After sunset, it is desperately cold, and after sunrise, it is insanely hot.

This is the desert, the real desert.

After leaving the coastline and going dozens of kilometers inland, De Verrich realized that an oasis on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea was indeed a paradise of life compared to a real desert.

She was suddenly woken up last night and left Tripoli overnight, having walked for more than twelve hours until now.

This was nothing for a warrior close to the elite rank, but after wearing heavy armor and experiencing a night of drastic temperature changes, it was not something that a person who had never seen a desert could easily handle.

And she also carries the most foster care and goods on her back.

The veil on her face made it difficult for her to breathe, and she had the urge to take it off several times.

But looking at Wu Xin and several other apprentices who were also dressed up in front of her and were also moving forward silently, she reluctantly endured it.

She knew what the veil was for, and if she didn't cover her face in the desert, her mouth and nose would soon be a mess.

She took the initiative to carry the most burden.

Because it's not just a burden, it's also a proof of strength.

She had to set an example for the apprentices in the German group, and it was also a good opportunity to get closer to Wu Xin.

Last night, her father taught Chunchun before parting ways, asking her to make a good impression in front of Wu Xin and Sazastan.

The Germans were much luckier to join the new splinter than the other groups on the island of Malta, but the Germans faced a clear disadvantage in this new force.

Cassano, which is Italian, is very powerful, and has a deep relationship with Sazastan and Wu Xin.

Although she and Wu Xin had a little relationship in the past, the first time they met, it should be Wu Xin's persuasion, and they beat Little Terry a few less punches, and later more or less helped him and Sherlock in their conspiracy.

But this favor is too small, and in order to gain a position in Tripoli, a newly split power, it must show strength.

The Barbary pirates threatened Cassano to stay in Tripoli, and this was her chance.

"I didn't expect that woman to stand up, she carried almost a hundred pounds of goods, and she actually persevered."

Deverich was the strongest and was in the position after the break, but Wu Xin, who was ahead of the curve, could find out about her situation through Sazastan.

"If you toss around this night, you're likely to get sick." Wu Xin was about to die, and he insisted on taking a bag containing twenty catties of goods.

In fact, if it weren't for Wu Xin's complete lack of seasickness, he would definitely be sick after taking a two-day boat and then rushing overnight.

The German group was chosen as the entourage, on the one hand, to balance the two groups and bridge the differences, and on the other hand, the Italian group members had just disembarked.

"Secrecy is always advantageous." This is clearly one of Sazastan's creeds. "Cassano's physical condition is not able to run around in the desert, although I am much stronger than I was as a red-robed mage back then, but the casting materials are insufficient, and I will never be able to walk sideways in this desert. Although the desert is scarce, there are really outstanding people, and each tribe will try to provide for it, and the terrain here is very special, so we must not be careless. ”

This is really easy to say, everyone knows how to stay vigilant, but the difficulty is how to stay vigilant.

"It's that in this environment, everyone but you will be distracted quickly." Wu Xin glanced back, several of the apprentices were already staggering, and the female knight Devreich was still on the road, guarding the rear, but she was obviously almost at the limit.

"Ahaha, of course, I'm the great demigod lich, I'm invincible." Sazastan apparently did not last long.

Wu Xin himself is not much stronger.

De Vrerich, who had only seen the maps of Malta and Rhodes, thought that this was the real desert, but Wu Xin, who had owned several globes, knew that it was still only the edge of the desert.

It's not too far from the sea, and the humidity of the Mediterranean still has some to hold on to, at most the edge of the marginal desert.

What he wants to build is not an ordinary lighthouse, and an ordinary lighthouse naturally needs an extraordinary fire, and for this he has to go deep into the heart of the Sahara.

Of course, with only these people, such a small amount of material cannot penetrate deep into the desert.

Sazastan used to fight in North Africa, but it's a little bit old.

"When I saw the camel, it should be the nomadic tribe you mentioned, but I didn't expect the intelligence from twenty years ago to be so effective." Wu Xin felt that things were going well at the beginning, but then he was a little disappointed. "The number of people seems to be a little more than you said, I didn't expect that there is such a large nomadic tribe so close to Tripoli, which has at least two hundred tents, seven or eight hundred people, and the limit can mobilize two or three hundred soldiers. At this distance, the cavalry will be dispatched in the early morning, and the oasis by the sea will be reached before lunch. ”

Wu Xin had no doubt that this tribe also believed in the Star Moon Great Demon.

"Of course, how could my intelligence be wrong, things may become very fast in the desert, but the eternal theme is the source of water, a deep well is a wealth that can be passed down for dozens of generations, and twenty years is just a generation." Sazastan explained triumphantly. "Don't worry about it, what can they do in the Oasis? The little farmland outside the city walls was worth the cost, and the Spaniards could not afford to go deep inland compared to the Ottoman Empire, which wanted to establish a tight rule, and these tribes welcomed us in their hearts. ”

"I hope so." Wu Xin ended his psychic conversation with the skeleton and shouted to his subordinates: "Cheer up, don't let those nomads underestimate us!" ”

The competition between the various tribes made the nomads very vigilant, and Wu Xin was still far away when a group of knights came out of the camp and began to howl around them.

However, their performance made Wu Xin not very eye-catching, shouting and shouting, the formation was chaotic, the horses and camels were mixed, and it was completely at the level of the militia.

It is far worse than the Knights Hospitaller soldiers brought by Wu Xin.

Even if they had the advantage of horses and terrain, they could not deal with professional infantry, and the reason why they were able to maintain their freedom and independence was mainly because the powerful countries were holding each other back and could not control the interior with their own forces.

"We are friendly caravanserans." As soon as Wu Xin opened his mouth, it was the lingua franca of Xingyue.

"What tribe are you from?" A leading knight approached and asked.

Wu Xin and the others were all masked, and the language was close to his dialect, and he couldn't see where Wu Xin and them came from for a while.

However, this can only show that they are indeed militiamen, although they are masked, but Wu Xin is only masked, and the gap between them and the nomads is very big.

"We came from the seashore and brought the goods you need." However, Wu Xin didn't plan to hide anything.

"From the seaside? Was it sent by Suleiman the Magnificent? "Even here, the name of the Ottoman monarch is thunderous.

At this time, the nomads finally saw Wu Xin's dress clearly: "It's a pagan!" ”

"Heretic?!" A group of nomads shouted even louder.

"We are friendly caravanserans!" Wu Xin knew that he didn't just need to speak with his mouth at this time, so while he spoke, he asked Devreich to throw a small bag to the knight at the head.

The knight took the pouch and immediately had an excited expression on his face.