Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 370 The threat of desert

Tyres carried his own bag, dragging the body of a serious illness, and panting behind the caravan of the caravan.

Although the sand under the feet is still difficult to handle, although the skin wrapped in the linen is still stuffy and uncomfortable, although the sinister sun is still merciless, the heart of the teenager is much calmer.

Without him.

"I tell you, Kanze, I really tell you," the rookie mercenary, walking fast along the camel, facing the big man from the north, in the "Dante's sword" Kanze excitedly said something:

"What I said is definitely a matter of making a steady profit... Think about it. It is dangerous to do our work. It is equivalent to attaching life to the waistband of the pants. Pay attention to the frequency when you urinate the chicken. Worried about whether you will shake your head down, maybe you will encounter hard ideas someday, you can’t go back, then your wife and daughter don’t bother to cry, then they are poor...”

"Fuck you, fast rope," Benja, who was impatient, took a big sword with both hands and crossed a piece of gravel. He gave a white eye to the chattering rope: "Your mother has not taught you to curse others." ?"

Taylors looked up and looked at the camel team that had become a line in front of him. He looked at the merchants who talked before and after the camel team, and the mercenaries who rode horses in the distance, could not help but curl up their lips.

There is no hope for a person, and lonely imprisonment seems to be painful in the desert.

You can see people, you can meet people, you can hear them talking to each other or happy or frustrated...

That's great.

The fast rope shook his head in desperation.

"I just made an analogy... but you think about it, you are now taking out the money and going to Tampa. If you go back alive, he will give you 90% of the money. If you die, Tampa. If you pay ten times the money to your family, then you don't die very meaningfully - hey, don't, good Kanze, 乖 Kanze, great Kanze, handsome Kanze, don't do it! Just like an analogy, hey, don't, uh..."

Tyres shook his head, took a step, and took his gaze back from a violent fast rope.

"It seems to be a good recovery," a mercenary back from a whistle whistle covered with a thick headscarf. He took down the horses next to Tyres and replaced them with a walk, letting the horses under the scorching sun rest: "But you are after all Just healed, don't have to be stubborn, just stay on the camel's back."

Big Dean uncovered the headscarf, revealing a smooth head and tying a fighting axe back to his shoulder.

Taylors smiled at the bald mercenary: "I think it's good to do some restorative sports."

"I think what he meant is," McGee, carrying a double-knife, rides behind Dean's face with no expression, and does not look at Tyres. "If you fall again, we have no time to work on the cumbersome body." waste time."

Tyres looked at the smudged McGee and rode past them to go to work with his companions.

"I don't think he likes me."

He looked at McGee's back and couldn't help but frown.

"Obviously, you can't turn everyone into your support," Dean looked thoughtfully at the companion who was far away: "especially McGee."

"Given his past experience, McGee's vigilance is very heavy."

"Before mixing, he suspected every stranger."

Tyres barely squeezed a smile.

This is the third day after he was rescued by the caravan.

"Dante's Great Sword" is a small and not small mercenary team: the small warrior responsible for exploring the road, "The Breeze", fell back and slept, and the former forgemaker Hubert from the Steel City smiled. The big-bellied Allenbyan Haken hurriedly asked Taylors if he was married. (If not, he wants to introduce one of his seven unmarried sisters to Tells.) Northlander Kanze is thick and thick. Qi, always like to shoot people's shoulders vigorously, there is nothing to whistle the shooter Pangga smashed Taylor and ran to pee, plus fast rope, old hammer, McGee, fire, and Grand Dean and The leader, Louisa Dante, at least on this journey, they have 11 professional mercenaries working day and night to protect the small caravan with 20 people and 23 camels safely through the desert, going to the famous The Tower of the End.

Taylors will sometimes be very strange: Is it really enough to protect the caravan?

"Of course, in the face of dozens of sand gangs, we are getting tighter in numbers." This is what Dean said to him: "But the armed caravan itself explains a lot of questions: Is the sand thief willing to brag? Risk, come with our eleven fully armed professional killers to kill people?"

"Maybe they can win, but it is inevitably costly. There are not many people left, and the next time they rob, maybe their last days."

"This is what we mean, and it is also the way of mercenary survival. Deterrence is greater than desperation. After all, we are not the death squad - except for those who are full-time snoring." Dean shook his head.

