By the end of the battle, more than 30 soldiers had suffered various degrees of laceration and corrosion injuries, and 17 had died.

Most of them were dead from the claws of the sand moths, and although their acid was quite terrifying, most of them were fortunately blocked by the soldiers' strong armor and giant shields.

The number of wounded was counted by a young man from the Praetorian Guard, with red and swollen eyes, who reported the casualties to Aslan and Locke.

Half of the soldiers who died, the Praetorian Guards and the Secret Guards.

The former is because they are on the front line of the sand cockroach's attack, and the latter is because the secret guards who only wear leather armor are stained with a large piece of skin and flesh in the face of the acid sprayed by the sand cockroach.

Commander Aslan led the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and by the way, the bodies of the soldiers who had just died were cremated, and they had the responsibility to bring these 'dead' soldiers back to China in the future.

Angelina later stepped out of the carriage and greeted the soldiers who had just experienced a hard battle, but soon after being invited back to the carriage by the stubborn captain of the dark guard, although the sand cockroaches had been withdrawn, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not be killed again.

In addition to the soldiers who were busy, several magicians in the team were not idle, everyone took out bottles and cans from their magic robes, some were powder, some were green liquids, and just poured them around the camp, and the liquid immediately volatilized into gas, and with the powder, a pungent smell that could not be dissolved permeated the surroundings.

Although several magicians didn't say anything, Locke guessed that it was supposed to be a potion to exorcise demonic creatures.

The surrounding wind and sand are gradually rising, and the great storm that belongs to the night of the desert of Zhitusen is coming again, and Locke has learned a lot during these days.

Just as Locke was about to give the order for the soldiers to quickly find a place to hide from the wind and sand, several magicians came to the door.

"Captain Locke. "It was an old man with a thick white beard, long white eyebrows floating, and a kind expression that made it seem that the magician was easy to speak, and that was exactly what he was.

"What's the matter? Locke asked, this white-eyed magician was the only one of the six magicians in the legation who communicated with him a lot.

"We hope that your soldiers will help us collect the carapace and acid sacs of these sand worms. The old magician Ante said.

These magicians were not subordinate to the army, but were supported by the royal family of Faustin, so their status, although transcendental, had no command over the soldiers.

The wind and sand were approaching, and a powerful hurricane visible to the naked eye was approaching their convoy, and Locke hesitated to make the soldiers risk the danger of collecting these 'useless' things for these magicians, and it was worth it.

Ante saw Locke's hesitation, and continued, "We can exchange silver coins for potions, or potions. Ante winked at Locke.

Funny old man, Locke smiled.

"All the soldiers, it's okay now, go collect the stumps of the sand cockroach!" Locke shouted, "Go!"

Everyone knew that Locke was the number three in the convoy, and there was no voice of rebuttal, and the soldiers quickly moved into action.

When the wind and sand came, Locke didn't have time to let the soldiers distinguish which was the carapace of the sand bug and which was the acid sac of the sand bug, and collected them all back, so that these magicians could sort them themselves.

Aslan didn't object at this time, he was also busy, the cyan sand cockroach that Nolan magician had frozen was being carried back by him, and it was half a human-sized bug, and Locke was a little hairy just looking at it.

Through the ice crystals, Locke could see every burr on the eight legs under the abdomen of the cyan sand cockroach, plus the petal-like, fissured mouth and countless jagged teeth inside, Locke was worried that he would vomit out if he looked at it for a while.

A moment before the wind and sand came, the soldiers collected every piece of sand worm fragments they could see, and then the experienced ones leaned on the carriage, hid in the leeward place, and got into their sleeping sacs.

Since entering the Zhitusen desert, the convoy has no tents, and the soldiers have each been given a sleeping bag.

Tonight's wind and sand were a little heavier than those of previous nights, and the next morning, the wind and sand were a little less intense.

As the sun reappeared above the horizon, the soldiers, who had been buried by the wind and sand for half the night, came out again.

The three-meter-high carriage had been completely sunk in the sand after only one night.

