy burlap shirt and over-knee shorts made of the same material, revealing a pair of furry thighs. He had no experience in walking in the desert at first glance. The short sword in his hand was white, leaning against the Shatuo Beast, looking at the situation in the field nervously.
Chapter completed!