Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 96: The threat of desert

Tyles carried his suitcase, dragged his recovered body, panting and walking behind the caravan's camel.

Although the sand under his feet is still obstructed and difficult to navigate, although the skin wrapped in the linen is still moist and uncomfortable, even though the harsh sun is still merciless, the boy's heart is much calmer.

No one.

"I'm telling you, Kanze, I really tell you," the rookie mercenary, walking fast by the front camel, facing the sturdy man from the north, with "Dante's Great Sword" Kanze said excitedly:

"What I'm talking about is definitely a matter of making money without losing money... Think about it, how dangerous we are doing work, it is equivalent to tie our lives to the belt of our trousers. Pay attention to the frequency, worry about whether you will shake your head, maybe one day you encounter a hard idea, and you can’t go back, then your wife and daughter will not all have to cry to death, and then be distressed..."

"Fuck you, fast rope," Kanze, who was impatient, carried a two-handed sword, stepped over a piece of gravel, and gave the chattering fast rope a roll of eyes in disgust: "Your mother never taught you Don't curse others?"

Tyles raised his head and looked at the camel team winding in front of him, the merchants talking before and after the camel team, and the mercenaries riding horses in the distance. He couldn't help but **** his mouth.

Compared with being hopeless, lonely imprisonment is also a painful trek in the desert.

I can see people, I can meet people, I can hear them talking happy or frustrated...

It's great.

Quickline shook his head desperately.

"I’m just making an analogy... But think about it, you now take out this money and bet it in Tampa. If you go back alive, he will give you ninety-nine percent of the money, if you die Yes, Tampa will pay ten times the money to your family, and then you will die very meaningfully-eh, don’t, good Kanze, good Kanze, great Kanze, handsome Kanze, don’t Do it! Let me make an analogy, eh, don’t, hoo..."

Tyles shook his head, took his steps, and took his gaze away from the fast rope that had been beaten up by a violent beating.

"It seems to be recovering well," a mercenary who came back from the patrol guarded a thick headscarf, kicked off his horse next to Thales, changed to walking, and let the horses running around under the scorching sun rest:" But after all, you have just recovered. Don’t force yourself to stay on the back of a camel."

Big Dean took off his turban, revealing his smooth head, and tied a fighting axe behind his shoulder.

Thyls smiled at the bald mercenary: "I think it's good to do some restorative exercise."

"I think what he meant," McGee, carrying double knives, rode past Dean expressionlessly, without looking at Thales, "If you fall again, we won’t have time. Waste time on cumbersome."

Thyls watched embarrassedly as McGee, who was covered in stripes, rode past them and went to work with his companions.

"I don't think he likes me."

He looked at McGee's back, frowning.

"Obviously, you can't turn everyone into your fans," Dean looked thoughtfully at his companions who walked away: "Especially McGee."

"In light of his past experience, McGee is very vigilant."

"Before he knew each other well, he suspected every stranger."

Thyls managed to squeeze a smile.

This is the third day after he was rescued by the caravan.

"Dante's Great Sword" is a small team of mercenaries: the small warrior "Breeze" who is in charge of exploring the path fell asleep as soon as he came back. Hubert, the former blacksmith from the City of Steel, smiles. The shy, big-bellied Alumbia Haken asked if Thales was married (if not, he would like to introduce one of his seven unmarried sisters to Thales), Kanze from the North He is rough, and always likes to slap people on the shoulders vigorously. The whistling shooter Pangka glanced at Thales and ran to pee, plus the fast rope, old hammer, McGee, fire, and big Dean and the leader Louisa Dante-at least for this journey, they have eleven professional mercenaries working day and night to protect this small caravan of twenty people and twenty-three camels through the desert. Go to the famous Tower of End.

Thyls is sometimes weird: Is such a small number of people really enough to protect the caravan?

"Of course, in the face of some dozens of sand thief gangs, we are tight in numbers," this is what Dean said to him: "but the armed caravan itself illustrates a lot of questions: whether the sand thief Would you like to take the risk and come and consume our lives with our eleven fully armed professional killers?"

"Maybe they can win, but the price will be heavy, and there are not many people left. The next robbery may be their end."

"This is what we mean and how mercenaries survive. Deterrence is greater than desperation. After all, we are not a death squad--except of course those full-time warriors." Dean shook his head at that time.

Tyles is grateful for their rescue and containment, especially after the terrible sandstorm the day before yesterday-in the gray field of vision where you can't see your fingers, the scream of wind in your ears is fascinating. I can’t hear the words in my mouth. I can only hold my head to avoid it. The howl and howling sand is more terrible than a blade. They slam all targets exposed to the air with desperation, and penetrate all the gaps that can be drilled. Da is almost going to scrape Thales’ flesh and blood. Thanks to the experienced caravan hiding in the wind, they managed to get through the crisis through the group of camels—he knew that he could be in the terrifying Da Walking in the desert for four days before fainting, and then encountering rescue, the side effects are only a little dehydration, mania and desert hallucinations. It is really lucky for the **** of desert.

