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If it weren't for the timely reminder of the werewolf captain, I'm afraid everyone would still be shocked that today's wind and sand are different from the past, when everyone's eyes are focused on the column between heaven and earth, the werewolf captain has begun to pack up his things, the first thing to do is to collect the water together, and the orcs have also begun to take protective measures, and the tent cannot be fixed, so it is better to put it away directly.

The orcs rolled up one tent after another, tied it into bundles and tied it with a rope thick enough, and before Calle could react, all the tents were thrown into the water, and the heavy tents quickly filled up with water, and when they pulled up again, a minotaur was a little laborious, and the weight increase was staggering, but Calle didn't know what they wanted to do.

"There are also such storms in the orc grassland, we have not experienced it, but we know how the orcs in the grassland deal with it, this kind of tent absorbs water and gathers together, it is very heavy, so that we can use the tent to resist it for a while. The werewolf captain laboriously pulled the tent out of the water, and gathered the tents together like the other orcs, and when the column in the distance became more than ten meters wide, all the tents had been stacked, and it looked like a ** mound of dirt from a distance.

The water marks were instantly covered by the wind and sand, and all the orcs gathered together, the smaller ones were inside, and the huge bodies were on the periphery, but everyone reached out to pull the people around them, and finally formed a complete circle, Lin, Calle and other humans and some rat people were surrounded in the middle, werewolves and other medium-sized orcs were surrounded in the middle, and the outside was full of sturdy minotaurs.

"This is ......" Kahler's mouth was covered by the sand brought up by the wind that suddenly appeared from the sky, and at this time the whole sky began to become dark and obscure, Kahler, who was in the encirclement, did not dare to raise his head, or even dare to open his eyes, if he could, he even wanted to close his ears, but he could not do this, so the roar of the wind mixed with the yellow sand was deafening, and countless tiny sands slipped from the top of his head, first drowning his shoes, and then hòu were ankles, calves, thighs......

Caleb, who had his eyes closed, suddenly heard an angry roar, and the entire encirclement became more compact, and Kahler who was in it even had a feeling of being squeezed to suffocation.

What that roar meant, Calle didn't know very well, but his heart sank little by little, because the yellow sand under his body had piled up on his chest, and breathing had begun to become difficult, those nezumi who were much shorter than his height had been completely submerged, Calle was not worried about them, nezumi had a natural advantage in this regard, so when the nezumi were executed in the empire, they were all hung up and burned, and placed on the execution ground of the guillotine, there would be the possibility of escaping by digging into the ground.

Caller was worried about the werewolves around him, and now it seemed that those werewolves had not been flooded to his chest by the yellow sand, but listening to the howling wind, he would not stop for a while, and it was only a matter of time before he and this team were buried, but even so, the orcs still maintained this formation that could not be called a formation, to ensure that most of the team members would not be blown away by the wind.

In this case, it is blown away, and there is only one way to die.

The yellow sand in the sky swept quickly in the air, the smell of blood flashed away in the wind, the extremely high wind speed and huge suction rolled up the lake of the hide-and-seek oasis, forming a tornado of black and yellow, with mud, the grass and shrubs on the ground had the strength to grasp the ground, but still could not escape the ravages of the wind, where the tornado passed, under the huge pull, whether it was grass or water and soil, all rolled up, no one was spared.

The tornado that swept up the lake was less than thirty meters away from the phalanx formed by the orcs, and the tornado, which had wanted to move forward in the phalanx, suddenly twisted and slid directly around the phalanx, and then at least two tornadoes also slid through the phalanx twice.

Calle, who had seen everything through the cracks, wondered about this, but he knew that even if he wanted to ask, he would have to wait until he survived the sandstorm.

Time seems to have frozen at this moment, the deafening wind is mixed with the yellow sand constantly washing this hundred-person phalanx, the yellow sand is piled up, the outermost minotaur has been completely buried, and the core human beings have also been buried in the soil, but the wind is still blowing, and the sand is constantly accumulating......

Eventually, everyone disappeared into the yellow sand, and when the wind slowly stopped, the sky began to brighten, and everything on the ground was covered with yellow sand, weeds, shrubs, and life except for the puddle that could be stepped over in the hide-and-seek oasis.

