Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 94: Sword dealer

Thyls sighed in annoyance.

　　 The next moment, Sand Scorpion discovered: It turns out that the destruction of the nest is not the worst thing.

　　 Above it, Thales looked grim, raised his cane, pressed the scorpion severely, doing fierce ideological struggle.

　　 Finally, Thales swallowed his dry throat in pain and made up his mind.

　　 He took out JC, first cut off the scorpion's tail stab, and in its frenzied struggle, killed it with a single blow.

　　"Mom God has no disaster, Mo God has no mercy," he picked up the brave sand scorpion, raised it to his eyes with an ugly expression, muttering to himself like self-comfort:

　　 "Thank you for your sacrifice."

　　, the heroic scorpion who saved the star royal family and the star kingdom-he added something in his heart.

　　 is very strange. After saying this, Thales felt a lot lighter.

　　 probably because he hasn’t spoken for a long time. He looked at the scorpion twitching unconsciously, and he had a feeling: They were communicating.

　　Thinking of this, Thales reacted violently.

　　 He didn't dare to think again, closed his eyes tightly, and bit the sand scorpion in his mouth with pain and difficulty.

　　 "Ga Boom——"

　　 Fuck!

　　 At the first mouthful, Thales twisted his face in pain.

　　The magical taste and aroma entered his sensory nerves through the friction between the taste buds of the tongue and the teeth.

　　 "Ga Boom——"

　　 The second mouth.

　　 plump, juicy, crisp, chewy, and can save lives-Thales thought of these words desperately, forgetting the peculiar taste in his mouth, and bit the two exposed scorpion tongs into his mouth.

　　 "Ga Boom——"

　　 It feels like a nutshell full of foul smell.

　　 Well, with chewing, slices of salty wet juice are exploded from inside.

　　 is full of mouth, seeping into the throat.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 and... the same strange soft meat.

　　 Well, should he clean its internal organs first?

　　 Finally, enduring the urge to turn his abdomen upside down, Thales twitched and swallowed the "thing" in his mouth.

　　 Feeling the strange sensation in the abdomen, Thales wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a "wheeze".

　　 He raised his head, expressionless, and looked back at the ruthless and insensitive desert.

　　hehe.

　　 Now... he is also part of the desert food chain.

　　 Thales thought sadly.

　　 The first time, there will be the second time: Thales scoured the sand for rocks and drove out a shivering light-colored Mr. (or Miss) spider.

　　 He frowned, still cruelly cut off its head, sent it to the mouth, and chewed it.

　　 "Zi La..."

　　—This texture and taste seem to be okay?

　　 If you bite its belly...

　　 "噗——"

　　……

　　 I was wrong.

　　 I shouldn’t think that.

　　 I was really wrong.

　　 Taylor shed tears and swallowed it.

　　 A few hours later, on a slightly cooler evening, Thales set out again.

　　 This time, his steps are much lighter.

　　 until the next resting point.

　　 Thales caught an innocent lizard with a big belly at the mouth of a poorly concealed hole.

　　 This time, he happily removed its internal organs. Because it was night, it was necessary to light a fire, so Thales enjoyed a handful of grilled lizard meat.

　　 After the meal, his hunger faded slowly.

　　 In fact, Thales still misses the raw taste.

　　 The moment he ate the scorpion, Thales felt: He seemed to be different.

　　 It seems that he was accepted by this place instantly.

　　 What a pity...

　　 Thales rubbed his stomach and shook his head regretfully.

　　 The rattlesnake a few days ago...

　　 Why did you let it go?

　　The food problem is solved-as long as you don’t care about enjoyment and taste, human resilience is far beyond your imagination.

　　 With a slightly better mood and the same loneliness, he closed his eyes on the fourth night.

　　 But soon, on the morning of the fifth day, Thales will face a new problem.

　　He doesn't have enough water.

