Lan Wu and the three of them had to wait for almost ten hours before they dared to lift the linen covering their heads. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info: The terrifying numbers of the Desert Hornets and their strength enough to kill the pros in an instant made them all honest.

Seeing the cloudless blue sky again, the three of them sat on the hot ground tiredly and gasped for air. Desert wasps are scary, but huddled in a near-confined space in this scorching heat is just as scary. It was as if they had just been fished out of the water, and not a single part of their bodies was dry. As soon as they climbed up, they each took out their water bladders and poured them into their mouths desperately.

"Save some drinks." Varif finally got old and took care of himself, barely wetting his lips and throat before putting down the water bladder. His experience told him that this trip to the desert was dangerous. Although Qing Shui has prepared a lot, he may save money, and he may encounter some trouble in the future.

"One last bite." Lan Wu poured a large mouthful of clear water, and then resisted the urge to drink it dry in one gulp and quickly put away the water bladder.

After a short rest, the sun was sinking in the west, and it was already evening. This time, without Warref's reminder, the three of them set off again. The first tip for walking in the desert is to travel early in the morning and late in the evening, avoiding the scorching sun as much as possible. As an earthling in the twenty-first century, Lan Wu certainly knows this little trick.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the temperature gradually drops. And after nightfall, Lan Wu and his party also failed to get a comfortable time to travel.

Demons of all kinds also know that night is the best time to hunt.

The three-headed zombie dogs that were exploring the way and alert in front suddenly whined and roared a few times, and then ran out one after another. A few dozen meters ahead, a sharp roar came from behind a rock. Several demons familiar to Lan Wu jumped out from behind the rocks and got into a fight with the zombie dogs.

Cat people, or rather, saber-toothed cats.

This pair of saber-toothed cats likes to haunt in groups, is good at sneak attacks, and often jumps out to attack past professionals. And these saber-toothed cats were obviously planning to sneak up on the three of them. It's a pity that they can't compete with the zombie dog's keen sense of smell and were discovered in advance.

Lan Wu and Gross naturally won't be polite. I was deflated by the desert wasp before, and I was holding back a breath of anger in my heart. It's rare for a demon to take the initiative to send it to the door for himself to vent. Both of them smiled politely.

The battle ended quickly. These saber-toothed cats and zombie dogs are on par. However, the addition of Lanwu and Gross turned the tide of the battle on a one-sided note. Several skills smashed over, and the zombie dog waited for an opportunity to pounce and bite off their necks.

For this result, Lan Wu and the two were quite satisfied. Luckily, the demons in the desert aren't exactly the kind of perverted creatures of the desert wasps. Otherwise, everyone should just turn around and go back.

"Watch your step." Varif suddenly screamed anxiously again, and at the same time quickly jumped onto a nearby tabletop-sized rock, vigilantly observing the nearby ground.

"What's coming again?" Lan Wu didn't dare to be careless, and followed Varif's example and Gross jumped onto the rock where the saber-toothed cats were hiding.

"It looks like a sandworm." Varif exclaimed uncertainly, his eyes darting the surface.

Lan Wu was taken aback. It's true that sandworms are good at making holes. But the sandworms he had encountered had never burrowed into the ground, but rushed up as if they couldn't make holes and bit people with their chelicerae. Could the great changes in the world make them smarter?

After a while, a lump of mud suddenly protruded from the ground. A sandworm the size of a ping-pong table broke through the ground and climbed onto the ground. The pair of chelicerae that were large enough to clamp a person in half opened and closed, as if searching for the track of their prey.

Lan Wu suddenly relieved himself. A single sandworm is no big deal. With a finger of the staff, the three-headed zombie dog, which had already bared its teeth, suddenly jumped up and pounced on the sandworm.

One of the zombie dogs had just rushed halfway through when another sandworm sprang out of the ground beneath his feet. Huge chelicerae clamp the zombie dog around the waist. Without the slightest sign, the zombie dog was pinned in two on the spot.

The other two zombie dogs didn't get far either. The ground suddenly bulged again, and three sandworms burst out of the ground, splitting them in an instant, and then pounced on them and tore them. It doesn't matter about the stinking carrion of the zombie dog.

Lan Wu and the three couldn't help but gasp when they saw it. It's hard to prevent. No one thinks they're better than the tough muscles of a zombie dog. Today's sandworms are like the difference between a tiger and a kitten.

"Stay on the rocks and don't move. They have no vision and rely on vibrations to the surface to lock onto their targets. Varif shouted at the two Lanwu and sat down.

One night went by. None of the three dared to jump off the stone, and they didn't even want to do it. If you kill one and provoke a large group, you won't be able to get out.

The sun climbed back to the horizon. The gravel wasteland has regained its tranquility. This time, all three had to accept a harsh reality. Walking in this parched land is only the hottest part of the day when it's safest.

Lan Wu cautiously tried. After making sure that the elusive sandworms had left, he jumped off the stone and smiled wryly at the two of them, "It seems that we are not prepared enough." ”

"I hope to make it to a distant oasis." Varif shrugged helplessly. The dumbest thing to do in the desert is to rush when it's hottest. That would only consume more food and water. But now I can only bite the bullet. Fortunately, the food and water prepared by everyone were sufficient, and it was reasonable to last enough to reach the distant oasis.

Set off again, and the group ran into trouble again. The gravel wastelands are no longer flat plains, but mountains. Now a huge mountain range stretched across the horizon forced them to stop and discuss what to do.

"It's better to take a detour, it's a little farther away, but it's better to be safe." Variif was more cautious.

"But it's the only entrance to the dry highlands." Gross takes a different view. Deviating from this route will inevitably take more time, which means that there may not be enough food and water to prepare.

Lan Wu didn't say a word, and the two of them had their own opinions. He really had no love for Rugoin. In the hot and cruel environment here, he had no choice. If it weren't for the fact that there was a Gross with him, I don't know when he would have become a dry corpse in the desert at that time.

The two argued to the end, so they simply threw the question to Lan Wu, and fixed their eyes on his face. He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and made a decision that he didn't care: "Take a detour, God knows what demons are hidden in that mountain range that we don't know." ”

Gross acquiesced to this fact at this time. The sandworms and desert wasps alone made all three of them suffer. It is really impossible to look at the Alaroc Desert today with the experience of the past.

Reaching a consensus, the three of them went straight to the side of the mountain. No one expected that a sandstorm was quietly taking shape. (To be continued.) )