"It's a child, and I don't even have a single piece of clothing!"

"He doesn't even have shoes! But if you look closely, his hair and skin are pure white..."

"How can there be naked children in this desert?

The last shout was shouted by the leader of the expedition, and the mercenaries, who were still in amazement, immediately took out their crossbow machines and aimed at the child who blocked the dazzling sunlight with their palms. At this time, Harriet and Miranda also saw that the child was a boy, about ten years old, and he was naked, thin and weak. Aside from the color of his hair and his frightening white skin, he didn't look much different from a normal boy.

"Could it be a child of a different race?" Miranda raced through her mind for useful information, and the boy was most likely a child of a different race. But no matter where they are, they are better than the rumored desert monsters, after all, those rumored monsters are all terrifying white centipedes and white spiders, highly venomous and fast-running.

"No matter where it comes from, it is not to be taken lightly, my axe can kill a scorpion, but also a threatening child. Harriet stood cautiously in front of Miranda.

All the adventurers of the expedition dispersed, and the party of more than eighty people consisted of only twenty camels, and Miranda and Halliette kept the camels behind the group, which carried the food and water on which the team depended.

The leader of the expedition and a few other mercenaries who did not draw their swords slowly met them, and the boy had stopped, naked as if he was not afraid of the wind and sand or the heat under his feet.

Miranda watched nervously as the leader of the expedition talked to the boy who had come from the depths of the desert, and the murderous atmosphere was so oppressive that no one dared to act rashly, most of them were watching the boy talking, and a few were as focused on the surroundings as Harriet. It's just that for more than ten minutes when the leader of the expedition spoke to the boy, nothing appeared around except for the sound of the wind blowing sand and dust.

When the two had finished talking, the boy walked a little farther away, and the leader of the expedition, escorted by the mercenaries, turned around and gathered all the adventurers together.

"Good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" The leader in half a suit of white plate armor was half mercenary and half merchant, he looked very old and steady, but everyone found out in the chat that he was actually crazier than the other eighty or so adventurers, and they were all keen to discover the unbelievable.

A young traveler shouted, "Let's have good news!"

"No, tell us the bad news first. The slightly older tourist merchant shook his head, knowing that the bitter and then the sweet would make people have an endless aftertaste.

The leader glanced back at the boy, "The bad news is that if we go a little further, we might run into more than just a scorpion of this size," the leader gestured to the scorpion that was killed by Harriet, and put on a helpless expression, "And the sandstorm is coming, and there is no castle here to protect us, so we can only choose to go back and go back now before we go deeper." ”

A look of frustration spread across the leader's face, and Miranda unconsciously felt a pang of disappointment when she heard this, just like everyone else. After all, a possible sandstorm is more ruthless and terrifying than any desert monster, and no one has ever survived a sandstorm. It is said that this desert, located in the westernmost part of the continent, is often subject to sandstorms, and each appearance will cloak the western cities of the Republic of Marvier in the "clothes" of yellow sand, and the entire city will be covered with yellow sand, and it will take a long time to clear the sand that has accumulated on the roofs and streets.

In addition to the soldiers standing guard, only the old people living here can predict the arrival of the sandstorm, and they can always predict the time of the sandstorm, but they can only foresee it half a day before. Miranda and her expedition were at a distance, almost reaching the fortress under construction that had been the subject of an accident.

Although the fortress was only twelve kilometers away from the westernmost city of the continent, Miranda and the others did not set out from the city of endless, they took a long detour, so that they could avoid the border soldiers of the Republic of Marvil guarding there. From the beginning, they planned to go around in a circle to the stronghold, which should have been in a state of abandonment, because there had been a horrific incident there two years ago - few of the mercenaries and Republic soldiers who escorted the Winter Nation captives had come back alive, and those who escaped were either crazy or stupid, in short, it was a terrible place, and it had become a place where terrifying rumors had occurred. It was also the first time that someone had associated an alien race with a desert monster, believing that there was a mysterious relationship between the two.

"Chief, we should rush to that stronghold as quickly as possible! According to the information I have, this is the frontline stronghold built by the Republic to withstand the sandstorm!"

The leader of the expedition shook his head: "It's too dangerous there, and our control of the direction has been deviated, maybe we have deviated from the original route and gone further west." "Everyone guessed that it wasn't the first problem that the chief had noticed, but the boy.

"So what do we do?"

"Let's tell us the good news!"

