There were no trees in the desert, rocks were scarce, and the convoy had to rely on horse-drawn wagons to block the wind and sand.

The soldiers put on their armor again, and without the protection of hard iron sheets, a night of sand alone could make everyone's skin bloom.

Because firewood was scarce and the temperature was extremely low, the bonfire was not lit, but a few torches were set around the carriage for lighting.

The soldiers ate the dry rations they had brought with them and swallowed the water from the kettle.

The nobles are better than them, and there is no shortage of jerky meat, fruits, etc., for the time being.

After dinner, the soldiers began to take turns to stand guard, and the experienced soldiers, burying themselves under the sand, exposing only half of their bodies.

Not long after it got dark, the temperature plummeted, and only the sand still had a certain temperature, which was one of the few ways for the soldiers to keep out the cold.

Locke naturally doesn't have to lie in the sand to make do, as soon as the Roma knight leaves, Angelina is the largest in the team, just according to his identity, Locke ranks third, and there is no need to hide it, Angelina has already greeted him in advance during the day.

Lying comfortably in the carriage of the princess's car, the fur of some precious animal was covered under his body, which was very soft.

Angelina was having dinner, and the cherries she brought with her when she set out from China and the blueberries she picked when she passed through the Meltmos jungle were the princess's staple food.

Angelina's snow-white skin has been a little tanned by the scorching sun these days, and according to her words, eating more fruits is good for the skin.

Locke doesn't know if it's true, anyway, every time he comes, he always brings some back for Leah and Grace and others to eat, and of course, the explanation for Angelina is to bring it back and taste it himself.

Whether Angelina believes it or not, Locke believes it anyway.

"How long will this be hard?" Angelina held a cherry in her slender fingers, the red cherry was in her mouth, and her tender tongue licked it, and most of Locke's attention was in Angelina's mouth.

Seeing that Locke looked dumbfounded, Angelina smiled and patted him, and Locke came back to his senses.

"Ah, we've just walked a third of the way, and it will take half a month to get out. Locke said.

"It's going to take half a month. Angelina sighed.

It's only been a week into the Zhitusen Desert, Angelina can't stand it, the little girl Christine doesn't complain, Locke feels that the time in the Bering Mountains is more difficult than this time, when Angelina is much stronger than now.

The sky was getting darker, the yellow sand in the sky was replaced by night, and in the carriage, Locke's ears were filled with the sound of sand pounding on the windows.

"I'll go out and have a look!" Locke got up and straightened his armor, he was the vice-captain of the team, it was necessary to patrol the camp at night, the wind and sand outside were a little evil, he needed to go out and take a look.

"Well, go ahead. Angelina put down the uneaten cherry in her mouth and pulled out her thick magic book and looked at it again.

Locke got out of the princess's carriage neatly dressed and called for the soldiers stationed next to him to come with him.

"What about the knights of Bend?" Locke asked the soldiers, who was his lieutenant, and usually ordered the whole team through Bend.

"Lord Bender is outside the carriage discussing with the Praetorian Commander about tonight's guard. One of the leading non-commissioned officers among the soldiers said.

"Yes. Locke nodded and led them to Bend.

Outside the carriage, Bend conversed with a man in full iron armor, "Lord Aslan, something doesn't seem right with the wind and sand tonight. ”

"Well, it's not normal. The iron-armored man's face was solemn, he was Aslan, the leader of the Praetorian Guard escorting the princess, a high-ranking attendant-level powerhouse.

"I hope you can keep the soldiers motivated and make sure nothing goes wrong tonight. Bender said.

"No problem!" Aslan replied with a nod.

Bender is just a noble knight, and his title and strength are far worse than Aslan, and the reason why he can command such a strong person as Aslan can only be said to be lucky to be Locke's adjutant.

The captain of the legation, Viscount Cage, rarely took care of things, and the vice-captain Locke was too lazy to do it himself, and many orders were issued by Bend.

If Bend would have had an idea when he first left Flor City and learned that he was serving as an adjutant for a young man under 20 years old, but now that he doesn't, this qualification alone can make Bend last his life.

