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The blue sky was shaking, and a hot fireball hung over it.

In the dry air, there is a heat wave from time to time, stirring up the last bit of moisture in the air.

The golden, round grit, covered in the heat it had absorbed all day, frantically passed to a lean, swarthy body.

Rick's still wet tongue quietly licked through the chapped and dehydrated lips, and the rough touch made the tongue shrink uncomfortably.

A wide, tattered, oil-stained reserve uniform, loosely wrapped around Rick's body. The trouser legs and wrists are carefully pulled up with fine hemp rope, just like farmers who go to the fields to farm.

The limbs exposed to the air were as dark as if they had been splashed with ink, and the openings on them, which had been cracked by lack of water, were covered with dry and hard grains of sand.

The hot air inhaled by the wings of the nose, as if mixed with chili pepper water, scraped the throat and entered the lungs, searching for the last bit of life in the body.

Blinking his eyes, which had become dry from lack of water, Rick's gaze fell on a teenager in a similar outfit next to him.

Just as thin and dark, only in the left calf, there was a putrid and rotten purulent wound. The wound turned outwards on both sides, and the yellowish, fishy-smelling pus stuck to the exposed subcutaneous tissue of the wound, like soaked soap.

As if sensing Rick's gaze, the boy tilted his head, his indifferent gaze swept over Rick, and his left calf moved, hiding the purulent wound in his trousers.

Rick withdrew his gaze, thanking the inexplicable voice once again as he leaned down and squeezed himself into the scorching sand.

Even though the environment was so bad that it was almost impossible to think about, Rick kept his eyes on the small caravan that was getting closer and closer under the dunes.

The large sand beast, covered in slender scales of bright yellow, blocked the invasion and heat of the scorching sun. Two vertical pupils with a coating blink from time to time, squeezing the gravel blown into the eye out of the eyeball, leaving a piece of air-dried sand in the eye socket.

The wide limbs and thick foot pads make it a lot easier to walk. The mouth is flat and wide, and the saliva that has turned white from contact with air is mixed with a large amount of dry and fine grass. Chewing slowly and continuously, the stomach pouch of the sand tomon maintains proper digestive juices, and it can be eaten anytime and anywhere.

The wide, thick back, with a large amount of cargo tied to a rope covered with a coarse cable cloth, made the Shatuomon's steps slow and heavy.

The team leader with the silk filter hood poured a mouthful of precious water and carefully put the water bladder into his arms: "How far are you to the outpost?" "The voice was dry, like starch that had been squeezed out of water.

A tall man with a sword and armor next to him was rubbing the stubborn salt frost sweat stains on his clothes, and stopped his movements when he heard the words: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, your benefits will be indispensable when the time comes." The tall man was stout, and his voice was even more cold.

Hearing the other party's warning, the team leader's sweaty face squeezed out a sneer: "Too much, it's me who is too talkative." "The nature of a businessman makes him look humble at this time. But the tall man knew that if he could not satisfy or intimidate the hyena, he would be eaten alive by it.

The "Good Again" Great Business Alliance, although it is only sandwiched between the Uss Empire and the Holy Flat Dove Church State, but being able to survive in the two great empires is a powerful manifestation in itself.

They are like hyenas, chasing interests and trampling on the law, and only the various coins that precipitate the smell of copper are their only masters.

The tall man pressed the hood, hiding the cold light in his eyes in the brim.

"You must get out of this place!"

Don't look at the tall man as strong and rugged, he is actually a knowledgeable explorer. The second level of warrior apprenticeship, the third level of knowledge, and rich experience in exploration have allowed him to gain a lot of prestige and money.

This time I came to the Satsuma Desert because I followed a mission clue that has been hanging in the Explorers Association for more than 40 years. The mission itself was fruitless, but in the depths of the desert, a more valuable piece of information was accidentally discovered.

The rough hand subconsciously stroked the abdomen, and the tall man suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart, and poured water with a calm face. Cold water slid down his thirsty throat, tightening the gray maranbu robe, and the tall man once again stood guard beside the leader.

Rick looked at the hapless little caravan with nervousness. Yan zhòng's dehydrated body had been lying in the scorching sun for at least half a day, the hot grit was trying to transfer heat, and the body seemed to have been evaporated with water, and it had long been devoid of sweat.

It's just that when he saw this small caravan for the first time, Rick Yanzhòng's dehydrated body still secreted a layer of sweat that I don't know if it was sweat. Nervous, excited, Rick could almost hear a thumping heartbeat in his chest.

"I'm going to kill someone!!"

Rick clutched the rag-covered blade, which he said was only the first half of a scrapped iron knife. This is the "weapon" that Rick paid for two tons of water.

