The three vassal cavalrymen cowered in their nests, chatting about today's battle.

Unlike the desert during the day, the desert at night is very cold, and the humidity is very strong from nowhere, and the soldiers know that one way to get water is to put the helmet on the ground, place the scimitar diagonally on the helmet, and put a container under the scimitar, and in the daytime, the container will be more or less water.

The dimple is more than half a person deep, covered with a layer of linen cloth, three people are crowded in it very cramped, in order to keep warm the three people have to squeeze together, the dimple is for the dark whistle to use, the original intention is to hide the dark whistle, not to let the dark whistle warm, in fact, the dimple is even colder than the outside, the sand at night will not only release heat, but also absorb heat, sitting on the ground, the precious heat of the human body will be quickly lost, the moisture in the dimple will invade the human body, the dark whistles will attach a thick blanket to the ground when they are on duty, wear thick knee pads on the joints, drink spirits and eat dates。

But the vassal cavalry apparently did not have such treatment, and when the sentry withdrew, they were very stingy and took away the blankets and knee pads, so that the cavalry did not dare to sit down, so they could only nest in the ground in a very uncomfortable position, drinking liquor mixed with water, while chatting about the battle of the day.

"It's amazing! the heads of the Heavenly Mages have been cut off and thrown around like apples!" said one of the horsemen.

"Who said no, I was going to win, but suddenly a flying rider appeared, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when I reappeared, I cut off the mage's head at once. The cavalryman, who was crouching on the ground, said in fear as he moved his feet uncomfortably.

"I'm afraid it's not magic, isn't it??, how could a horse fly?, how could a rider disappear like a mage?" said the rider, who had not spoken.

"Isn't that stronger than the mages of the Santarin Society, otherwise how can you be a mage!"

The squatting cavalry hurriedly shook his head: "Impossible! How can we Beidai people have mages! I guess it's still magic!" Then he said worriedly: "Even if it's a magic skill, it's strong enough, and the "black road" won't have a problem, right?

"No, alas, we're really miserable, we work outside, and our wives and children have to be used as cattle and horses in the trading post. ”

Another cavalryman hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around fearfully: "Don't you dare to talk nonsense, alas, it's not to live, who naturally wants to be a slave." ”

The cavalry nodded: "It's better to find a way to make meritorious service, meritorious service can go to the "black road" as a guard, if you have a good life, you haven't been eaten by the blue dragon for a few years, and you can put on a caravan manager who is easy to talk to, and be the head of the team." ”

The other two cavalrymen nodded their heads again and again, "One of them said: "It's really up there, why are you arranging this dark sentry! Those barbarians still dare to attack at night, if there are barbarians, put me now-"

Without waiting for the cavalry to finish speaking, a burst of magic fluctuations quietly appeared, the eyelids of the cavalry who spoke sank, and then a spirit, opened his eyelids, but saw that his two companions had fallen and snored, and was about to laugh at his companions, but suddenly thought of something, just about to grab the sound of the arrow at hand, the skin on the top of the head was suddenly lifted, and a sturdy figure jumped into the ground, without waiting for the cavalry to react, he buckled the cavalry, covered the cavalryman's mouth, and wiped his neck with a dagger, the cavalry knelt on the ground, helplessly covered the neck of the blood spray, and wanted to wake up the two companions, but only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood foam, and finally could watch the people who came to kill the sleeping companions one by one, and gradually lost consciousness in panic.

Niata took the sleep wand given by the merchant, and began to cut down the nests one by one under the protection of the reinforcements, while the merchant led a few wanderer guards at the front to disarm the magic alarms and various traps. The vassal cavalry were very tired after a day of fighting, and were forced to be on duty here, and they could not help but be a little lax, and did not strictly observe the rules of the vigil, and were not professional wanderers, and the secret posts were cut off one by one, leaving only the cavalry at the gate of the camp to chat on the door.

Link led the tribe's team at the rear, although Link seemed to be a complete rookie, but after all, he had achieved the amazing record of killing the Santarin Mage, and the Humpty Dumpty Chief didn't dare to let Link and others be cannon fodder, but seeing that Link's team was really a little weak, he finally decided that his own people were responsible for breaking through the gate, and Link immediately led the first batch of people to attack, so that Link and everyone else took the lead.

Hearing this plan, the clansmen still wanted to oppose it, but Link still agreed, and offered to propose that Niata was a mage apprentice who could help cut off the dark whistle, and the clansmen couldn't help but be a little angry when they heard it, but in this case they didn't say anything, and the merchant mage was naturally very pleased, and took the initiative to give Niata some magic storage items to use.

The camp of the Santarim Society is built very strongly, the solid wooden wall is made of palm wood and date palm, using sand, egg white, lime and other materials as binders, the construction is very strong, the outer layer, the inside is another layer, the middle is hollow, every other section of the interior is separated by a wooden fence, which is filled with the excavated dry sand, which is pressed very tightly, and the wooden wall is close to the side of the camp, and a large number of sandbags are piled up, as the excavation progress progresses, more and more piles can be filled at any time to fill the damaged wooden wall, the wooden wall is surrounded by arrow towers and on both sides of the gate, half a meter long light ballista is placed on it, and small stone throwers are always ready to weave fire glue and strong acid, and even prepared an enchanted burst crossbow arrow, such a defense may be able to deal with the dragon.

The short and fat chief looked at the iron-clad wooden door of the camp and the three rejection horses, groaned for a moment, glanced at the mage merchant, the merchant took out a bottle of purple potion with some pain, the bald priest took the potion, and began to cast all kinds of buff magic on himself, and finally took a heavy breath, drank the potion, and his body began to hide in the cold air of the night, and then quickly began to move quickly, crossed the three layers of rejection horses, and began to perform volleys and magic on the side of the wall, and walked directly to the top of the gate, taking advantage of the stragglers on the wooden wall to stay away from the wooden wall, and when the cavalry did not react, they killed several lazy cavalry on the arrow tower。

Several ropes were thrown down, and Chief Humpty Dumpty climbed up with a few of his strongest men, the best archers began to shoot the few skirmishers on the wooden wall, several of his men began to climb down the wooden wall into the camp and began to open the heavy wooden doors, and Link and Nyata rode on Hope and led the team to the charge.

At the same time that the wooden door was touched, a mouth appeared strangely on the wooden latch, and as several desert warriors exclaimed in low voices, the mouth began to scream loudly, "The enemy has attacked!"

The Humpty Dumpty Chief hurriedly ordered a few frightened subordinates to hurry up and open the door, and the warriors struggled to open the gate.