Chapter 1081: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (3)

When the werewolf riders entered the Sahara Desert, the surrounding scenery was quickly replaced by endless sand dunes.

Luckily, the Iron Rider was very fast—its engine and thrusters were built for navigating the desert—and it only took an hour or two to cross the desert, and Bediwell had taken care of it before heading out to make sure that nothing went wrong with the plane.

The only thing that worries the werewolves the most now is the desert sharks that haunt the sea of sand. The sound of the Iron Rider's engine running is so small that it doesn't bother the Sharks, but there are always exceptions, and who knows what will happen to them on their next journey?

"Arthur, are you sure you don't have to be in the driver's hands, my weapons are better suited to defend against enemy attacks. Bediwell asked casually.

"No, I don't. The Knight King took out his lightsaber, guarded with the sword in one hand, and put his arm around the werewolf's waist with the other: "My skills have not regressed in peacetime, and the Desert Devil Shark and the like are just a piece of cake." "Ugh...... Really?" Feeling his waist being wrapped around the Knight King, Beddevil blushed and said, "Okay, okay." "Then again, it's really not a peaceful world. The Knight King said, "I've never heard of an attack by a desert shark before, and these damn sharks originally only hunted in the deep sandy seas. Their attacks in the desert have only happened in the last few years. "Really?" the werewolf wondered for a moment, "Really, why?" "[Afterlife]. King Arthur suddenly spat out a wonderful word: "Have you heard of this?" and "[Bliss]? means...... "Bediwell understands it in relation to the culture of the Egyptians.

Arthur laughed a few times as if he had heard a joke: "Huhuhuhu." No. [Bliss] refers to a type of anesthetic. In recent years, drug traffickers who sell this narcotic drug have become rampant, causing a lot of trouble for the whole of Europe. According to reliable sources, the source of the production and sale of this anesthetic is Egypt. Bediwell was stunned for a moment. He remembered the Muhammad merchant group who had been in charge of the escort yesterday. There was something unpleasant about the merchant ship's cargo, and it happened to smell like some kind of narcotic.

"Some people say that it was because [Bliss] was so widely circulated in Egypt that there were too many merchant ships transporting the raw materials and finished products of this narcotic medicine back and forth in the sand sea, which caused the activity of the desert shark. The dust of the narcotic pill that leaks slightly from the merchant ship will drive the big sharks who are already very honest crazy. "Sure enough......!

"Well, Bedeville, do you know something?" Arthur asked, sensing something unusual from the werewolf's silence.

"No...... It's nothing. Bediwell replied casually.

Even so, things have nothing to do with Bediville. Regardless of whether or not the Muhammad merchant group illegally transported narcotics, that was a thing of the past. Bediwell was not an Egyptian, nor would he stay in this desert country for long, so he was not obligated to report the country's outlaws...... There is no need for this. Even if he told Arthur about this, the Knight King probably wouldn't do anything. After all, this is not the territory of Great Britain, and King Arthur has no right to interfere in the affairs of other countries.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, forget it. Arthur didn't ask any further, he thought about it the same as Bediville's. No matter how dilapidated and decaying the country of Egypt becomes, Great Britain has no right to intervene.

Sou!

Sure enough, a desert shark burst out of the sea of sand and swooped down on Bediwell's iron horseman.

"Damn, again...... The werewolf was about to complain, thinking that he was about to be drenched in the blood of the desert sharks again.

But Arthur's lightsaber slashed through quickly, splitting the oncoming monster in two. The high-output lightsaber with a fiery red glow, cutting the body of a creature is like chopping melons and vegetables, and it has an astonishing heat, cutting the desert shark in half while quickly burning and sealing the monster's wounds, preventing the desert shark's blood from splashing everywhere.

The monster's body landed next to the Iron Rider, and it was thrown a long distance by the Iron Rider in an instant.

"What did you just want to say?" the Knight King clenched his sword in one hand and wrapped Bediwell's waist tighter in the other.

"No! nothing!" replied Bediwell, blushing. While it was a blessing not to be covered in the blood of the monsters, they couldn't afford to be careless just yet, as there could be more desert sharks coming.

"By the way, what's the matter with that [metal detector] you just mentioned?" asked Beddivi casually to ease the tension.

"Oh, that's it. King Arthur scanned his surroundings and said as he was on guard, "It's just a little preparation to find the Desert Rose." "How do you find the method?" the werewolf was confused, what is the causal connection between finding a flower and the metal detector?