　　 Shaking vigorously with the leather sac that could no longer pour out a drop of water, Thales felt anxious.

　　 how to do?

　　The method of collecting dew at night with stones can't stand up to the problem-at least it can't support him through the day.

　　 And the water source... Thales tried to dig down to the root of a plant yesterday, but even if he dug two meters deep enough to bury himself alive, there was still only sand, which was a bit colder at best.

　　 actually sweated a lot.

　　 is really ironic.

　　 To tell the truth, Thales was fully prepared for the possible high temperatures after entering the desert, but the fact is that the prince who was exposed to the sun did not worry about the heat, was not knocked down by heat stroke, but was worried about the water.

　　 Thales touched his chapped lips and frowned.

　　 water source.

　　 He must find a new source of water... With such a heavy heart, Thales continued on the road against the morning sun.

　　 Soon, the symptoms of water shortage manifested in his body.

　　 Thales’ mouth is getting drier and drier, and he feels that every step he takes takes a huge amount of energy.

　　He insisted on breathing through his nose—Grivor had told him before leaving that it would keep him the necessary moisture.

　　His mood is getting calmer and more sluggish.

　　 I'm so thirsty.

　　 Thales thought in confusion.

　　 Every cell in his body is protesting against the exploitation of his master.

　　 I'm so thirsty.

　　 want to...

　　 drink water.

　　水.

　　 But not long after, when the sun rose to a tricky angle again, Thales' hands softened, one did not hold him, and he half-kneeled on the ground!

　　 He started to feel dizzy.

　　The prince’s heart immediately sounded a warning.

　　Oops.

　　 dehydrated?

　　 or heat stroke?

　　 Thales shook his head vigorously to clear himself up.

　　 Anyway, he needs to rest.

　　 can no longer patrol in the sun, wasting physical energy and water.

　　 He raised his head and squinted at the venomous sun.

　　 Thales is sleepy and thirsty.

　　 But he knew that he couldn't just sit down and rest at this time. The gravel under the sun was extremely hot, and increasing the contact area with the sand would only make him lose water faster.

　　 Need to...find the next resting spot...

　　 Thales thought in a daze, and took the next step.

　　One step.

　　 another step.

　　 Every step is like a giant.

　　 His throat is feverish.

　　 My mouth is rubbing.

　　 I feel soft all over.

　　 But he can't stop.

　　 can’t stop.

　　 Thales stumbled to the next resting spot-the shade of a willow tree, avoiding the burning of the sun.

　　 He rested briefly, regaining his strength in the shade.

　　 Thales even began to seriously consider whether he should live on his own urine.

　　 But at this moment, Thales raised his head.

　　He is on a high **** overlooking the plains below.

　　He was stunned.

　　 I saw the end of the horizon, and a ray of light appeared in the distance.

　　 That is...

　　 The prince stared into the distance, watching the waves reflected in his vision, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

　　 That is...

　　 Lake?

　　 Thales stood up abruptly!

　　 He even couldn't help but enter the **** senses, confirming the distance in vision.

　　 That’s right.

　　 is the reflection of the lake!

In front of 　　, there is a lake!

　　There is water!

　　 The prince who came to life from a dead end restrained his excitement.

　　 But he couldn't even wait for the sun to set completely, so he set off eagerly.

　　According to his experience over the past few days, even though he is in the field of vision, it takes at least an hour to walk such a long distance.

　　 an hour.

　　 only takes one hour.

　　 Thales took a deep breath, took a step, flicked his cane, and walked towards his hope.

　　One step, two steps......

　　 fifty steps, one hundred steps...

　　 one thousand steps, one thousand five hundred steps...

　　 climbed over a dune, and then another dune.

　　 One bush, another bush!

　　 soon, soon!

　　 Seeing getting closer and closer to the target, Thales became more excited.

　　 water, water, water!

　　 My God, haha.

　　He is saved.

　　 Thales laughed in his heart, and his mood fluctuated.