After a long time, there was a muffled sound in the wind, and the yellow sand on a sand pile began to slide slowly and abnormally, and the frequency of this sliding began to increase more and more, and when it reached a violent level, a huge and heavy hand suddenly emerged from the yellow sand, and with the shaking of this hand, the other hand also appeared, and then hòu was the arm, shoulder, and finally the upper body of the whole figure.

This sturdy figure was a minotaur in the team, and he survived the sandstorm intact.

After moving his body for a while, the minotaur began to pick up the yellow sand around him with his hands, and the strange movements sounded in front of the minotaur, and one after another minotaur appeared in front of him, then werewolves, and finally humans who were surrounded in the core area, but those petite rat people were gone.

After the werewolf captain counted the number of people, his face became a little ugly, there were five fewer people in his team, all of them were experienced Minotaur warriors, the sandstorm was a natural disaster, even if it was dealt with in a timely manner and the measures were appropriate, the loss of manpower was inevitable, although the result had been foreseen, but it was another feeling to really see it.

Because of the disappearance of these five minotaurs, the whole team became a little depressed, but Lin was the first to react, where did those nezumi run away? Since they were picked up, they have not seen a single nezumi appear, they have been huddled with themselves, why haven't they appeared yet?

"They're underground. After speaking, the werewolf captain stomped his feet on the ground, and in the puzzled eyes of several humans, a huge nezumi head suddenly appeared at Lin's feet, and Lin, who had a premonition, had flashed to the side and was not frightened, but Kate, Caleb and the three servants were so frightened by the rats that they jumped away.

"They're in the middle. After the werewolf captain identified the direction, he walked to another sand pile, looked left and right, nodded and signaled the rat man who had come to his side to move, several rat bodies twisted directly into the yellow sand, less than twenty breaths of time, a rat man suddenly came out, nodded to the werewolf captain, the werewolf captain immediately beckoned the other orcs to start digging the yellow sand pile in front of him.

When the sandstorm hit, these rat people were not submerged as they wanted to be in xiàng, in the underground where the sandstorm could not reach, they were also constantly moving, transporting the yellow sand under the feet of the large orcs to other places little by little, so that the people in the phalanx had enough space to store air, under the yellow sand, the number of people who were buried was countless, what Kahler saw was not the final result, after the rat people were submerged, they were no longer in place, but scurrying around in the phalanx, which was also the ultimate reason for not suffocating to death.

"Are they digging tents?" Twelve asked Lin in a low voice, turning his head to look at the respectful Twelve, Lin nodded and said, "Not only the tent, but also our water, this is the most important thing." ”

It is indeed the most important thing, because the hide-and-seek oasis in front of you has completely disappeared, and the location of everyone is no longer an oasis, but a vast sea of sand, and the hide-and-seek oasis has actually disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in this way.

The efficiency of the orcs was very high, and they soon found the wet tent, and the rat people had also come out of the sand to dig with their companions, and the bundled tents were dragged out, and the tents on the periphery had become dry, and as the tents were taken out little by little, the tents began to become wet, and over time, the tents that were taken out had become **, constantly dripping downward.

At this time, the orcs made an astonishing move, that is, they held the tent flowing high alof, and then Hòu took out his empty water bag that he had not used and controlled the water into the qù, and the amount of water contained in one tent could actually fill two water bags!

Calle looked at the scene in front of him with straight eyes, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, in the sandstorm, it was already lucky to survive with very few casualties, the team in front of him not only suffered a very small loss, but even in this case, they could use the objects around them to save the most scarce clear water in the desert, even if it was a miracle to praise it, this kind of thing was a little pale and powerless, the god of light was above, how could they be so smart!

On the other side of the line, several orcs took turns to take out the water bags in the tent, and there was only one action, that is, to pour all the water in the water bags into his stomach, and then Hòu handed the empty water bags to the orcs who had already drunk enough to pick up the water flowing from the tent.

Seeing this, Caleb found that the werewolf captain gave him a look, Caleb looked at the water bag on his waist, picked it up, pulled the stopper, and poured the water into his stomach as much as possible, but he was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old human teenager, and his stomach was definitely not as large as the capacity of the orcs, so Caleb only drank half of it, and as for the other half, it was all drunk by the forest who couldn't see the bulging stomach no matter how much he ate.

When all the empty water bags were filled, looking at the hide-and-seek oasis that had been a small lake but had now become a small puddle, and that it was once lush and now full of yellow sand, Caller couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, thinking of the howling desert tornado, he suddenly remembered a question.

Why did those tornadoes go around the phalanx and move on?

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