"There's a fire ahead."

There weren't just wandering monsters and beasts in the wasteland, a team from afar could see the fire of the adventure team's makeshift camp from afar.

In the vast darkness, the firelight was very conspicuous.

There are quite a few players in this team, and at a glance, there are dozens of people, from different unions and teams, and the chest badge and armband pattern are different.

But these dozens of people are mixed in a large business group of two or three hundred people, which is not very inconspicuous. This is a merchant group from the Great Sand Sea, and the originally scattered desert merchants spontaneously formed a large merchant group for various reasons, integrating their respective escort teams, and jointly funding and recruiting temporary workers along the way to protect the merchant group all the way south.

After all, the environment of the Great Sand Sea is treacherous, except for those desert horses and thieves, the vast majority of sand barbarian tribes will also selectively plunder the merchant groups.

In fact, if it weren't for the 'Black Road' that traverses the middle of the Great Sand Sea, which was blocked by the Netherworld City, which suddenly returned to the material plane, the desert merchants would not have abandoned the 'Black Road' that had been opened up for many years and chose to take Tivanton's Moon Sea Highway to bring goods from the North and West Earth to the Moon Sea area.

The Great Sand Sea is the territory of the Arcane Empire, where there is no grass, and there is naturally no human kingdom now, but this does not mean that players cannot choose to be born in the Great Sand Sea region.

The oases and ancient towns dotted with deserts are the birthplace of players. Seriously, players who choose to be born in a chaotic area without a unified regime, such as Dasha Hai, can only be two types of people. The first is idle and does not like the constraints of the law, and the second is careerist who wants to build his own foundation in the chaos.

In a word. Only the wilderness without a kingdom can satisfy these people's quest for "freedom". In their opinion. The element of "freedom" is enough to cover up all the shortcomings of the chaotic area.

"Stop-"

A dozen knights ran on both wings of the merchant group to give orders. The vehicles that were hurrying in the dark stopped one after another, and the attendants quickly took out various tools and began to set up the field camp.

Within half an hour, there was a large camp on the flat wasteland, and at the outermost end were vacant wagons that were used as protective walls.

In front of the campfire in the center of the camp, six or seven large merchants gathered. This is considered the decision-making group of the merchant group, and small desert merchants with assets of only tens of thousands of gold coins are not qualified to enter the decision-making group. Large merchant groups naturally have a guard leader. It was a strong exemplary warrior who should be close to the heroic level.

"The merchant group has been set up camp, and the outer defense belt has been constructed, I have dispatched all the scouts to disperse to patrol the night, even if there is a night attack by bandits, the team can quickly respond."

Patrick, the leader of the caravan guard, knelt on a blanket and reported to several big businessmen in the decision-making group: "In addition, an adventurer's camp was found on the river beach ahead, there were about 3 people, but it seems that our scouts were spotted when they approached to reconnoitre......"

"This is already Cormier's territory, right?"

decision-making group. A dark-skinned man with a white scarf around his head. The blue-eyed middle-aged merchant muttered, "In a foreign country, don't easily grudge with adventurers. ”

"I agree."

The other big businessmen agreed with the Middle Eastern businessman.

The 'black road' across the Great Sand Sea was interrupted, and they managed to go all the way south from the north of the desert, and they must not make a mistake at the border of Cormier.

"But you have to find out where that adventurer team came from, right?" A young, veiled desert businesswoman disagreed, "What if it's a sand bandit, or a spy sent by another gang of bandits?" Even adventurers may have malicious intentions towards the merchants, and their attitude must be confirmed! ”

The businesswoman's words were secretly murderous, and everyone present could hear another meaning in her words: if that squad of adventurers coveted the caravan, if there was even the slightest tendency to change skins and become robbers, they would be ruthlessly eliminated.

And the businesswoman obviously has a lot of voice in the decision-making group, and as soon as she spoke, other middle-aged businessmen were silent.

"Patrick, you take a team of Holy Arrivals and a team of henchmen to confirm in person......," the businesswoman turned to the leader of the guards with a pair of long, narrow, seductive eyes.

"Yes."

Patrick lowered his head, not daring to make eye contact. He had the illusion of being targeted by an abyssal succubus, a mystery about the businesswoman's origins, and the decision-making team kept her identity secret. Patrick didn't hear much about it all the way.

After receiving the order, Patrick got up and left, ordering a dozen followers in the escort, including six players.

Without horseback riding or carrying torches, the scout team gathered almost all movement, slowly touched the edge of the adventurer's camp, lay down behind the mound, and looked inside.

But there was no one in front of the campfire, only a few blankets scattered with a little sand, and the glacier snowmelt river flowed not far behind the camp, and the sound of running water and the crackling sound of the fire made the environment even more quiet.

"Nobody......"

Of course, several of the players brought by Patrick are elites, and all six of them are from a guild called the Desert Alliance.

In the official regional rankings, the 'Desert Alliance' is the number one guild in the Great Sand Sea region, with no less members than the 'Twilight Blade', and even 10% higher than the first guild of Arabe.

The actual combat effectiveness of a guild is not measured by the number of members on the surface, but by the elite members. It can be said that elite players are the foundation of the guild, these people are on call, and they are the main force of various large-scale tasks, as for those ordinary members who can't be counted on when there is a real big war.

The wanderer player with the ID 'Desert Pit Viper' squinted his eyes at the adventurer's camp not far away, and whispered, "Maybe it's all back to the tent, do you want to reconnoiter further?" ”

The leader of this team of players is a male mage with the ID 'Silver Fox of the Desert'. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "Don't act without permission, leave it to NPCs." If there is a conflict, you all stand back and don't interfere indiscriminately. ”

"Why?"

The male warrior whose ID is 'Desert Bullfrog' wondered.

The 'Desert Silver Fox' squinted at the other players on the team, and said in a deep voice: "Do you see this camp, there are only three tents, which means that there are only three people on the other side......"

"This kind of extremely small adventure team is either extremely confident in its own skills, or it is defeated, but you look at the integrity of the camp......" The male mage looked at the wanderer 'Desert Viper' in the team, and whispered, "Pit Viper, you try to go a little further and see if there are any defensive traps......"

Hearing this, the 'Desert Pit Viper' climbed out of the mound, groped out for a few meters, and then slipped back with a hellish expression, panting: "I sensed a trap!" ”

"But my instincts tell me that there must be more than one trap, and that a step or two further I will be discovered." The Wanderer player palpitated.

Patrick and his henchmen were of course watching the activities of several of the Desert Alliance's players.

"Trap!" Patrick stopped one of the Native scouts, shook his head at him, and said, "No need to scout closely, let's get out of the camp's cordon." ”

A dozen people slowly retreated in the dark, and Patrick dared to say that his nerves were tense all the time, and even an extra floater around him would be noticed by him.

However, at some point, a silver dagger was already on the neck of the leader of the guards, and it was not until his skin felt the cold edge of the metal weapon that Patrick realized a vague figure standing behind him. (To be continued......)