Three days later, deep in the southern wilderness of Saland, the geology had changed from the Gobi to the desert. Hu Bin and his party had reached the vicinity of the destination shown on the map, the blazing sun was invigorating, and the team was in a very embarrassed state after a few days of trekking, and the only female scissors in the team was already complaining about the damn weather.

It's time to camp again, the desert at night is very dangerous, not only is the temperature very low, but there are many dangers that can easily obliterate the uncareful traveler.

Thanks to the efforts of the people, several tents were erected, dry wood was taken from pack horses and a bonfire was lit, and the smell of vegetable soup and barbecued meat began to spread in the middle of the makeshift camp.

"We'll be able to reach the ruins tomorrow, and hopefully the entrance won't be so hard to find." Scissors muttered that after a few days of getting along, she has gradually adapted to getting along with her teammates, no longer aggressive, and takes out the flying knife at every turn.

"What are you talking about, there is no entrance to the tomb that Uncle Ben can't find, are you underestimating Uncle Ben and me?" Uncle Frieson was clearly in a state of delusion, dancing and making a declaration to the scissors, not realizing that his barbecue had been taken away by the big one.

Ted finally met his opponent, and the large man who was silent ate an astonishing amount of food every day, but for the load of his heavy armor and special tower shield, everyone was not surprised.

Hu Bin ignored the thieves who played with treasures, and he was not worried at all that he would not be able to find the ruins. There are enough supplies for them to stay here for more than half a month, even if they can't find them in a few days. Because of his identity, although everyone respects him very much, estrangement is inevitable. Fortunately, Howard is here, otherwise with the stuffy character of his entourage, he would have suffocated people along the way.

"Howard, what did you do when you died?" Hu Bin took the initiative to arouse the chat.

"Hehe, an ordinary white-collar worker in Canada, running around for work and girlfriend every day, a very boring life. But now that I think about it, what a good day! Howard said wistfully, the stick in his hand stirring the bonfire from moment to moment.

"yes, I can't even imagine that I have no feeling for slitting other people's throats now, since the novice mission, I have begun to forget the ordinary feeling, have we become cold-blooded and inhuman." Hu Bin tilted his head, wanting to see Howard's expression.

"I didn't think I had a reason to have to go back." Howard seemed to think of something, and the tenderness on his face flashed, but in an instant it became resolute.

"Hehe, you can see it, I've been thinking about what form I will exist in when I return to the original world since I'm dead? Have you ever thought about the purpose of space? Hu Bin put his hands behind his head and fell to the ground looking at the stars in the sky.

"Anyway, it's all about living." Howard was clearly carrying something on his back and didn't want to keep the conversation going.

"yes, it's all about living." Hu Bin closed his eyes, and for a while only the crisp sound of firewood burning.

Hu Bin got up suddenly, his face became serious, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The others froze for a moment, then quickly took out their equipment and stood on guard. There were no rookies in the team, and it was obvious that Hu Bin had discovered something, and the whole team quickly formed a defensive formation, protecting the hooked nose and the two Eyes of Death and the priest Lorraine in the middle.

The thief Freessen flashed a dagger and melted into the night like a shadow. A glimmer of light lit up in Hu Bin's eyes, the elven bloodline had been activated, and he had just heard the sound of horses' hooves on the ground, this trick was learned with the marshal during the winter safari.

The bonfire was quickly extinguished, and a wolf howl could be heard in the distance. One-eyed pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, gesturing to the crowd. A group of sand thieves passed by, probably moving in their direction, numbering about 40, including more than 10 cavalry.

Frieson is really experienced, and he has already reported their information to his teammates when the enemy is not aware of them, even Hu Bin, who has elven blood, cannot detect such accurate information in such a short time.

One eye glanced at Hu Bin and found that the other party was also looking at him, so he smiled helplessly and took over the command. It seems that this lord wants to see what he is capable of, and the person who can lead a large army to attack the city will not know how to command.

The task was quickly assigned, the ranged personnel were hidden behind a sand dune, and the cavalry was handed over to Hu Bin and a few people, believing that the four heavily armed knights would let the other side know what a regular army was. The others, including One-Eyed himself, stole towards the sand pirates' infantry, and Lorraine was rightfully left in the camp. Friesen? God knows where he is.