Thinking of this, Thales smiled at Dean: "Thank you, Dean, you saved my life-even if I'm a stranger, I might well be a spy for Sandpilot."

Dean paused briefly, then smiled slightly.

He hung the horse on the hook of a camel in front, and stretched a piece of rope to avoid the smell of the camel from affecting the horse:

"Take care of each other-this is the creed of the merchants and mercenaries who depend on the desert for their livelihood."

Dean sighed and sighed with emotion: "Many years ago, Huaia, I was just like you-of course, I was much older than you now-at the end of the day, alone in the desert, lingering. , Desperate to die."

He shook his head: "It’s Dante. I mean Louisa’s father, old Dante. It was he who redeemed me from the ferrymen of the prison river with enthusiasm and persistence, even though they were very Bad."

"People always have to rely on each other, rely on each other—Wya, this is what Dante told me."

"One cannot live alone in the desert."

Thyls nodded thoughtfully.

That's it.

"So you entered the'Dante's Great Sword', relying on them," Thales said silently: "That's why you saved my life-even if it is very risky."

Dean looked at the sand dunes in the distance and nodded slowly.

"In the great desert, if we don't help each other, we will only be swallowed by the desert," the bald mercenary patted his mount:

"You have seen sandstorms, and in the face of the most terrifying black storm, even enemies who are struggling with life and death have to find opportunities to coexist and escape from the road--rest assured, Huaiya, this section of the road we can get along well, and You will definitely be able to go home and your loved ones and let go of your worries."

Thyls sighed: "Thank you."

Dean smiled and said nothing.

Yes, Thales said silently: He has no choice.

Drought, hot, sandy, and cold. If he leaves the team alone, he will die in this ruthless desert in just a few days. In contrast, this caravan has experience, supplies, protection, and a clear route. , Following them is undoubtedly the right choice.

We can only make plans before reaching their destination.

Thyls sighed inwardly.

They have to go back to Sabreya Dune, to the Western Wilderness, right?

Thyls, who was in a trance, had a meal and almost ran into the camel in front of him.

The boy realized with surprise: The caravan stopped.

"What's the matter?" Thales looked at the line of camels in front of him, but couldn't see it really, so he could only ask Dean next to him strangely.

But Dean just frowned and didn't answer.

"Dean!"

"You have to come and see this!"

With the special muffled sound of horses’ hoof stepping in the sand, the pathfinder of mercenaries, the little "breezes" rushed over many confused businessmen, anxiously struggling in front of Dean. Stop the horses.

He said anxiously: "What did Luisa find in front!"

Dean's face changed.

The bald warrior picked up his single-edged combat axe and stepped on his horse with solemn expression.

"McGee, fast rope, get your weapon, get up and follow me!"

"Kanze, stay where you and Hubert are, stay vigilant, pay special attention to the back slopes of the dunes on both sides!"

His orders were decisive and swift, and the mercenaries acted at their orders without hesitation.

What's wrong?

Tyles grasped the time crossbow tightly with a little nervousness, watching the serious mercenaries riding across the caravan and heading in the other direction.

He wasn't the only one who was puzzled. Others in the caravan whispered suspiciously. Thales even saw someone palely unloading the cargo, riding on a camel, and apparently preparing to run whenever something went wrong. road.

Ten minutes later, McGee and Quickline came back, but their faces were a bit heavy.

The caravan continues to set off.

"Dean and Louisa have gone to the leader of the caravan. They have to discuss it carefully."

Under Thales’s side-knock, Fast Rope strained his face somehow and whispered to the boy: "Not far away, we found a small camp."

"But all the people inside are dead."

Thyls was shocked.

"How did you die?"

The fast rope sullenly led the mount and followed the caravan forward: "It was killed."

Thyls frowned and looked suspiciously at the uncomfortable fast rope: "What?"

"Who did it?"

"I don't know, it's so bad."

But the fast rope then rolled his eyes and watched Thales' eyes flashing triumphantly.

"This is the first time you have come to the desert, lucky Huaya," the fast rope sighed and coughed pretentiously: "Besides temperature and drought, and of course sand, the desert is the most There are two well-known threats."

He leaned his head over and said mysteriously: "Orcs, and Desolate."

Thyls's expression shrank.

"They tend to gather in their own tribes, with their own livestock and territories. They move indefinitely throughout the seasons, and when they encounter threats, they move out in groups."