Thales was grateful for their rescue and detention, especially after the terrible sandstorm that occurred the day before yesterday - in the gray vision of the five fingers, the screaming voice in the ear, the words of Thales in his mouth I can't hear clearly, I can only avoid my head and hide. The sand that screams and screams is more terrible than the blade. They are desperately hitting all the targets exposed in the air, drilling into all the gaps that can be drilled. Scratching the fleshy skin of Tells, thanks to the experienced caravans hiding in the shelter, they survived the crisis by a group of camel teams - he understood that he could walk in the horrible desert It took only four days to faint, and then encountered rescue, the side effects were just a little dehydration, arrogance and desert illusion, really fortunate for the **** of desert.

Thinking of this, Tyres smiled at Dean: "Thank you, Dean, you saved my life - even if I am a stranger, it is probably a spy of a sand thief."

Dean gave a little light and then smiled.

He hung the horse on the hook of a camel in front and deliberately extended a piece of rope to prevent the smell of camels from affecting the horse:

"Caring for each other - this is us, the creed of merchants and mercenaries who depend on the desert for their livelihood."

Dean spit out a sigh of relief and said with a slight sigh: "A lot of years ago, Wyah, I am like you - of course, I was much older than you at the time. - At the end of the road, one person fell into the desert, lingering, desperate. dead."

He shook his head: "It's Dante, I mean Louisa's father, Dante, who used his enthusiasm and perseverance to redeem me from the prisoner's hands, even if they were terrible at the time."

"People always rely on each other and rely on each other - Wyah, this is what Dante told me."

"A person can't live alone in the big desert."

Tyres nodded thoughtfully.

It turned out to be the case.

"So you entered the 'Dante's big sword' and relied on them," Teres said silently. "So you will save my life - even if it is risky."

Dean looked at the dunes in the distance and nodded slowly.

"In the big desert, if we don't help each other, it will only be swallowed up by the desert," the bald mercenary patted his mount:

"You have seen the sandstorm, and in the face of the most terrible black storm, even the enemy who is fighting for life and death must look for opportunities to coexist, escape the birth path - rest assured, Wyatt, this road we can get along well, and you must I can go home and my loved ones and let go of my worry."

Tyres sighed: "Thank you."

Dean smiled and said nothing.

Yes, Tyres silently said: He has no choice.

Drought, hot, windy, cold, if he leaves the team alone, he will die in this ruthless desert in just a few days. By contrast, this caravan has experience, supplies, protection, and clear routes, follow them. Undoubtedly the right choice.

Can only reach their destination and then plan.

Taylor sighed in his heart.

They have to go back to the sand dunes and go back to the West.

The fascinating Tyres had a foot and almost hit the camel in front.

The teenager was surprised to realize that the caravan stopped.

"What's wrong?" Taylor's probe looked at the camel team lined up in front of him, but he couldn't really see it. He could only strangely ask Dean around him.

But Dean just frowned and didn't answer.

"Dean!"

"You have to come see this!"

As the horseshoe stepped on the sand in the special muffled sound, the mercenary's pathfinder, the little man's "breezes" galloped over many foggy merchants, and looked anxiously to stop the horse in front of Dean.

He anxiously said: "What Louisa found in front!"

Dean changed his face.

The bald warrior picked up his single-edged fighting axe and his face slammed into the war horse.

"McGee, fast rope, take good weapons, come on with me!"

"Kant, you and Hubert stay in place, be vigilant, paying particular attention to the dunes on both sides!"

His orders were decisive and swift, and the mercenaries took orders and did not hesitate.

what happened?

Tyres took a tight grasp of the time and looked at the serious mercenaries who rode across the caravan and headed in the other direction.

It is not only him who doubts this, but the other people in the caravan are stunned and whispering. Taylors even sees someone unloading the goods pale and riding a camel. It seems that he is ready to run if he is not right.

Ten minutes later, McGee and the fast rope came back, but their faces were a bit heavy.

The caravan continued to leave.

"Dean and Louisa went to the head of the caravan, they have to discuss it."

At the side of Tyres, the fast rope slammed his face and whispered to the boy: "Not far away, we found a small camp."

"But the people inside are all dead."

Taylors was shocked.

"How come to die?"

The fast rope sullenly took the mount and followed the caravan: "It was killed."

Tyres frowned and looked suspiciously at the uncomfortable fast rope: "What?"

"Who did it?"

"I don't know, this is bad."

But the fast rope immediately turned around, watching Taylor's eyes flash proudly.

"You are the first to come to the desert, lucky Wyah," sighed with a sigh of relief, pretending to cough: "The most famous threat in the desert, in addition to temperature and drought, and of course sand." There are two kinds."

He put his head together and mysteriously said: "The orcs, and the beasts."

Tyres looks a glimpse.

