"Let's get on! Let's go together!"

There was a shout from the other side of the desert, and there were quite a few people listening to the movement.

Maiser who led the way did not rush over, but chose to find a sand dune with a relatively hidden nature and dive to it.

"It's those madmen!"

Seeing that we were coming along, Maxer, who was lying on the sand dune, handed me the binoculars in his hand.

Sure enough, what caught my eye was exactly what Buwanga had mentioned before - the scorching night.

Judging by the situation, it looks like the gang is besieging a few blood butterflies. Although they are said to be crazy, they are more just not afraid of death and act in a different style from normal people, but you can't tell from the outside whether these people are really crazy or not. In all operations, someone will be in charge of commanding and someone will be in charge of attacking.

Yes, there is only attack, and there is no word "escape" in the dictionary of the scorching night.

This reminds me of the Scarlet Crusaders in Warcraft, an unaware organization that was originally a good human being, but because of fanaticism, it led to the eventual depravity, and anyone who stood in the way of the Scarlet Crusaders would be judged and punished.

If this group of people in front of you is like this, then it will be troublesome. A full team of forty people is stuck in our path, and there is no possibility of crossing the past at all. The sandstorm behind us doesn't seem to give us this time.

Why would they take the initiative to provoke those bugs? I thought curiously, and handed the telescope to Ximena beside me.

By the time Shimena took over the binoculars, casualties began to appear on the positions over there.

In the interval between the madman's attacks, the blood butterflies finally seized the opportunity, and two of them rose into the air, their wings waved, probably the effect of the wind, and the scale powder spread rapidly, forming a hazy fog, and the people nearby were immediately shrouded in it.

I remember mentioning in the book that the blood butterfly can control its scales, and the powder can gather but not disperse, and you can isolate the skin from contact with the air, but no person can not breathe for a long time, and it is only a matter of time before he dies.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sudden sound of a war shook the ground. Then a gust of wind swept over our heads.

"I see!"

I figured this out instantly, and immediately after the scale powder shrouded, someone would choose to self-detonate, and through the wind pressure generated by the explosion, the scale powder mist would be blown away.

"Why don't you go and save them?"

Ximena lowered her eyes, and the tragic battle situation made her unbearable to look any further, and turned her head to ask Mather as if accusatory.

"It's useless! no one can save them." If you've heard of the scorching nights, knowing how fanatical they are, anyone who stands in their way will be executed, and if we jump out, they'll immediately abandon the Blood Butterflies and attack us first. ”

After listening to Maiser's words, he took the binoculars from Ximena's hand and continued to pay attention to the battle situation on the other side.

"Show me too!" Yani was curious.

While observing, a sentence came out of his mouth, "Children are not suitable to look at this!" and gagged Yani's mouth.

"Oh!" pouted, unconvinced.

Shimena couldn't bear to look at it any longer, so she pulled Yani and skated to the bottom of the dune. At this moment, on the sand beam, there are only two people, me and Maiser.

Observed through a telescope, a new change has taken place on the battlefield.

"Attack, attack, don't pause, behind, block the sky, don't give these bastards a chance to fly!"

A person who looks like a regiment commander, alternately directing with his left and right hands, is not mixed with a few swear words.

Several mage-like figures around the regiment commander kept releasing their war enthusiasm, and the soldiers and thieves in charge of the attack pressed up like dead soldiers.

If you are held by a blood butterfly and can't break free, you will detonate the * on your body, and the mage behind you will too, and all kinds of ability blessings and offensive spells will be thrown upwards without being fatal, and your body will be so detached that you vomit blood. When the mana runs out, throw away the staff, pick up the weapon underground, and charge forward like a warrior.

I was deeply shocked to see all this, and I think anyone who saw this scene would be moved!

A team of forty people simply can't afford such consumption. Although the blood butterflies are also dying, the human casualties are a little greater.

I raised the telescope a little higher and adjusted it slightly, and I noticed that more people were coming in the distance.

"It seems that this battle will not end in a short time!" With that, he threw the telescope to Maiser and turned and slid towards the bottom of the dunes to join Ximena.

Seeing that I had also come down, Shimena hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

I pulled out the improvised drawings that Buvanga had given us.