Thyls subconsciously squeezed the time crossbow under his arm: "You mean, what killed those people was..."

"No, no, no."

Quick Rope shook his head, with a very experienced look: "Even if you are in bad luck and fall into the hands of a larger tribe, you may not necessarily die. According to experience, the bone man will estimate your price. The orcs will weigh you, and then decide whether to sell you or sell them-or sell them after they are sold."

According to experience?

Thyls looked at the thoughtful fast rope with a weird expression.

"Sell?"

Tyles coughed and repeated: "Where to sell?"

Quickline smiled cheerfully.

"Do you know Caligri?"

"Caligri?" Thales was startled slightly, feeling as if he had heard of this place somewhere.

"Yes."

Speaking of this, the fast rope eyes shined: "Kaligli, the legendary desert city... Some people say that it is an invincible fortress in the depths of the desert, others say it is a group of tribes. A large camp that is grouped together and moved with the seasons. Some people even say that it is an ancient underground city that has lasted for thousands of years and is occupied by people in the desert. Some people even say that Caligri is a playground for an evil dragon in the desert. , It likes to watch people kill each other there."

Thyls froze steadily.

"There is...a dragon in the desert?"

But the fast rope just waved his hand impatiently: "Don't interrupt me... In short, Kaligri, that is the most mysterious, lively and dangerous place in the desert. Both the Boneman and the Orcs are The frequent visitors there, legend has it that there is a good relationship with several desert tribes."

"Once you are captured, whether it’s a Boneman or an Orc, they will sell you there, turn you into a slave, and become the property of others. Before you can move, they will let you Go fighting, prostitution, do everything that can make a profit, and please the big people in the desert..."

"But."

Quickrope's eyes turned sharply, and the conversation suddenly turned: "Whether it is an organized orc or a desolate man, it is not the desert caravan’s biggest worry—they are at least orderly and have their own rules. It’s incredible to go up, sometimes some tribes welcome caravans to visit."

Quick rope narrowed his eyes and raised his index finger: "But in case you encounter a sand thief..."

"The lawbreakers who escaped from the outside into the desert, the scums and lunatics who are dead and incapable of losing."

Quickrope's expression became terrible: "Then you pray to the Mo God or the sunset and the moon-they don't know what is softness, what is captive, and what is mercy."

Thyls looked at him anxiously.

But the fast rope is not over yet: "Even worse, you ran into an exile..."

"Exile?"

Quick rope squinted his eyes and nodded: "The most dangerous existence in the desert, both Boneman and Orc."

"They were exiled by their tribe because of their mistakes and walked alone—but don’t forget, these people are all trained and formed in the big tribe. They are powerful and experienced terrifying warriors. Walking in the desert is like It’s the same as walking at home. After losing the asylum of the tribe, they also gradually lost their principles and regulations, lost their honor and belonging. They endured the torment of the scorching sun and wind all the year round, becoming cruel, vicious, and tyrannical. Pirates work together, but the threat far exceeds the average sand thief."

The expression and tone of the fast rope rise and fall with his words, looking vivid and lively.

His voice became somber: "They often don't have a bottom line~IndoMTL.com~ In order to survive, they can even do something beyond imagination."

"Something beyond imagination..." Thales pondered: "For example?"

Quickline's face tightened.

I saw him take a deep breath, tighten his neck, and mysteriously burst out a few words in front of Thales: "Cannibalism."

Thyls's breath stopped.

"So, everyone has been rumored that there are people who eat people in the desert, and even the children will be sold into the desert and eaten by the desolate people or the orcs..."

"It's true," Fastrope looked at him coldly: "Or part of it is true."

Thyls didn't speak.

"Huaiya, the desert is very dangerous. Good people, maybe I won't breathe again tomorrow." The voice of the fast rope is full of melancholy: "The fear of death and the impermanence of fate occupy our body and mind all the time. "

"So, in order to overcome this fear, Huaiya, we have a way..."

Thyls looked at him blankly, suddenly felt something was wrong.

I saw the fast rope cough: "I told you that there is a tavern owner named Tampa in Bladetooth Dunes. He promised that as long as you save a sum of money with him, if you go back alive, he I will return you ninety-nine percent, if you fail to go back alive..."

Just now.

Slap!

A heavily armed woman appeared behind them abruptly, slapped the back of the fast rope severely!

"Ahhhhh-Luisa!"

"Quick rope, brat!"

The captain of the mercenary, Louisa Dante furiously whipped the fast rope on the head and beat him to the head.

"Rarely people will trick your crooked money-making business!"

"More!"

"Stop using your hearsay about three-legged cats to fool people!"