The leader nodded, "The good news is that the boy just now is a man who lives in the desert, he may be a rumored alien people, he knows our language a little, and is willing to be our guide to take us to a safe place to avoid the sandstorm." ”

The other adventurers all looked at each other, and the doubts in their hearts were finally answered, and the boy who came from the desert was indeed not an ordinary person. A boy who wears no clothes and exposes his body to the sun is a member of the alien race, the second type of human on the continent.

Many adventurers had new questions, and some even began to take a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to the boy standing in the distance, to understand what they saw as an alien - taking the boy back to the city was a big reward.

"No, Chief," a mercenary with a heavy sword crossed his hands over his chest, shaking his head, "why trust him, he's a foreign nation, what if he wants to lead us into the sandstorm?"

"yes, let's go to the abandoned stronghold fortress as planned, there's definitely something we're looking for... But this boy can't be let go, he still has value in use!" Some of the more selfish adventurers echoed, most of them half-believing in the so-called "good news", but thinking that the proposal to catch the naked boy was beneficial and harmful. Although they are a little afraid of sandstorms, these people are never deterred by fear.

Miranda didn't dare to speak, but Harriet stepped up.

"I want to talk to that boy. Harriet drew her hatchet, and the adventurers immediately made a way. The leader of the expedition and the others had seen Harriet's prowess, and the leader had already looked at the tomboy differently.

"Okay, then it's up to you to talk to him. ”

Harriet glanced back at Miranda, who was standing in the distance, and motioned for the other to follow her. Miranda was obviously unprepared, and she walked up slowly, under the watchful eyes of more than eighty people and the camels, and followed Harriet, and walked a few steps before she dared to raise her head and chest.

"What are you talking about?"

"You just have to listen quietly. ”

Miranda nodded silently, she finally saw the boy's body clearly when she was ten meters away from the boy, it turned out that the boy was not completely naked, there seemed to be a thin layer of sand on his body, and those fine sand grains seemed to be adsorbed on the boy's body, turning into the boy's "sand coat".

"Hey, you know Continental, don't you, where do you want to take us?!" Harriet pointed at the boy with her axe raised, unpolite.

The boy turned slowly, and Miranda realized that the boy's pupils were pink, and all his hair was white like his skin.

The boy replied in the unclear language of the continent: "We have no ill will... I want to help you avoid sandstorms... We have your companions there... His Majesty's Knight Mercenary Regiment... Trust us..."

Harriet tilted her head slightly, narrowed her eyes and put down the axe, "Your Majesty's Knight Mercenary Regiment?

"They're with us... They live with us..."

"Is that true?" said Harriet, muttering to herself as if something had suddenly occurred to her. Of course, Miranda had also heard of the name of this mercenary group, after all, this mercenary group was a mercenary who took the initiative to come to the Republic of Marvil to deal with the monsters hiding in the desert. It's just that they disappeared into the endless desert after the good news, and this incident also cast a veil of mystery over the westernmost desert of the continent again.

"You say they're there with you, what proof do you have?"

The boy shook his head, what proof could he come up with, naked, but Miranda believed that the boy was not lying, because Miranda had never seen anyone with such clear eyes, and the color of the pupils was so peculiar.

The boy didn't say anything more, and after a brief discussion, Harriette and Miranda both decided that following the boy was the only option, because the ruthlessness of the sandstorm was not something that could be solved in the abandoned stronghold still far away, and they needed a local guide - if the boy didn't want to die together, he would definitely take everyone to safety. Moreover, Miranda also noticed that Harriet had been standing in a very casual and confident posture, and the other party did not seem to be worried about the large group of malicious aliens behind the boy.

Eventually, everyone agreed to follow the boy, and walked southwest for about an hour in a state of uneasiness and suspicion, until he finally saw something but the desert.

Some hills appear in the distance, and although there is also yellow sand, there are caves where you can hide from the yellow sand. The boy continued in the direction of the hilly cave, and Miranda and Harriet began to believe that it was the place where the aliens lived.

More than eighty adventurers are whispering, and those with combat power are holding weapons in their hands, believing that unclothed aliens must be better than desert monsters.

"There may be a water source in that place," Harriet said at the end of the line, the camel next to her still with plenty of food and water bags, "but certainly at the bottom of the burrow." ”

"So these aliens live in caves?"

"Quite possibly. ”

At this moment, there was an excited shout from the front of the expedition.

"I saw a mainlander! It's a mercenary! It's a mercenary in armor!"