"I think there's supposed to be a caravanserai around here. ”

Fingers are gesturing on the drawing, not looking up and looking at the surrounding scene,

"Before the wind and sand come, those people will not retreat, so let's find a place to hide from the wind and sand first!"

"Why can't you find it?"

As I spoke, I closed my eyes and let go of my senses, which didn't matter, so frightened that I shook them and almost threw the drawings to the ground. It turned out that under the yellow sand, a large number of sandworms were gathering in one direction - the place where the madmen of the night besieged the blood butterflies.

Maybe it's because of the wind and sand, I didn't hear it at first, but now that I calm down, the sound of "rustling" can't help but float into my mind. In addition, in the picture just now, I couldn't help but get goosebumps, and I was afraid of all kinds of bugs when I was a child.

"That's... Maiser!"

Hearing me calling out to her, Maiser hurriedly slid down the dunes.

I told her about the situation, and when it came to the bugs, Maxer frowned.

"Is there a place to hide around here?"

Maiser shook his head and said no.

Looking at the approaching sandstorm, I handed her the map, pointed to the left side of it and said, "Do you know where this place is?"

Maiser only glanced at it, "This way!"

......

"There's nothing here!" said Yani, looking around.

Indeed, there is nothing here but a collapsed weathered wall.

Maiser looked at the approaching sandstorm in the sky, "If what the map shows is true!

"Everyone's looking!" said Shimena.

At the moment, they were scattered and separated, looking for them inch by inch next to the ruins and broken walls, and time passed minute by minute.

At this time, Yani didn't seem to be very interested, and while finding a hiding place in her sister's mouth, she kicked the yellow sand under her feet.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, I felt something knock on my foot.

"Sister, come and see, what is this?"

Hearing Yani's call, the three of us rushed over almost at the same time. At this time, Yani had already pulled off the yellow sand on it, and it looked like a large iron chain, and the other end was under the yellow sand, as if it was connected to something.

I walked up and grabbed it, "It's so heavy!"

The first feeling was really heavy, and then I shook it hard, and a crisp voice sounded.

As soon as the yellow sand fell, a downward entrance appeared on the ground.

"That's it!" I said excitedly, and jumped for life.

When everyone was underground, they pulled the chain again, and the entrance was closed.

At the very moment when the entrance closed, the sand city stormed over where we had just stood.

"According to the map, this used to be a post station, and where we are now, is the storage room of the post station!"

I'm at the forefront, explaining everyone's questions.

"Sister, how did you know how to open the dark grid?"

Everyone nodded their heads, and it seemed that Yani's words also represented the doubts of everyone present.

"Guess!"

Everyone's eyes were white-eyed, with an expression of ghost belief.

Go to the innermost part of the storage room and use the torch in your hand to ignite the oil stove on the wall. He found an empty table, waved it away, and laid the map on top of it.

"Look!"

Following the position of my finger, on the back of the map was a simple attic-like drawing, with the upper floor above ground and the lower floor underground, and a seesaw-like thing was drawn at the junction of the two floors, each side connected by iron chains.

"That could be the sliding door, too! How could you possibly do it right at once?" Maiser hugged his chest in confusion.

"You're looking at the map again!"

The left and right sides of the chain on the map are marked with arrows! Indeed, this alone cannot confirm the method of opening the door at once, and I have no intention of shaking the chain. The iron chain itself is heavy enough, plus the iron gate, normal people also need three or five strong men to open, a post station does not need to be made like that, then the only explanation is the mechanism. And since it's drawn on a map, it means that it can be used.

After explaining it this way, I finally got through it, and I can't tell them that I was a blind cat who hit a dead mouse, Khan!

"Now just pray that this wind and sand will pass soon, and we can get out of this hellish place as soon as possible!"

"Can we light a fire here and not worry about the air?" asked Maiser.

"It's very close to the surface here, and the vents extend directly to the ground!"

"Wouldn't it be possible that we would be swept away by the sandstorm!" exclaimed Yani.

"If I'm not mistaken! This pantry is made entirely of iron, and it's completely embedded in the ground, so it's safe!"

Speaking of this, I suddenly heard something, very important, very fatal. If it's buried in yellow sand, how do we get out?

Maybe my unreliable ability can solve the problem!

Probably!

Now, the other thing that worries me is why those crazy people are so obsessed with attacking those bugs.