The three oasis countries stand in the desert, the points are connected to the points in a triangle, and the most central part is the location of the forbidden area, no matter where you go to the forbidden area, there are no oases on the way, only many places that resemble rocky areas.

That kind of place, in a sense, is the [oasis] of the desert traveler, which can be used as a temporary resting place, and can also be replenished with a lot of food from here, as long as you carry enough salt, after all, the worm pot is one of the characteristics of the Kendia Desert.

Among the many rocky areas is the Red Rock Canyon, which is home to sand pirates and one of the few remaining oases in the desert.

The three oasis countries hate the sand bandits, but there are plenty of supplies in the Red Rock Canyon, and it is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Sand thieves believe in the respect of the strong, have a more deformed concept of competition, they can absorb anyone who is willing to join, but never allow the team to have weak chickens, as the saying goes, not afraid of god-like opponents, afraid of pig-like teammates.

At present, there are more than 5,000 strong people in the Red Rock Canyon, all of them are good players, and there are nearly 1,000 young women living in dire straits, as well as nearly 800 people captured in the dungeon, ranging in age from seven or eight to seventy or eighty years old, and a few women.

The huge rock is buried deep in the ground, and the exposed parts are majestic, and the dungeon is built into the buried rock, and the day is never seen, except for a few firelights burned with grease to provide a faint light to the dungeon.

The materials used to build the dungeon are mostly made of in-situ materials, wood and steel are rarely used, and they are basically stone, which is full of loopholes in terms of practicality, but even so, there is no possibility of escape for those who are imprisoned in the dungeon.

A dimly lit cell emitted a disgusting stench.

A woman leaned against a wall close to the stone railing, covered in unknown feces, long since dry on her skin, but still stenching.

There were nearly forty other people in the cell, mostly men, far away from the woman, almost cowering in the corner on the other side.

The group of people were all yellow-faced, dull-looking, looking at the darkness somewhere without saying a word, and motionless, like sculptures.

The woman's face was covered with a comical mask of feces, and her mental state was different from that of the others in the prison, her head swaying slightly, looking through the limited gap between the stone railings, looking at the burning grease on the wall, and not giving up on escape for a moment.

If Luo was here, he could barely recognize this woman, it was Miria who had worked with Master Zeroth.

"I'm going to get out!"

Miria muttered to herself.

More than half a month ago, she left with a convoy from Elba to Walt, and unfortunately encountered sand thieves on the way, because of the large number of sand thieves, even if she had good skills, there was no possibility of repelling the sand pirates.

knows that with his own appearance, he will be miserable in the hands of sand thieves, and even if he dies, he will not escape the fate of being ruined.

So, she used a more inhumane method, took a lot of feces, smeared it on her body, and then took out the poison sac, put it under the tip of her tongue, and waited for death like fate.

She is a woman, and it is normal that she has not been killed by sand thieves, but most of the living mouths left behind are men, and only a few women.

I don't know why the sand thief's move is not quite the same as the rumor, and I didn't have time to think, so I took a heavy blow to the back of the head and fainted.

When she woke up again, it was night, and she and the three women in the convoy were thrown on a rocky ground, surrounded by several bonfires, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at them, and the figures in the firelight were like chilling ghosts.

She heard a few short conversations.

"Chief, do you want to wash that disgusting woman with water?"

Syllable!

It was the sound of the palm of the hand slapping the door of the head, and then a cold male voice came: "That woman has water important?"

Then she saw that the three women who were with her were pounced on like wolves by a group of sand thieves, making terrible noises, and she was taken to the dungeon by two disgusted sand thieves, where she was locked up with more than forty men.

This was her first visit to the sand thieves' lair, and she had seen a lot of things that were different from the rumors.

Sand Pirates... I don't know for what purpose, I have imprisoned an unknown number of people, and the target of the imprisonment has no requirements, even children and the elderly, as if they choose the target of imprisonment according to their mood.

Twelve days passed, and she did not know what happened to the three women who accompanied her, and she was lucky enough to avoid it, but she was also deprived of her freedom.

Knock...

A slight, high-pitched sound rang rhythmically in the cell, it was the sound of Miria grinding stones.

Before she was put in the cell, all valuable things and weapons were removed, including hairpins, but the poison sac hidden under the tip of her tongue was not found.

The peculiarity of the dungeon allowed her to find a stone, and she wanted to grind a dagger to put on her body for self-defense, and the hidden poison sac could also be fed to the dagger.

As she grinded the stones, Miria remained vigilant, even though it wasn't time to deliver food, keeping her eyes on the end of the aisle, listening intently for any footsteps that might come from suddenly.

The sound of the grinding stone stopped suddenly, and the faint sound of footsteps came from the dead cell, which was very dense.

A hint of surprise flashed across Miria's face, even if it was a meal delivery point, there were only a few sand thieves doing it, and she had never heard such a dense footstep, there were fifty, or even a hundred?

Then, she saw groups of sand thieves pouring into the dungeon as never before, opening the cells with a clear division of labor, and letting the younger people out in a cold tone.

Seeing this, Miria quickly cut off her hair, wrapped the palm-sized flat stone in her hand with her hair, and then hid it in the ditch on her chest and tightened her clothes.

Not long after, a sand thief came to the cell where she was, opened the door, and said coldly, "Get out of here." ”

The people in this cell are all young people, so there is no need to screen them.

Hearing the sound of the sand thieves, everyone stood up like the walking dead and walked out of the cell, driven to stand in a chaotic queue.

Miria blended in with the crowd, and was inevitably swept by the sand thieves with disgust several times.

The sand thieves drove everyone out of their cells to the ground as if they were driving away the animals.

All those who saw the sun again closed their eyes and were pushed or kicked into a huge clearing, about 600 people.

Miria finally managed to adjust her eyes to the bright light, and slowly opened them, only to see a bloody sand thief riding an armored ox in a huge procession on the open rocky ground, and she couldn't see how many people there were at a glance.

A rugged man with a pigtail, at the head of the line, glanced at them coldly and said, "Give them food and a good meal on the road." ”

Hearing this, Miria was like entering an ice cellar, and while the others also had a small number of people with a fierce fear reaction.

The sand thieves had already prepared, took out a lot of sumptuous food and water, and put them in front of the crowd.

Moments later, the crowd frantically snatched food and water from the ground.

Miria gritted her teeth, and pounced on the food...