"We can only borrow three, and we'd better come back before dark, Miss Vicilico is petite, please allow me to sit behind you!" Moran said, an arrow step over the hunchback.

Vickyrie obviously felt that she was firmly squeezed on the saddle rudder, and she was about to turn her head to remind Moran, but who knew that the other party opened her mouth first, "Well, I didn't squeeze you, right?" ”

"Obviously, it's enough to choke." Vicky wanted to go back and tell her that, but it was rude to be a stranger for the first time. But then again, the moment Mo Lan opened her mouth, she clearly felt that the air flow was coming from the top of her head, this woman was at least a meter and eight, right?

"Also, it's okay...... That's it for now! Vicky replied reluctantly.

Moran behind him smiled, shook the reins violently, and shouted at the camels,

“cho!cho!”

Draenor was unprepared, the camel under his crotch jerked his body and straightened his front legs, and just as he was about to fall off the saddle, he stood up again, and his center of gravity returned to stability.

Moran and Viklico drove their camels to the front, and Jeanne and Delaenau's camels followed. The crevices in front of him were getting closer, and Draenor had to lie almost entirely on the camel's back to avoid being hit by the obstacles overhead.

The camels left the ruins with the four of them, and a sea of gold appeared in front of them. The land was burned by the scorching sun, and the desert of fine sand and gravel stretched out as far as the eye could see. The broken walls and mounds carved by the wind are pieced together, writing the sad song of the ancient dynasty being submerged by history.

The oasis in the distance was the only pure land that had survived, its tiny body struggling in the rising heat, making it hard to imagine what could keep the plants alive in such a harsh wilderness.

"It doesn't seem that far away, right? But we better be careful, as if we were walking on the sea, and some beast would come out of nowhere. ”

Moran's words made Draenor creep, he had heard the legends of the ancient Israeli Jeeps about desert demons, but even if he could survive in such an environment, he would not be that big.

The three camels look very small in the desert, like a raft floating in the waves.

"So, it's a rare opportunity, tell me your story!" Moran lowered his head and said to Vicilico.

After meeting for so long and not clearly explaining her purpose, it was indeed a bit inappropriate, and Vikli pointed to Draenor and told Moran all the way through.

"That's it, we're just trying to find the 'Blood of the Great King' to unlock the curse, if you know anything, please let us know." Draenor continued Vickilic's words.

Moran put his fist to his mouth and thought for a moment, then turned his head and replied to him,

"I'm sorry, but I've been with the Lickos for over two months, but I've never heard them mention anything like the 'Blood of the Long King'. Abd is the elder of the Bedouins, and perhaps he will know the legend of the thing, so I'll keep an eye out for you when the hunt is over. ”

Vikily also expected that Moran would not know about the rumors of the "Blood of the Long King", she came from the far south, almost across the entire continent of Abel. Moreover, the record of De Longvis the Great was left more than a thousand years ago, and there must be very few people left who know the mysteries.

The group made their way to the edge of the oasis, and Draenor looked at Moran, who was still vigilant, although she seemed to know a lot about the desert, but this time she must have been a little worried.

"Phew—" The group followed Moran and pulled the reins off the camel's back. Although the distance is still a bit far, you can barely see that there is indeed a nondescript lake in the center of the oasis.

"We can't get any closer, the smell of the Lykos is obvious, and the animals won't approach the lake easily when they smell it." Moran said as he drove the camel to a dense acacia bush, then leaned down and covered his back with sand.

Jeanne felt that this sounded extremely uncomfortable to her, and she was obviously very hygienic.

Moran glanced at Jeanne, who was frowning, and quickly pointed to his short robe and explained, "I mean the smell of my body, this robe was given to me by those Bedouins, and it will be somewhat stained...... The sheep will come in a little while, so take this first. ”

Everyone took the tools handed out by Moran, it was just a few simple hemp ropes, could they not let them catch sheep with their bare hands?

The most complicated part of hunting is not the killing, but the silent approach of the prey. Moran had made it clear before that he would try not to hurt the sheep unless he had to. Vickyrik probably already knew what the rope was for.

Moran stretched out his hands to demonstrate to the crowd, bringing the rope together and passing through the ends, leaving behind a disc-sized loop.

"This is the 'camp nail knot', a kind of slipknot, as long as you use it to lasso the prey, no matter how you struggle, the ring will only get tighter and tighter."

Draenor had made the slipknot the same as Moran's had done, it wasn't complicated, as its name suggested, and he had used it himself in the barracks before, but this was the first time he had used it for hunting.