"It's the merfolk who made the world's most sensitive metal detector. Arthur explains, "With that, not only can you find metal scrap buried in the sand, but you can also easily find underground water veins." Legend has it that the once-in-a-millennium flower, like a dreamy desert rose, is hidden in an oasis in the Sahara Desert - the City of the Dead. "The deceased...... What?!" Arthur laughed, "It's just a joking name for the people of the desert." The oasis of tranquility and beauty emerges only at dusk from the towers of the sea, just like the place where the souls of the dead go in ancient Egyptian mythology. Anyway, according to my analysis, it should be protected by some kind of very powerful illusion, natural or unnatural. "And to find this illusory oasis, you can only search along the underground water veins, bit by bit. The werewolf finally understood: "I'm afraid it will take a lot of time." "I can only trust the performance of the mermaids' metal detectors... And your luck too. Arthur patted Bedeville on the shoulder: "Three o'clock, be careful!" As soon as Arthur finished speaking, a desert shark immediately burst out of the sea of sand and attacked Bedeville's iron knight without warning! The werewolf twisted the steering wheel to avoid the desert shark's attack as much as possible, and King Arthur behind him also drew a sword.

The blade of the lightsaber pierced through the monster fiercely, splitting the monster in two again. The Desert Shark was killed in an instant under King Arthur's sword, but not even a drop of blood was splashed, which was not only due to the power of the lightsaber in Arthur's hand, but also to Arthur's crisp and perfect swordsmanship.

Bediwell dodged the sand shark's attack and twisted the steering wheel back again. His iron rider twisted an S-shape on the sand dune and soared down the very top of the dune.

"Yo-he!" Bediwell let out a cheerful cheer as he watched the rapid passage of light in front of him.

"The driving skills are not bad. The knight king behind him praised, "I must play with you when I have time." "Makes you laugh, Arthur. The werewolf smiled contentedly, "You've been driving the Iron Rider for so many years, how can a layman like me compare to you—not to mention, Zvar has arrived!" After a puff of dust, the shadow of a small city a few kilometers away loomed in the desert's hot, distorted air. It may seem far away, but for the speed of an iron rider, it only takes a moment to get there.

Five minutes later, Bediwell parked the Iron Rider in a remote corner of the Desert City, cleverly hid behind a piece of sandstone, and then spread the prepared camouflage cloth on it, sprinkled with sand, and disguised the Iron Rider as part of the sandstone.

"The Iron Rider itself is locked, and it can't be stolen without a high degree of electronic cracking means. Is it necessary to make it so complicated?" asked Arthur, puzzled as he watched the werewolf busy.

"Arthur, you don't know about the Egyptians in these ghettos. Bediwell carefully checked the disguise to make sure it looked seamless, and then said satisfied, "Whatever they can steal, they'll steal." Even if the iron rider was locked, they probably would have gotten a wagon to carry it all away. "Whew, it's scary. Arthur didn't seem to care.

"It's such a terrible world. The werewolf figured out from behind the sandstone and carefully observed that there was no one around before leading the direction of the center of Arthurian City: "I hope I remember the way to the underground cavern." The city's laneways are so complicated. The Knight King silently followed behind the werewolf, observing the scenery along the way as he walked. The slums of Zvar are one of the most dilapidated and decaying areas in Egypt, and the surrounding houses are made of dilapidated stone and wooden planks, which are cold in winter and hot in summer, and still smell of decay even under the perennial sun.

Most of these houses are uninhabited and serve as hiding places for gangsters. Occasionally, stripped corpses appear in empty rooms, and it is not uncommon for them to appear. Walking in such a place, even the Knight King did not dare to slack off, he grasped the hilt of the lightsaber that did not unfold the blade, and quietly and cautiously hid the lightsaber in the sleeve of his black robe, ready to deal with the surprise attack that came at any time.

And Bediwell, who was at the forefront, was doing something similar. As he made his way to the hiding place, he grabbed his tungsten tortoise-tongue whip, the only weapon he had at the moment. There were a lot of unfriendly people wandering around the rooftops and alleys of the city, but these guys seemed to be too knowledgeable to provoke the heavily armed Bediwell and Arthur.

The two of them walked without saying a word, turning several deserted alleys, and after getting rid of those unfriendly guys, they finally came to the secret place where the Sword Saint Ark was hiding yesterday.