"How's the defense?" Locke's voice came from a distance.

The distance from Angelina's carriage to the perimeter of the convoy was less than a hundred meters, and it was a short distance for Locke to walk very hard, and countless sands hit his face under the strong wind, fortunately, the helmet blocked a large part of it, but it also made him eat a mouthful of dust.

As Locke approached, Adjutant Bender said, "Commander Aslan has arranged everything. ”

"You've done a great job!" Locke stepped forward and shook Aslan's hand, he knew that this was a real high-ranking squire, and it seemed to give him a little more powerful than Will Knight.

The Praetorian Guard is well armed, there is nothing to do with Locke, the Dark Guard has its own captain, and they will not listen to anyone's orders except Angelina.

At night, Locke hugged the sleeping Angelina.

Because of Angelina's noble status, the two of them have not reached that last step until now, but they are just snuggling up like lovers.

Suddenly, Locke's ears moved.

"What sound?" Locke seemed to hear a 'rustle, rustle... The voice, he thought was his own delusion.

Immediately, the sound became clearer, like the crawling of some kind of arthropod.

Angelina opened her eyes, and she was also awakened by this voice, not an illusion.

"I'll go out and have a look!" Locke patted Angelina's body and motioned for her not to move.

Walking out of the carriage, most of the soldiers in the camp had woken up, and people were coming, and everywhere there was the sound of the commander's call for peace.

"What's going on?" Locke asked, holding one of the soldiers passing by him.

The soldier recognized Locke's identity at a glance, and immediately said, "I don't know either, it seems that a bunch of demonic creatures have gathered outside the camp." ”

Sending the soldier away, Locke fell into deep thought, the demonic creature he had seen so far was half of the salt crab on the lake in the Bering Mountains, and the moonlight wolf before it advanced.

With the strength of his current low-level squire, coupled with strong armor and sharp long swords, it is not a problem to deal with two low-level demonic beasts at the same time, and demonized creatures, he feels that within five, it is not a big problem.

Outside the camp, there were demonic creatures gathered, and Locke tightened the gap between the armors, and Locke grabbed his long sword and walked out.

Outside the carriage, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard had already set up their spears and stood in battle, and inside were the members of the Secret Guard, which formed the second and third lines of defense of the camp, faintly centered on the carriage where Angelina lived.

Viscount Cage and the others were standing in the center of the Praetorian Guard discussing something, and Locke was just about to pass over, when countless drops of yellow liquid suddenly spilled from the sky.

Under Locke's conditioned reflex, he waved his arm shield to block, and the arm shield mixed with some precious material was actually hit by this liquid, making a slight "z, z, z", and a circle of insignificant dents appeared on the arm shield.

The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard were all wearing full-body iron armor, and as soon as they were touched by this yellow liquid, the visual feeling of "stabbing and stinging" acid corroding steel appeared, but fortunately, the amount of acid was not much, only corroded their armor by one-third, and did not cause substantial damage to the soldiers.

But some unlucky soldiers were spilled with acid on their skin that was not protected by armor, "Ah, ah~" After a howl of pain, the skin that was sprinkled was full of pits, and it was full of blood spots.

"Be careful, don't get splashed with this acid!" each captain yelled at his men.

The Praetorian Guards were on the front line, and they used their sturdy armor to block the first wave of acid, protecting the countless dark guards behind them, wearing only leather armor.

Another wave of yellow acid came from the sky.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" shouted several captains with good eyes and quick reactions.

The commander's order quickly woke up the Praetorian Guards, and nearly a hundred Praetorian Guard soldiers raised their huge shields at their sides at the same time, these huge shields made by famous blacksmiths in the eastern province of Tyre in Faustin were like a solid barrier, blocking most of the acid sprays that followed.

"What is this?" Locke covered his head with his arm shield as he quickly ran to where Viscount Cage and the others were standing.

"Sand Cockroach's acid!" next to Viscount Cage, a magician replied for him.

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