In order to make the iron blade sharper, Rick even wasted a day of drinking water to polish the iron blade. The blade lacked a handle, and the back half was tied to Rick's thin right hand, for he had heard that when slashing people, the weapon could easily slip with too much force.

Although it is not the first time that he has robbed such a caravan, it is the first time for Rick to actually kill someone.

Three months ago, Rick was an ordinary Satsuma teenager. The body is dry and dark, and the skin is dry and flaky due to long-term lack of moisture, which is no different from most Satsuma teenagers.

In order to give Rick a better life, his parents took their belongings and prepared to leave this place where they had lived for half their lives.

Unfortunately, fate played a joke on Rick.

With a caravan, his parents prepare to go to the interior of the Empire to earn a living. As a result, he was unfortunately attacked by sand thieves, his parents were killed, and his savings were robbed. Rick hides in the gravel under the car, avoiding death.

After being rescued by the border army, Rick thought that he would not die, but he didn't think about it, and after entering the border army station, it was the beginning of the nightmare.

A hoarse shout from far and near interrupted Rick's memories.

"Disarm or kill! Disarm and don't kill!! The voices came and went, full of high-pitched and excited, and the bright scimitar and axe, flying in his hand, quickly rushed towards the small caravan.

Even though he had known the process for a long time, Rick's heart still twitched uncontrollably when the first cry sounded: "Fuck it!" He gritted his teeth and stood up, his head a little dizzy from the lack of water and the long-term stay in one position, but Rick was replaced by excitement and nervousness after a few steps.

"Kill! Kill!! Rick's eyes widened, and the iron blade firmly tied to his hand, took a big stride towards the small caravan.

As Rick stood up, there were at least seven or eight teenagers and girls of the same age around him, standing up at the same time, the "weapons" on their bodies were messy, and the only thing they had in common was that they were sharp enough to shine in the scorching sun.

The sand was not focused, and almost every time they took a step, they would fall into it, so even if they were close, by the time the boys and girls came to the vicinity of the small caravan, more than twenty stout masked men on horseback and beasts had already met the guards in the caravan.

The horses and beasts are tall, but they look a little thin due to the lack of forage and drinking water. Even so, the masked robbers on horseback beasts have the upper hand.

The pure iron scimitar wrapped in steel brackets in his hand looks shiny and sharp. The hatchet is pinned to the sturdy black rose belt for easy access at any time. Each one showed only a pair of satsuma characteristic hazel eyes, full of madness and tyranny.

The guard, who had been standing beside the leader of the caravan, was holding a long knife and looked at the "rich" robbers with a solemn expression. The scimitar forged from pure iron is very valuable, not to mention the scimitar of ordinary robbers, who can handle an inferior broadsword in each person's hands, which is elite.

And the formation of these people faintly smelled of the army, which made the tall man's heart sink completely: "Damn, how can the news leak?" The tall man looked at the caravan leader next to him with murderous intent.

The team leader shrunk his shoulders and arched his back, his big dark face was huddled together, and he was about to cry: "Big man! It's none of my business, I have a lot of goods myself!! The sharp touch on the neck meat disappeared, and the team leader breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

In order to make his position clear, the leader with a sweaty face immediately stepped forward, waved the heavy money bag in his hand, and shouted: "Which brothers are you?" I'm a merchant of the 'Come Again' Alliance, can you make it easier? These little money" with a soft smile on his face, the team leader shook the money bag hard.

"Poof!"

"Be careful!" The tall man's face changed greatly, but he was a step too late. The leader had an extra hatchet on his chest that had sunk into most of his chest, and he kept a flattering smile, and the bag full of copper plates and silver thalers in his hand fell on the hot gravel with a thud.

"Gollum~!" Blood foam surged out of the chapped mouth like a spring, and the pupils contracted a few times, and before he could fix his gaze on the axe on his chest, the leader fell straight to the ground.

One side is hideous and tyrannical, and he does not hesitate to start. One side is passively frightened, but in order to survive, it explodes into a strong desire to survive.

It's like two beasts biting together, the rubbing flowers from the collision of weapons, the fierce eyes with round eyes, the blood-red flesh turned outward, and the almost distorted facial expressions, which teach Rick these hairy boys a good lesson.

Rick looked at the killing battlefield, tightened his weapon, took a deep breath, bent his waist, stepped on the hot sand, and quickly circled behind a caravan attendant.

The caravan attendant was dressed in a sturdy burlap shirt and over-the-knee shorts of the same material, revealing a pair of hairy thighs, and at first glance he had little experience walking in the desert. The short sword in his hand was white, and he leaned against the Shatuo Beast, looking nervously at the situation in the field.

These sand thieves came suddenly, but what is even more chilling is that these sand thieves do not accept negotiations at all, which means that they do not need to live.