The snow moon hangs high, and a layer of silver frost dots everything in the world.

A thin young man stood in front of the salt well with a frown.

He had no hair at all, and his beautiful azure eyes were staring around. The skin on the body is fair, which makes women ashamed.

Stepping on the crunchy brine crystals, the melancholy between Rick's eyebrows became more and more intense.

It's in the middle of nowhere, but at least there's the sound of insects chirping. But at this time, it seems that everything has disappeared, and the silence is terrifying.

Then there was a very strange sound, intermittently coming from the direction of the sand thief's lair.

Rick walked briskly along the sound, and soon saw a jaw-dropping scene!

Rick didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, and his facial muscles twitched as if they had been injected with stimulant hormones.

The sight swept over the large weeds, one by one, or one by one, the things were strangely facing each other.

On one side are dwarfed creatures with tall calves, garlic-like heads, and sharp claws.

They were an unsightly muddy gray, as if they had been coated in a disgusting coat. The limbs are short, and the front of the arms are two sharp hooks.

The lower abdomen of the bulging sac seems to be stuffed with food. The most attractive thing is their garlic clove-like heads.

Truth be told, Rick couldn't tell where the five senses were, or they didn't have them at all.

It's still a creature here, and the one on the other side with these large cloves of garlic is even more stunned to Rick.

Wrapped in a skin that looks like a balloon has shrunk, lying on his stomach softly, the layers of folds, make Rick's scalp tingle.

The height is also not high, but the facial features can be vaguely seen, buried deep in these layers of flesh and skin. The outer layer is a sharp, shiny needle, about the length of a forearm.

If the other party's skin is not so weird, much like a drought-tolerant plant, cactus.

The dark green skin rises and falls, and the soft wrinkled skin makes a "wave" sound with this movement.

The two sides stared at each other, and after a moment, they suddenly pounced on each other in unison, not knowing what they had touched.

The garlic clove head is very fast, but the soft cactus is not to be kneaded at will.

During the movement of the short legs, the soft skin and flesh on the body were quickly inflated and inflated.

The sprinting garlic clove head didn't care at all, and the claws of both hands slashed at the enemy. Being attacked seemed to stimulate these soft cacti, and their bodies swelled up wildly, squirting out the needles on the surface of their bodies.

"Whew!" The needles were prickly and shot, but those garlic clove heads ignored this attack at all, and used their sharp claws to kill these cactus-like things.

The cactus has little ability to resist, and the only means of attack is pinprick and can't kill those garlic clove heads.

During the killing, the thick milky white juice splashed and fell to the ground to "breed", which was very corrosive. But those garlic clove heads, just shook their heads, and the corrosive slime was shaken off.

Rick was so frightened that he hid in the grass, not daring to move. Although the two sides of the battle are not tall, the lethality that erupts is stronger than that of a border army. Not to mention a group, even one of these monsters has the potential to cause human casualties.

The killing was soon over, and although the garlic clove heads were not afraid of the cactus attack, they were still killed by the fire.

There are forty or fifty left.

The next actions of these guys made Rick even more puzzled.

They gathered the dead cacti and the corpses of their kind, and then gathered around the pile of corpses.

After waiting for a moment, a soul-shaking hum came from the pile of corpses.

Then those garlic clove heads slowly began to move.

Just like peeling a garlic clove, slowly peel off the crust one by one.

Even from a distance, Rick could hear the tearing sound of flesh being torn raw. Shrinking back into the grass again, Rick continued to watch.

Peel off the garlic clove-like crust to reveal the snow-white layer of fat underneath. In the fat layer, it seems that something is wrapped in it, but it is too far away to be seen clearly.

These garlic clove heads, as if on a pilgrimage, peeled off the flesh of their faces, revealing a trembling layer of snow-white fat, and walked towards the pile of corpses.

After slowly burying themselves in that layer of corpses, these garlic cloves that peeled off their faces were completely quiet.

After waiting a little longer to make sure the things were asleep, Rick quickly ran to the sand thief's lair.

These garlic clove heads don't look barbaric, but in this kind of ritual, there are actually more than a dozen people of the same kind who have not been skinned to guard those who enter the corpse.

Rick didn't know what these things were, but he knew that they weren't doing it for fun.

Before they got closer, there were bursts of shouts of killing from the sand thieves' lair.

Rick's heart tightened, and he looked at the flickering firelight, and suddenly felt anxious.

Mavi, a mad dog, was barely rescued after being shot by Rick. After only a short rest, he bit it again. This time, he pressed all his forces and did not give the border army and sand pirates any room for maneuver at all.

As the last remaining elite also participated in the battle, the already exhausted border army and sand thieves were suddenly defeated and retreated.

Rick knew that once Mavi's mad dog won, he would never survive. This is a desert, and there is not even a place to hide, and even if he runs out now, he will never survive without food and water.

But at this time, even if he joined the border army and sand pirates, it didn't seem to have any effect on reversing the defeat.

Rick was trying to communicate the mysterious voice when a popping sound was heard behind him.

"Bang bang!" It's like a drum, and it makes people's chests tight.

Rick's expression was stunned, and he immediately did not hesitate at all, and quickly ran towards the battlefield. At least there are humans over there, and even if he dies, Rick will die under the human sword.

Approaching the battlefield, Rick found a corpse, first dressed himself indiscriminately, then found a long knife, and touched the border army.

Before he could get closer, he was spotted by a sand thief who yelled and rushed towards him.

Looking at the sand thieves who rushed madly towards him, Rick's brain short-circuited: "Are you crazy? The enemy is over there! ”

The sand thief's eyes were red, and he raised his scimitar fiercely, ignoring Rick's questioning: "Die!" White Dog!! ”

A white dog suddenly stabbed Rick in the chest like a thunderbolt from the sky. Raising his arm, Rick suddenly smiled bitterly: "Damn molting, it's in trouble!" ”

Rick is not familiar with these sand thieves, not to mention that Rick's appearance has changed greatly at this time, even if the squadron leader is standing here, it is estimated that he will not recognize Rick, let alone those sand thieves?