Anduin is a desert planet with a harsh natural environment, but it is located at the key point of the interstellar shipping route, and the six migratory routes must be accelerated by the stars of Anduin's galaxy.

The strategic location, combined with the number of merchants coming and going, makes the planet a gathering place for speculative traders, fugitives and pirates.

There is a kind of entertainment with a different audience. There's nothing more popular in Anduin than a desert speeder with a mortality rate of more than 7 percent.

The Anduin Desert Grand Prix is held six times a year between sandstorm seasons. Since most of the players in the previous game will not be able to participate in the next race, each desert speed race is a separate competition and gambling game. The winner of the contest will receive 3 million dinars in cash, which can be used to buy a carrier-based aircraft on board the Brenshire.

Commandos from Bayeran dressed themselves as speculative merchants, covering their armor and weapons with thick desert clothing, made their way through hemispherical sandstone structures.

Xiao Yan walked at the end of the line, his nose filled with the smell of sweat from passing passengers and the strange smell of local food. The Anduin people are especially fond of roasting desert lizards and eating them. The dead reptiles were charred black, their carapaces bursting apart, oozing white and yellow fat and bodily fluids, and carrying an indescribable stench.

Ophelia covered herself with her cloak, revealing only one pair of eyes. But even so, Xiao Yan could see her glittering eyes with curiosity and wanting to give it a try.

Lieutenant Midianmaya looked warily left and right, and after making sure no one was watching, he knocked on the door of a garage. Several men wrapped in cloaks immediately followed the lieutenant behind him.

"How's it going for you, Darrenz, what I've commanded?" Midianmayer said to the owner of the garage, an uncle covered in engine oil.

"As you instructed, I've registered for the Oscar team, and there's a flying car, two boxes of special accessories, a schedule and a map, and a driver's license with an empty name," Greasy Darrenz wiped his hands and pointed to the table to the side, "Don't you really need a driver?" This PG-16 is a powerful bitch with 6 modified engines, and a useless man can't hold on to her for half a minute. ”

Ophelia lifted her headscarf, revealing her dichromatic eyes and beautiful face, and said, "It's our business, how much information can you get about other racers, I just need a good guy." ”

"Oh, beautiful lady, Darrenz has everything you need," the garage owner swept around the beautiful woman's plump chest in a daze, "but the teams don't pin their hopes of winning on their own drivers, I can get you the right sniper position, as long as your price is right, hehehe." ”

"You're going to sell our information to other teams anyway," Captain Ophelia von Ishthal from the Elder Girls of the Empire smiled lightly, narrowing one side of her blue eyes and staring into the owner's lustful eyes with blood-red pupils, "to gather information from the other teams, and to tell them that the Oscar team will send indestructible robots and cars to the competition, and sniping too early will only waste precious opportunities." ”

Darrenz, who had just looked at Captain ARC with lewd and sly eyes, suddenly turned white and shook in a trance, and then returned to his previous expression, only to look at Ishtar with eyes that had changed to blind obedience and humility.

"Yes, my mistress." Darrenz bowed and retired, leaving the garage to the crowd.

"That's a great ability, Ophelia," Xiao Yan withdrew his outstretched right hand. He originally wanted to give Darrenz some exciting experience, but he didn't expect Ophelia to get the other party in the blink of an eye.

"A few little tricks of mind control, so that we can reduce a little bit of trouble at the start of the game," Ishtar winked at Xiao Yan, "This level of thugs can't resist my control, but those with strong wills won't work." ”

"Are you sure Master Griffith wants to compete?" Lieutenant Midian Maiya handed Xiao Yan the map, schedule, and registration form, "The desert speed car is not so much a racing car as a sniper and killing conference, and off-the-field factors have a great impact on the outcome of the game. ”

"Oh?" Xiao Yan took the material with a smile, "Midian Maia, do you think we Templars are all good babies?" ”

"That's it~ Midian Maia, you don't have to worry!" Ishtar patted the adjutant on the shoulder, crossed his waist with one hand and said, "They have seen a lot of Templar scenes, the center of the earth blocking magma, the hive to catch the queen, and so on. Evil gods, evil gods, do you know? The Knights Templar were laughing and talking with evil gods in ancient times, and I don't know how high the toy car race is higher than Anduin! ”

Mi Dian Maiya's concerned eyes suddenly became reverent, and when she heard the word evil god, she trembled obviously, and when she looked at Xiao Yan again, she was already full of fear...... can talk and laugh with the evil god, even if it is not as terrible as the evil god, it is not something that mortals can match......

However, I didn't talk and laugh with the evil god, and I couldn't even look up, Lieutenant, you think too much...... Xiao Yan said in his heart.

Sonia had been watching the scene via remote video, and asked with concern on the team channel, "Are you really going?" If we attack after the tournament is over, we can also create a lot of chaos. ”

"However, in this way, we will have one less chance to get close to the information of the Governor and the Doctor," Xiao Yan shook his head and said, "You have also seen the spiritual power displayed by Ishtar. If such a power becomes a skill that can be widely controlled, it will be a revolutionary force for this universe. Even if we can't take it, we can't let the enemy grasp it. So, taking risks is a must. ”

……

Hundreds of modified locomotives of various types and styles gathered on the field, and the starting position was determined according to the draw.

Xiao Yan was unlucky and drew the No. 91 starting position, which was almost one of the back-end locomotives. Instead of wearing the Templars' conspicuous Mark 3 power armor, he replaced it with a set of rough, hideous iron armor similar to the Black Knight's full-body armor in his real space.

This set of iron armor was made by him and his commandos in the workshop, and it looked like something only worn by crazy adventurers, and it was not at all out of line with the crazy racing convention.

"Actually~ The departure location is not very important," Ishtar leaned on the edge of the cockpit and watched Xiao Yan inspect the condition of the locomotive, "There will definitely be a big collision when you set off, and half of the unlucky ghosts will hang up at that time." ”

"Thank you for your encouragement, Ophelia, I feel so much more at ease." Xiao Yan twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Na! ~How does it feel to have a senator's girlfriend? The beauty with different pupils poked Xiao Yan's arm with her fingers, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, "You have been going in and out like this, right?" Isn't it possible to happen on a regular basis? ”

"Huh!" Xiao Yan glanced at her with disdain, and then looked at Midian Maiya next to her, "I think you can ask the lieutenant to know what it's like to work with beautiful women." ”

"Woo~" The burly commando lieutenant bowed his head in shame and silently drank his coffee.

"Midianmaia is a reliable fellow, quick and brave in battle, honest and generous! Known as the 'Wolf of the Wind'! "But there's no need to be a wolf of the wind in bed!" ”

"Poof!" Midianmayer directly squirted out the coffee, "It's not!" I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! ”

"There's no need to be a wolf in bed" This short passage comes from a radio drama in the legend of the Galactic Heroes Rochenthal, Midamaia and the Emperor and Oberstan hahaha! If you are interested, you can listen to it! In addition, Ophelia von Ishthal is based on Oskar von Rochenthal.

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