"It seems that everyone is very skilled, first lie down and bury your smell with sand, and the next thing you need to do is wait." The crowd followed Moran's instructions and hid their bodies in the sand, raising their heads and waiting for the arrival of their prey.

A few hours later, the sun had almost moved to the other end of the horizon, and the hot grit was almost roasting Draenor's back, but he could bear it, and he was glad that he didn't insist that Cooper come hunting with him, and that he should have gotten up and cursed according to his character.

As expected, the moment the sun began to dim, the cry of a flock of sheep could be heard from the back of the oasis. Draenor moved slowly, but was pinned down by Moran.

"Don't worry, they're going to get close to the oasis when they're thirsty, do you see the sheep that raised its head? It's a sentinel, and it won't feel comfortable drinking until it's sure there's nothing anomalous around, and we'll leave at that point. ”

Draenor took a deep breath and looked up at the animal, which was not the sheep he had imagined, but a herd of creatures with sharp horns on their heads. The pair of long, sword-like horns stabbed straight into the air behind the ears, black streaks running from the back to the end of the long tail. The creature is more like a mammalian version of a dragon than a sheep.

"Didn't you mean the flock?" Vikirico turned her head and whispered into Moran's ear, the creatures in front of her were vastly different from the docile flocks of sheep seen in the camp.

"Antelopes, desert antelopes, to be precise, are much stronger than sheep, and even in the wilderness they can find rhizomes from more than a meter deep in the ground to fill their stomachs. This is exactly what the nomads need. ”

Draenor sighed, it seemed that the hunt was far more difficult than expected, and the long sharp horns looked quite threatening, and the Bedouins must have made them from the tools they used to turn and bake crepes.

The swordgazelle looked around for a moment, then lowered its head and approached the lake, and everyone followed Moran's movements and crawled close to the "flock", assigning the target to be captured to the three people.

One person, four antelopes can be harvested, although it is difficult to associate the jerky in the bowl with the creature in front of you, but if you can bring it back to the tribe, it will definitely make a contribution.

Moran gestured, and the crowd scattered around the corner of the oasis rose at the same time, flicking off the rope and holding on to his target. The rest of the flock scattered and fled, but the remaining four were so tightly tied that they could not move, and the capture went very smoothly.

"Very good, now, hold the rope with your right hand and don't let go, lower your posture and slowly approach the ......" Everyone followed Moran's movements to approach their respective targets, reaching out and gently caressing the stout neck of the swordantelope, until the flustered limbs slowly quieted down.

"Looks like you're a really good hunter!" Jeanne told Moran that it was the first time she had caught such a huge prey alive, an antelope, when in fact the animal was as tall as her neck.

"Now, grab a handful of green leaves and slowly drag the antelope to the camel." Moran shook the lasso slightly, and led the antelope around the back of the acacia bush, tethering it to the camel's saddle rudder.

"This will ensure that nothing goes wrong, it's getting dark, let's go back quickly!" Vicilico tied the ropes, and the group mounted their camels and headed towards the tribe.

The halo of dusk gradually receded, and the golden "wave" changed into a fiery veil. It seems that the advantage of having more people is that you can harvest a few more livestock, which is not as complicated as Moran said.

As soon as Draenor thought about it, he only heard the whistling of a storm in the distance, but he didn't feel any movement of air on his body, was it an illusion?

"Oh no, watch out for three o'clock!"

Moran shouted to the crowd, and Draenor turned his head to see a few sand dunes bulging out of the desert in the distance, and those things were not stationary, but struck them like sharks.

"Vicky Ricko! Take them and the antelope away! Before Vikli could react, Moran had already jumped out of the saddle, turned his head and slapped the camel's hind legs fiercely. The camel let out a dull cry and galloped away with Vicherik.

"Damn, it's just two hundred meters behind you at this time!" Moran raised his left arm and pulled the crossbow string with his right hand, and the air condensed into an ice arrow and was installed in the crossbow trough. The moment she let go, four or five ice arrows rang out, but they didn't do any damage to the creatures beneath the dunes.

The surging dunes drew closer, raising up the gravel around them, stretching out their snake-like hooked tails and shaking in the air for a few moments before burrowing into the ground.

Sensing that something was wrong, Draenor jumped out of the saddle, and the moment the gravel behind Moran's back began to shake, he rushed over and threw her to the ground.

Waves of flying sand rose around him, and a huge figure leaped into the air, it was a worm nearly three meters long, its whole body was blood-red, like a bloody sausage that had slipped from the belly of a cow.

At that moment, Draenor could barely open his eyes, and the worm's body emitted a red-hot blood light, like a giant arrow burning with fire from the sky, leaving a strange light and shadow in the air, whistling towards the side!

。