　　Mo God is free from disaster.

　　Mo God is free from disaster!

　　He thought: Yes, deserts never give rise to disasters for no reason.

　　Raphael is right. The weak are afraid of disasters. In the desert, only by abandoning the weak can they be able to...

　　 Talent...

　　 Talent?

　　 But Thales' heart gradually became anxious.

　　 He doesn't know how long he has been away.

　　 But he knows the number of steps he took.

　　 It seems... it’s been over an hour, right?

　　 Thales gritted his teeth, licked the smell of blood on his dry lips, and insisted on moving forward.

　　 He started to feel sore and painful all over.

　　 even tingling.

　　 But he can't stop.

　　 Thales stared at the water in front of him, desperately moving forward.

　　 can’t stop.

　　 why haven’t they arrived?

　　 Finally, the sun slowly sinks and dusk has arrived.

　　 The surrounding area became shady.

　　 Thales gasped vigorously, supporting his body in waves of dizziness.

　　 But his mood is also very cold.

　　 without him.

　　In his vision...

　　 The water source in front of him, the lake in front of him, the hope in front of him...

　　 disappeared.

　　 sand.

　　 There is only sand.

　　 Thales shivered, looking at the empty scene on the horizon.

　　 He shivered, and shook his head vigorously, only to feel that his eyes were starting to be blurred.

　　The sluggish prince reacted instantly.

　　 What he saw during the day, what he thought about, he tried his best to get there...

　　 is not a lake.

　　 That's not a lake.

　　 is a fantasy.

　　 or: Mirage.

　　 The next moment, the prince went black and fell into the desert.

　　 lost consciousness.

　　 plunged into deep darkness.

　　 [Mr. Wu, we have completed the evidence collection for this accident... We have studied the surveillance video that day... and the scene, including possible brake marks and eyewitnesses, all evidence shows...]

　　[We are still reviewing her medical records, including her mental condition, so today we are here to make a note with you, but you'd better be mentally prepared...]

　　[No, no, Mr. Wu, please don’t get excited, after all, you’re still in the hospital bed... Maybe, we just said that it’s possible, everything is still under investigation...]

　　 I don’t know how long it took.

　　 feels like a lifetime.

　　 Or...for a moment?

　　[Maybe, I mean it's possible, Mr. Wu, your girlfriend, she took you for a drive that day, maybe to... or to...]

　　【Suicide. 】

　　 The next second, Thales gave a sudden shock!

　　 "Ah!"

　　 He took a hasty breath, yelled, and awoke from the boundless darkness!

　　 was shocked.

　　 "Oh, oh!"

　　 "Come on, boy, you are seriously dehydrated," a fussy male voice came into his ear: "Kahn, Kahn, come on!"

　　 "He woke up!"

　　 Thales opened his eyes tremblingly, and what he saw was a dazzling fire.

　　 and the bustling crowd around.

　　 It's...night?

　　Thyls thought in a dazed manner.

　　 As he woke up, the hustle and bustle around him became louder and louder: teasing, making noise, talking.

　　 The noise made him a headache.

　　 A narrow face squeezed into his field of vision.

　　 It was a freckled red-haired man in leather armor. He looked more than 20 years old. He was a little dirty. His eyes were swiftly spinning around, quite funny: "My God! I knew you would come alive..."

　　 The red-haired man was very happy and rubbed Thales’ face vigorously, making the latter dizzy again: "Kahn, we can come and talk to him about the reward for saving people..."

　　 "Get out of the way, fast rope, don't shake him anymore!" An old male voice came from a distance, his tone of dissatisfaction.

　　 "You are not helping."

　　The owner of this voice seems to be quite majestic. Following his words, the noise around him gradually diminished.

　　 The man named fast rope stopped moving him either.

　　 The old voice came again: "Here, drink."

　　 Thales felt that his head was lifted and a hard object was inserted into his mouth.