“They often gather in their own tribes, have their own herds and territories, and the four seasons are indefinite. When they encounter threats, they will be dispatched in groups.”

Tyres subconsciously clenched his time: "You mean, kill those people..."

"No, no."

The fast rope shakes his head and shakes his head. A very experienced look: "Even if you are not lucky, falling into the hands of a slightly larger tribe, you may not necessarily die. According to experience, the bones will estimate your price, and the orcs will call it. Calling you two pounds, then decide whether you want to sell you or sell them - or sell them again."

According to experience?

Tyres looked strangely at the quick ropes.

"Sell?"

Tyres coughed and repeated: "Where is it sold?"

The fast rope showed a happy smile.

"Do you know Caligiri?"

"Kaligri?" Taylors glimpsed, feeling as if he had heard of this place.

"Yes."

Speaking of this, the fast rope binoculars shine: "Kaligli, the legendary desert city... Some people say that it is a hard-to-attack fortress in the depths of the desert, and some people say that it is a group of several tribes, Large-scale camps that migrated with the seasons, others say that it was an ancient underground city that lasted for thousands of years, occupied by desert people, and even some people said that Caligiri is a playground of an evil dragon in the desert, it likes it. There, people are watching and killing each other."

Taylors slammed hard.

"There are... dragons in the desert?"

But the fast rope just waved impatiently: "Don't interrupt me... In short, Caligiri, that is the most mysterious, lively and dangerous place in the desert. The wilderness and the orcs are frequent visitors. It is said that there is a thin relationship between several large desert tribes."

"Once you are captured, whether it is a wild or an orc, they will sell you there, turn you into a slave, become the property of others, and let you fight before you can move. Prostitution, doing everything that can make a profit, please the big guys in the desert..."

"but."

The fast-track eyes are clear, and the words turn sharply: "No matter whether it is organized orcs or wild people, it is not the biggest worry of the desert caravans. They are at least orderly and have their own rules, no matter how unbelievable the rules are. Sometimes, some tribes also welcome visits by caravans."

Quick rope narrowed his eyes and raised his index finger: "In case you have encountered a sand thief..."

"The unscrupulous people who fled into the desert from the outside, those who have been dead, have no loss of dregs and lunatics."

The expression of the fast rope became terrible: "Then you pray to the **** of the gods or the sunset. They don't know what is soft, what is captive, what is called."

Taylor looked at him with a sly look.

But the fast rope is not over yet: "Even worse, you run into an exile..."

"Exiles?"

The fast rope picked up his eyes and nodded: "The most dangerous existence in the desert, both the wilderness and the orcs."

"They were exiled by the tribes they made because they made mistakes, and they walked alone - but don't forget that these people are trained and formed in the big tribes. They are powerful, experienced and terrible warriors. Walking in the desert is like walking at home. After losing the sanctuary of the tribe, they gradually lost their principles and rules, lost their glory and affiliation, suffered from the raging sands of the sun, became cruel, vicious, tyrannical, and had to hold a group for survival, even with sand thieves. The threat is far beyond the average sand thief."

The expression and tone of the fast rope lifted and turned with his words, and it looked vivid and lively.

His voice is gloomy: "They often don't have a bottom line. In order to survive, they even do something beyond imagination."

“Thinking beyond imagination...” Taylors said, “For example?”

The face of the fast rope is tight.

I saw him take a deep breath, tightened his neck, and mysteriously collapsed a few words in front of Taylor: "The same kind of food."

Taylors breathed a stagnation.

"So, everyone has been rumored to say that some people in the desert eat people, even children will be sold to the desert, eaten by the wild or the orcs..."

"It's true," the fast rope looked at him coldly: "Or part of it."

Taylors did not speak.

"Wye, the desert is very dangerous, good people, maybe no longer breathe tomorrow." The voice of the fast rope is full of sorrow: "The fear of death and the impermanence of fate, occupying our body and mind all the time"

"So, in order to overcome this fear, Wyah, we have a way..."

Tyres looked at him slyly and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I saw the fast rope coughing: "I told you that there is a tavern owner named Tampa in the sand dune. He promised that if you save a sum of money with him, if you go back alive, then he will return it. You are 90%, if you can't live back..."

Just at this time.

Snapped!

A fully armed woman, suddenly appeared behind them, slaps a slap in the back of the fast rope!

"Ah, ah - Louisa!"

"Quick rope, stinky boy!"

The captain of the mercenary, Louisa Dante smacked the head of the fast rope and slammed him.

"Rare people will encourage you to make money-making business!"

"and also!"

"Let's take your three-legged cats to hear and hear people!"

(End of this chapter)