"What is this? Is this the so-called desert monster?" Harriet stood at the end of the line, holding a piece of animal meat in her hand, with only Miranda dressed as a man beside her, "Or is this the leftovers of the desert monsters?"

Miranda looked at the surprised adventurers in the distance, dancing as they described the possible impending desert monsters. Some adventurers think that desert monsters are unimaginable, their forms are absolutely unprecedented, and they have never been recorded in books, but they must be extremely fast and ferocious; some adventurers think that desert monsters are huge monsters that eat sand, and their forms may be the horns of a cow, the body of a bear, and the legs of a spider, which come with sandstorms and cover the sky and the sun; some adventurers think that desert monsters either do not appear, and once they appear, they must come out of the depths of the desert and swallow them with their mouths open, just like quicksand whirlpools.

There was only one reason why these adventurers were so excited and depicted the desert monsters, and that was that the whole team had walked in the direction of the desert for two days, and finally saw something but yellow sand—the scraps of meat all over the ground.

Miranda also studied it carefully, and the minced meat contained the meat of gerbils, the meat of sand snakes, and possibly the meat of ordinary domestic animals. The meat of those desert animals is not unusual, but it is strange in two ways, one is that the meat of domestic animals raised by humans is found here, and the other is that the minced meat is like the residue left on the table by a reckless giant.

"There must be some of the world's most amazing creatures in this desert called 'West of the World'!!'" An elderly scholar was holding a notepad, drawing something, and Miranda looked closer, only to see the scraps of flesh in front of him, "I want to write it down... Write it down, draw it, and they'll believe me! I'm not a nerd who can only read! I'm going to make it!"

The old demonic scholar, said to be from the City of Decrees, did not devote himself to the study of classical books, but instead set his sights on the path of young adventurers. It was then that Miranda realized that for some people, their intentions were more complicated, and they didn't just want to see things they hadn't seen before, like she did.

"You'd better tell us what you really mean," Harriet, who looked like a lanky young mercenary in a wig, had slung a hatchet around her waist, "a merchant came here just to see the unthinkable?"

"I've stressed it many times, I'm just an ordinary tourist merchant," Miranda didn't want to answer, if Avi was someone who liked to ask questions so repeatedly, she wouldn't like him, "You do this again..."

Before Miranda could react, the short axe in Harriet's hand flew out and flew directly between the adventurers who were standing a little farther away, and slashed at a large blood-red scorpion!

"If you take a bite of that thing, you'll probably have to lie down and die. Before Harriet could stand up the frightened adventurers, who were limp on the ground, she pulled out her hatchet from the scorpion's carcass, and wiped away the bright red juice with the yellow sand on the ground.

Miranda and the other adventurers all ran over and saw the scorpion, which was bigger than a goose, and its tail spines were obviously poisonous, and no one dared to guarantee that they would be able to carry its tail sting.

Some of the more daring adventurers immediately surrounded the large scorpion, which had mutated in the desert, carefully picking up parts of its corpse and filling the glass bottle with the bright red juice mixed with the sand. Harriet showed no interest in the scorpion in the scorpion, and her eyes seemed to tell the others that it was just a trivial.

"You... You're amazing. ”

"They're much easier to deal with than the big guys in the sea. ”

"Oh my God, that giant octopus is common?!"

Harriet snorted, "I thought you wouldn't worship me, as long as anyone who has seen me shoot, there is no one who doesn't worship me, especially when they learn that I am a woman." ”

Miranda hid her surprise expression, "I only worship one person, and that is the greatest navigator Hecot, although the first mate next to him, Trey, is also great... But Heikot is the person I admire the most. When Miranda thinks of Hecot's deeds, she can feel a hot current in her heart, it is her dream, a dream to see the world in its entirety.

"Hecot, he may have perished in the sea, a residue between the teeth of the stormy sea," Harriet said, ignoring Miranda's angry gaze, as she sat down on the sand dunes and poured a sip of water, "My men have told me that those who dare to sail to that sea for so long and not come back have never reappeared before them. ”

"Your men are just mercenaries..."

"No, they're not just mercenaries, they're sea mercenaries who are well-versed in water and know the truth of the sea. Harriet said this, her eyes revealing confidence and pride that could not be concealed, and Miranda suddenly realized that she did not know anything about the mercenary in front of her.

With Miranda's expectant expression and tentative questioning, Harriet also told the other party something she didn't expect. These things became the only different color in the sand, and as the expedition descended into the endless desert, the fierce mercenary spoke of the mercenaries under her command.

Harriet frankly admits that she is a member of the funeral mercenary group, and also directly indicates her status and identity - she is the biological daughter of the leader of the funeral mercenary group, and she is also a squadron leader of the funeral mercenary group, but she has not seen her father for a long, long time.

"I never call my father by his first name, but I do call him the captain, maybe because I don't even have a chance to meet him," Harriet sits on a camel, and Miranda gets the camel provided by the team, so she doesn't have to walk in the desert for a while, "but that's a good thing, because I don't want my men to treat me differently because they treat me as the daughter of the captain." My own hands can prove that there are few people on this continent who can beat me. ”

"Then since you belong to the funeral mercenary group, why did you appear on the sea. ”

"Because I love the sea, my mother was a fisherman, she taught me to swim in the water, I spent my childhood on the beach, crabs and shells taught me how to be strong. Harriet didn't see any emotion in saying this, and Miranda noticed that the other party had apparently taken the past lightly, and was surprised that her father was a mysterious mercenary.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were a pirate. ”

"You can think of me as a pirate, because I'm more like a pirate than a pirate, and I've killed more pirates than you've ever sold," Harriet looked into the distance, and a figure seemed to appear in the distance of the desert, "but my squadron is different from the rest of the mercenary group, we are all normal people..."

As soon as Harriette finished speaking, the leader of the expedition waved his hand to stop the whole group, for an unclothed child was walking on the sand.