　　 The wetness in his mouth confuses him slightly.

　　 etc.

　　水.

　　 Thales' heart moved.

　　 is water!

　　 He struggled subconsciously, grabbed the water bag with both hands, and desperately sucked the liquid inside.

　　 Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...

　　 Thales is like a lunatic, clutching the water bag in his hand.

　　 My God.

　　水, water!

　　 He never felt like this for a moment: water is a gift from heaven.

　　 "Slow down, take one bite," the dignified and veteran voice is very gentle, while supporting his back, while gently holding the water bag, controlling the speed at which Thales drinks water:

　　 "You just recovered, can't drink too fast."

　　 Finally, a few minutes later, Thales released the water bag and leaned back exhausted.

　　 He saw the master of the old voice clearly: a rough-faced bald man, thirty years old, with fine stubble, and a leather armor like a "fast rope", his eyes were deep and thoughtful Stared at him.

　　 "Thanks, thank you." Thales said weakly and hard.

　　 Then he realized that he was rescued.

　　He did not die in the desert.

　　 Under the night, this bald man named Kahn smiled under the light of the fire: "Very well, you look better."

　　 just now.

　　 "Hey, Big Kahn!" A sharp voice tore the air out of thin air, as if a clean addict saw a cockroach.

　　 There is a commotion around.

　　 This third voice sounded quite slick and old-fashioned, and it came from far away, with a slight dissatisfaction in the tone: "I heard that you picked up trash on the road again--I am protesting against you, although I respect you, but you must understand the risks of this journey and give priority to our safety..."

　　 Thales frowned slightly. He saw: The red-haired man named Fast Rope who entered Thales’s field of vision first sighed.

　　 He grumbled to the bald Kahn: "Oh, my god, it's Sepp-that profiteer, he's here again."

　　 Bald Kahn raised his head, frowning slightly.

　　 "I will negotiate with him."

　　"And you are optimistic about him, fast rope," Kahn said faintly, the old voice made people feel inexplicably relieved, "wait for Louisa and Old Hammer to come back and change shifts."

　　 Kahn stood up, and Thales noticed that this mature man had a burly figure, and his diagonal belt was full of tools, ranging from knives to ropes.

　　His back left the area of ​​the firelight, and went to the sharp voice.

　　 Thales struggled to get up, leaning against the bag behind him.

　　 He looked around and was surprised to find that the fire in front of them was not the only one. There were several bonfires around, each surrounded by a lot of people. They had different outfits, some with turbans and some leather armor. Some were covered with gadgets, and some were sitting in a pile of clutter and dancing and talking.

　　 Many people looked at him curiously.

　　 More peripherally, more than twenty camels knelt to rest, chewing their mouths happily.

　　 Thales looked at this strange camp in a daze~IndoMTL.com~This...

　　 He raised his head and looked at the young man with red hair and freckles on the opposite side named "Quick Rope" who also stared at him with interest.

　　 "Where am I?" Thales spoke hard, only feeling heavy.

　　Quick rope is slightly taken aback.

　　"Where is it?"

　　 He scratched his freckled nose, then rolled his eyes, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and rubbed it away from his hand: "Of course you are in the desert!"

　　 "Aren't you fainted in sleep, right?"

　　 Looking at the sand in the fast rope hand, Thales moved in his heart.

　　He is still in the desert.

　　 but...

　　 "So," Thales muttered, staring at the fast rope:

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 Hearing this question, Kuai Xie's eyes lit up, the expression on his face changed drastically, and his face changed several times instantly.

　　"Who are we?"

　　 He seems to be hesitating.

　　 Thales looked at him suspiciously, urging him with his eyes.

　　 After a while, I saw that the fast rope finally made up his mind, put away his hesitant face, and replied happily and decisively: "We..."

　　 I saw the young swift eyebrows dancing, and he said something that surprised Thales:

　　 "We are'sword dealers'!"