They slept for less than three hours at night before they were driven away by the cold and had to continue on their way. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the desert is like an oven during the day, but it is like an ice cellar at night. Of course, the temperature here is not as exaggerated as freezing, but the sand and wind quickly and mercilessly take away the heat from the body, just as the sun robs the water during the day.

There are two moons in the sky, the twin moons with halos, which are larger and brighter than the moons of the earth, and they have no grace at all. The mottled stripes hung on the yellow moon, which seemed slow, but in fact it was moving fast. It was a storm on the moon, enough to tear steel into sand and crush stones into dust.

"No, don't be where I think. Zhao Mai turned on his mobile phone and scrolled forward to the "Travel Tips" in the "Service Information Information". "Forgotten Worlds" instead of "Forgotten Nations" is still displayed. If it's the latter, he could be in Serre, ruled by the Red Wizard, or in the Enoch Desert, the ruins of the Nether Empire and Ghost City. But there are absolutely no two moons in the Forgotten Realm, and this will not be the famous Fajou.

The other world is known for its deserts, or the whole world is a big desert. If you want to list the "fantasy worlds you don't want to go to", the planet Atas with the background of the cataclysm and remnant sun will definitely be in the top five. Zhao Mai smiled bitterly and sighed his "good luck". It's a dangerous place, and I'm really lucky to get home from what I did before, and I can still get food and water.

"We can't rest tonight", Zhao Mai said to Butcher: "Take advantage of the heat, go as far as you can." Without shelter, even resting is just consuming physical strength, and our physical strength is already stretched to reach the mountains, so we can't spend too much on waiting. ”

Butcher nodded, biting at the spider's flesh hard. The honey taken from the beetle has greatly improved his physical condition, the sequelae of heat stroke and dehydration have weakened a lot, and he has an appetite to eat. It is precisely because of this that the precious honey should be left behind, and the perishable meat should be dealt with first.

Fortunately, Zhao Mai's luck is still there, that is, the fare paid by Xue Pox, the luck of "finding the item you want". The two men passed by a predatory ground just before dawn, where the remains of giant insects and desert animals were scattered in the sandpit. Many small beetles gathered inside, making a terrifying biting sound that clicked and clicked.

"There's nothing we need, don't take any chances. No matter how Butcher persuaded him, Zhao Mai was unmoved. He walked around the small beetle that was feeding, and cautiously made his way to the carcass of the animal that had been eaten clean. There were several carcasses of round-shelled beetles here, and Zhao Mai took a fancy to their curved back armor.

"Go away, go away, go somewhere else to eat, don't affect me to take the carapace!" Zhao Mai used wild communication to finally persuade a group of well-fed corpse devouring beetles to get out of the way, and then used a magic dagger to cut off two one-square-meter pieces of back armor. He then held his breath and cautiously and calmly returned to safety, and then hurried and Butcher to escape there.

With a few strips of cloth, these two light, sturdy pieces of armor became a parasol—the kind that was worn on the head. The sun won't hit your head and your shoulders and upper body will have shade. Ordinary materials such as canvas should never be used in this way, as the increased surface area will collect more heat. The shell of the round-shell beetle has good thermal insulation and can also partially reflect, which is very useful. Although it is often necessary to hold the strip of cloth by hand to combat the desert wind, this hassle is definitely a good choice in exchange for slightly cooler shade.

The decrease in the temperature of the body surface greatly reduces the consumption rate of their physical strength, but consumption is consumption, and it will always accumulate to the limit. On the second and third days, they still had the strength to set traps to kill insects, and they also had the strength to make detours to avoid the desert monsters that gathered. By the fourth day, let alone fighting, they had exhausted all their strength except breathing, drinking, and walking.

Fortunately, the mountains have become large and should be reached in another day and night. The two dragged their heavy steps, pit by pit, leaving clear footprints. Even though the legs are filled with lead, they can't be dragged on the ground, as their stamina will be depleted faster. Although Zhao Mai is a druid, he wishes that he was a skeleton monster at this time, so he won't feel tired.

And his destination, that is, the mountain range in the northeast, which protrudes from the sea of sand, that place called Megilot Mountain, a group of sand thieves are hiding in caves, avoiding the sun, waiting for the night, and at the same time waiting for their prey.

There were thirteen of them, men, women, and children. They are all related to each other, and although some of them are related to violence and more chaotic things, the ancestors who caused all this are already ancient, and it is better to have "relatives" and "interests" as a fetter than "interests" alone.

There is an approximate seat within the gang according to the level of force, and the most intuitive manifestation is the ornaments on their bodies. Those who can use gemstones have a higher status than those who can only use teeth, and they are higher than those who can only use bones. As for the ones who have nothing, they are newcomers who have just joined the gang, and they have no other use than being obedient and being beaten. There are three such newcomers, and their current task is to take care of the fire.

Just taking care of the fire, these three hands cannot touch food and water. In fact, this group of relatives always eats their own, and only a few people exchange food with each other. Under the white turban, every pair of eyes is always vigilant. With these eyes they stare ahead, with their ears they listen to the back, with their noses they sniff out danger, and with their mouths they curse.

The people who are eating are chewing in small bites, slowly and rhythmically. It is said that in the desert, someone can judge the level of hunger of someone by listening to the sound of his eating, and infer his food stock and body water level. This information can sometimes be used as a reason for killing and looting. So everyone is like sheep, pursing their lips and chewing silently little by little, little by little.

Leading the group is a fierce and dangerous old fellow, who forbids anyone to call him by his real name, only "grandpa". He had the right to enjoy the darkest and coolest part of the cave, to rest against the rock that was constantly oozing coolness, or to drink water first. He was pleased with the silence in the cave, which showed that his authority was still strong. "If someone whispers, it means that someone is going to stab a dagger in the back. Grandpa has always kept this sentence in mind.

He reached out and tugged at the black veil that hung from his turban. This "daughter-in-law" who originally belonged to him, after being gnawed off by desert earthworms, her veil returned to the hands of the "grandfather". The veil can block the sun during the day and the view when in the cave. Behind the veil, sniffing the familiar scent, "Grandpa" spied on everyone with his eyes unscrupulously, without being alerted.

No one knew who he was looking at, so everyone was trembling and afraid.

"We need to catch slaves, slaves are doing well now, great!" said the leader, and the flames in the cave trembled. "The gladiatorial battles in the big stadiums are endless, countless people have died, and the temple tower is said to be about to open a new competition. Those people are crazy, but we need money, we need iron, and we can trade it for meat. ”

"Yes, grandpa. His murderous lieutenant said, "If we can catch a strong slave and pack it as a gladiator, the market price will now be five times higher than before." It's a good deal, but where are we going to find such slaves?"

"I'm planning to attack the Echo Silver Mine, where there are few people in charge, and as long as they are slaughtered, the remaining slaves will be ours. The grandfather said, "Who is for and who is against?"

"Grandpa, you'd better come and take a look, I found something interesting. The sand thief said.