The battle began with the firing of several missed crossbows, and the bandits were instantly chaotic, not expecting to be attacked by humans in such a remote area.

Hu Bin and his three retinues accelerated and lined up in a straight line, as if a legion was charging.

With the shouting of the bandit leader, the robbers quickly broke free from the chaos, and more than a dozen cavalrymen launched a counter-charge against Hu Bin and his party, while the rest of them rushed over together in a simple array.

By the time the cavalry of the sand thieves saw clearly what was rushing towards them, they had no time to regret and be afraid. Four tank-like figures burst into their midst, and before they could scream, several bodies were thrown off their mounts. It was only when the others subconsciously handed their weapons to the figures that the cavalry realized who they were attacking.

It was a regular knight with a noble insignia, and any one of them could make them run away, and the garbage in their hands could not even leave a trace on the opponent's armor. Hu Bin would not give the sand thieves more time to think, and the blood-stained mace put back the holster announced the total annihilation of this cavalry.

Howard was not in the mood to watch Hu Bin's autumn wind sweep away the leaves, and the seven of them had to deal with more than 20 sand thieves rushing across the road.

However, the old one-eyed who was just about to do a big job, just yelled and was about to cut people, and he was very entangled to find that the opposite side had fled, twitching the corner of his eye, and the old one-eyed scolded and lowered his weapon.

Howard rushed the fastest, but the scissors' throwing knives reached the enemy's throat before his sword. A freelancer didn't even save his strength, and directly slashed the leader of the sand thieves in front of him with a single sword, and the miserable image of the leader wailing and struggling frightened the other sand thieves stupidly. When the big man and One-Eye caught up with the people in front of them, they saw the remaining sand thieves being chased by several people, and then the chasing knights and cold arrows shot from a distance were put to the ground one by one.

The group began to skillfully mend the corpses, organize and collect the loot, and then returned to the camp to join Lorraine. One-Eyed thought for a long time and finally realized that the thief Friesen hadn't returned yet.

The crowd hurriedly shouted to the thieves, preparing to recall their teammates who had disappeared without a trace. Before he could leave, he heard Friesen's screams fill the desert.

Friesn was quite proud of his skills, and the stupid pig-like sand thieves were killed several sentry posts in a row by themselves, but they didn't even react. "It's so unchallenging, Uncle Ben, I'm a genius in this business, how can those warriors who only know the blood of the top understand the art of fighting." Friesn played with the coins he had found on the corpse of the sentry, and was very reluctant to chop melons and vegetables from his teammates not far away.

"Oh? So what kind of means can be considered art? A crisp voice behind him asked.

"Of course it is, it is, anyway, Uncle Ben's means is art." Freesson replied in a smug reckless remark, nodding smugly.

Then Friesen's body froze instantly, the sound was not the sound of the scissors in the group, let alone the scissors couldn't find themselves at all. Friesen, who finally realized that something was wrong, immediately threw a marble, and Peng made a soft noise, and a cloud of smoke obscured his figure.

Cold sweat soaked his hood, but Friesen did not dare to move, he hid himself under the sand, and cautiously looked around, but found no one in the empty desert.

"Could it be that I ate too much at night and had auditory hallucinations?" Freesson comforted himself, but at the same time he deeply regretted not joining up with his teammates right away. He can only hope that his teammates will find out that they are missing and look for him, and the fact that he has not realized that he has been touched by others is too terrible, is the other party a ghost? For the first time since Friesen became famous, he had doubts about himself, and he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

"The teammates are probably back at camp, why haven't they come yet?" Friesen's nose smelled a hint of fragrance, and he was now sure that someone was near him, and he was instantly relieved. But where, only the sound of the wind can be heard in the ears, and the open ground is sand except for stones. His calves began to itch, probably sand had gotten into his pants, and Friesen's patience was gradually eaten away by fear and anxiety.

The voice of the friend called for himself, and Friesen sent himself from hell to heaven as if the heavens had heard it. "You're finally here." Friesen was about to burst into tears.