Marauders, as the name suggests, are a special group of people who do not produce at all, and rely purely on violent robbery and plundering of hygiene.

On this planet with extremely poor resources, people like them can be found everywhere, most of them are in the final dying struggle for survival, but a few are just to enjoy the thrill and pleasure of killing, plundering, and conquering.

Generally speaking, raiders who are just starting out in the industry usually survive less than five days before dying in a single operation, and few of the rest survive for three months.

However, after three months, as the novices learn the combat skills and the intricacies of the squad, they will become extremely formidable.

There is no mercy!

There is no sympathy!

There is no bottom line!

There is not even the most basic self-esteem and shame!

They don't mind trying anything that can increase the success rate of raiding, whether it's seduction or whatever.

A small number of lucky raiders slowly amassed enough prestige and wealth to eventually grow and establish their own strongholds or towns, and then attract relatively small groups of raiders to settle in, and maintain their basic operations through the slave trade and the sale of stolen goods.

There is no doubt that the town of Darazon is a typical example of a place founded by the banding of raiders.

Originally, it was just a small village inhabited by a group of ordinary villagers.

But the groundwater they possess has attracted the prying eyes of looters.

You must know that water resources, especially groundwater resources that can be obtained endlessly, are absolutely extremely scarce survival materials in this world, so there is no accident that all the villagers were slaughtered in just one night.

In order to ensure that they did not slip through for the time being, the raiders did not leave a single one alive.

It can be said that the current town of Dalasong is completely built on blood and corpses, water is the basis for their survival, and those merchants and employers who come from afar are the prerequisites for the prosperity of this town.

Even in order to protect trade from being affected, the raiders banded together to establish a series of rules to follow, including not looting caravans with special markings.

Doesn't that sound ironic?

A group of guys who make a living from robbery actually began to protect the targets of previous robbery.

But sadly, this is the naked reality!

It is also for the greater good and better survival.

In the town of Darazon, no gang of raiders would refuse a generous employer, no matter how excessive his demands may be and how dangerous the task may be.

As a woman of considerable appearance and figure, Laphni had already learned how to use her innate talent to maneuver between savage, rude, and strong men as early as she was a minor, using their male desires to achieve ulterior motives, and even provoke fights.

But today, what she had to do was not to seduce a man who was stronger than herself, but to approach a boy who was much smaller than herself, but more dangerous than all the men she had ever seen.

She didn't even know if her incomparably skilled teasing skills would come in handy, and she didn't know if her beautiful appearance and figure in the eyes of most people were as attractive to this little guy of unknown race.

Disturbed!

Disturbed!

Nervous!

The closer she got to the other party, the more nervous Lephni's spirit became, coupled with the hot sunlight and the amazing ambient temperature, the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water, almost all of them were covered in sweat, and they had to keep pouring water into their mouths to relieve the pressure.

Just as she had drunk the entire jug of water, the one-eyed woman at the front of the line suddenly stopped, raised her hand to signal the people behind her to be quiet, raised the strange device in her hand and looked ahead, and only after about two or three minutes did she say in a slightly excited tone: "Aha! We finally caught up with him!"

"What?

Laphni's pupils contracted suddenly, and she hurriedly took off the white cloak draped over her body as quickly as she could, revealing the long tulle dress that loomed inside.

"Yes! Caught up, but interestingly, he's just one now, and the Kante girl is gone. The one-eyed woman explained without looking back.

"What do you mean! they're separated, or is something happening that we don't know about?" asked another male member of the team next to him, frowning.

"I don't know, but I know it's an opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! No one can stand to be lonely and walk alone in the vast desert. There must be a longing in his heart for a companion. Tell me you're ready, Laiphni?" said the blindfolded woman, turning to look at the most critical figure of the operation.

Anyone who has seen the massive meteorite that could destroy the entire town would not feel that violence is a wise choice.

While violence is what they do best, that doesn't mean they're good for nothing but violence.

On the contrary, deception, disguise, and abduction are all the specialties of veteran raiders.

In fact, only those lowest-level raiders will deliberately show a fierce appearance, trying to show their brutality and strength, make the raided target feel frightened and frightened, and finally achieve the goal of ending the battle with minimal casualties.

After all, slaves were also part of the income, and they accounted for a considerable proportion.

Some of them are rare and precious, with special talents, and even a staggering fortune that can be sold for a lifetime for ordinary raiders.

Laphne took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and then quickly tore the expensive clothes into tatters, and with a frightened look on her face, she replied softly, "I'm ready! Let's play this show and take down this valuable prey before the rest of the team can do it." ”

"Great! Everyone's ready! You can start running! Remember, we won't keep our hands in order to pretend to be a little bit, don't die. ”

The words just fell!

The one-eyed woman raised her fist and slammed it into the left side of Laphni's face, causing her beautiful face to swell high and spit out a mouthful of dark red plasma.

"Phew!"

The latter spat out a mouthful of blood very indifferently, then threw off his boots and ran wildly on the hot gravel with bare feet, his two looming slender thighs completely exposed to the air.

In particular, the panic in his eyes was as if it were real, and he looked back as he ran......

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