Early morning and late afternoon are the best times of the day in the Zhitusen desert, when the servants of the convoy begin to cook for the nobles, and the soldiers push the wagons, buried under the sand, back to the ground.

Locke, who hadn't slept well all night, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, of course he didn't have to be crammed into his sleeping bag like the soldiers, there were so many carriages that could always make room for him.

Not only did Locke not sleep well, but I am afraid that there was no one in the entire convoy who slept well last night, and the sudden attack of the sand cockroach let them know that in addition to the harsh environment in the Tucson Desert this day, there are many creatures hiding in the dark ready to move.

After chatting with Aslan about the aftermath of the dead and wounded soldiers, Locke then went to Ante.

The ground was covered with sand again, as if it had once been, and who would have thought that there would be a thrilling battle here not long ago.

Knocking on the carriage where Ante lived, Locke stood quietly outside and waited.

Old man Ante must have just gotten up, and Locke outside the carriage only heard a faint mutter, and it was a long time before Ante, who was dressed in a nightgown, opened the door of his carriage.

"Master Ante is so pleasant!" Locke laughed, and after only a few hours, the old magician changed into a nightgown and went to sleep, knowing that last night it was Locke, who had always had a big nerves, and he fell asleep in armor.

Ante ignored Locke's teasing, "Come in!" and with a wave of his hand, he got into the carriage first.

Locke then stooped in.

The Ant's carriage was more like a small alchemy laboratory, and many of the reagents that Locke couldn't name were placed on a wooden table in the carriage, with a thin quilt and pillow next to it, which was supposed to be where Ant's sleep.

"It's a reward!" Ante tossed a very heavy money bag to Locke, who opened it and looked at it, it was all silver dreak, roughly three hundred.

"And this!" Ante took out three pale red potions from under the wooden table and handed them to Locke, "Red sand potion, No!"

Locke took it and looked carefully at the potion in his hand, the name of the 'Red Sand Elixir', Locke had heard it from Uncle Yoshak a long time ago, and among them knights who cultivated Dou Qi, it was a very sought-after potion.

Not only can it slightly increase the cultivation speed of Dou Qi, but it can also explode more than thirty percent of the strength in battle, of course, the sequelae are not small, but this cannot stop the knights from pursuing this potion.

As soon as the two things were in hand, Master Ante began to send them off, and as soon as Locke stepped out of the carriage, the sound of the door closing behind him sounded, and it seemed that the magician was either catching up on sleep or doing his experiments.

In the end, the three hundred silver deleads were distributed to the soldiers by Locke, although the treatment of the Praetorian Guard and the dark guard was good, but the monthly salary of 5 silver delea was the sky, although this windfall was not much, but no one refused.

Red sand potion, Locke gave himself a few squad leaders who he usually greets, these squad leaders have high and low strength, ranging from middle-level attendants to low-level attendants, they have been mixed with Locke for so long, and Locke can't treat them badly.

As for how they are distributed, it's none of Locke's business.

He has long known that the sequelae of the red sand potion are very large, in addition to causing a short period of weakness to the user, it will also cause some irreparable damage to the body, Locke will take the medicine in the future, and he will definitely prefer the medicine with no side effects or few side effects, and the red sand medicine is not in his consideration.

After making a round, Locke returned to Angelina's carriage.

Angelina is fiddling with her yet-to-be-hatched pet.

Dozens of purple scales were scattered around a blue-gray giant egg, which was a meter tall and shimmered with a faint light.

Angelina put her ear to the dome and excitedly said to Locke, "My pet is talking to me!"

Locke was speechless, "This is still an egg, how can I talk to you?"

"It's a unique psychic exchange for magicians, you don't understand!" Angelina rolled her eyes.

Locke put his hand on the wall of the dome, and a powerful beating came out of the dome, and Locke believed that the little scorpion dragon might be about to hatch.

"How long will it take?" Locke asked.

"About two months. "Angelina has signed a psychic pact with her pet and can roughly estimate the date of the shell.