Sword and Magic and Taxi

They slept for less than three hours at night before they were driven out by the cold and had to continue on their way. The desert is like an oven during the day and like an ice cellar at night. Of course, the temperature here is not as extreme as freezing point, but the sand and wind quickly and ruthlessly take away the heat from the body, just like the sun takes away the moisture during the day.

There are two moons in the sky. The double moons with halos are bigger and brighter than the moon on the earth, and they have no elegance at all. The mottled stripes hang on the yellow moon, which seems to be slow, but in fact it is running very fast. It was a storm on the moon, powerful enough to tear steel into sand and crush stone into dust.

No, don't be where I want to be. Zhao Mai opened his phone and turned forward to the Travel Tips in Service Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information Information to Travel Tips. It still says Forgotten World instead of Forgotten Realms. If it is the latter, he may be in Ser where the red-robed wizards rule, or the ruins of the Nether Empire and the Ainook Desert where the Ghost City rules. But there are definitely no two moons in the Forgotten Realms, and this would not be the famous Feyru.

The other world is known as a desert, or the whole world is a big desert. If you were to list the fantasy worlds you least want to visit, the planet Atas with the setting of the catastrophic setting sun would definitely rank in the top five. Zhao Mai smiled bitterly and secretly sighed at his good luck. This is a dangerous place. What I did before was really lucky, and I was able to get food and water.

We can't rest tonight, Zhao Mai said to Butcher: While it's not hot, we can walk as far as we can. Without a shelter, even resting is just a waste of energy, and our physical strength, I think. It’s already very difficult to reach the mountains, so we can no longer spend too much time waiting.”

Butcher nodded and bit into the spider's flesh. The honey taken from the round-shelled beetle had greatly improved his physical condition. The sequelae of heat stroke and dehydration were much reduced, and he also had an appetite to eat. It is precisely because of this that the precious honey should be kept, and the perishable meat should be dealt with first.

Fortunately, Zhao Mai's luck is still there, that is, the fare paid by Xue Popo, the luck of finding what you want. The two people passed by a predatory ground before dawn. The carcasses of many giant insects and desert animals were scattered in the sand pit. Many small beetles gathered inside, making frightening gnawing sounds and clicking sounds incessantly.

There's nothing we need in there, don't take the risk. No matter how Butcher persuaded, Zhao Mai remained unmoved. He avoided the small beetles that were eating and carefully came to the carcasses of the animals that had been eaten clean. There were several remains of round-shelled beetles here, and Zhao Mai took a fancy to their curved backs.

Go away, go away, go eat somewhere else, don't let me get the carapace! Zhao Mai used wild communication to finally persuade a group of well-fed corpse-eating beetles to get out of the way, and then cut them with a magic dagger. Two pieces of back armor each one square meter in size were taken off. Then, holding his breath, he carefully and calmly returned to the safe area, and then hurriedly escaped from there with Butcher.

With a few strips of cloth, these two pieces of light, strong back armor become parasols - the kind that are worn on the head. This way the sun won't hit your head directly, and your shoulders and upper body will have some 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-shelled beetle is well insulated and partially reflective, which is very useful. Although you need to hold the cloth strips with your hands from time to time to fight against the desert wind, it is definitely a cost-effective choice to exchange this trouble for the shade that lowers the temperature slightly.

The decrease in body surface temperature greatly reduces the rate of consumption 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 still had the strength to take detours to avoid the gathering desert monsters. By the fourth day, let alone fighting, they had exhausted all their energy except breathing, drinking water and walking.

Fortunately, the mountains have become very big, and we should be able to reach them in one day and one night. The two people dragged their heavy footsteps forward, one pit at a time, leaving clear footprints. Even though your legs feel like lead, you can't drag them along the ground, as that will consume your energy faster. Although Zhao Mai is a druid, he wishes he were a skeleton monster at this time, so that he would not feel tired.

And his destination is the mountain range protruding from the sea of ​​sand in the northeast, a place called Mejilot Mountain. A group of sand thieves are hiding in caves, avoiding the sun, waiting for the night, and at the same time waiting for prey. .

There were thirteen people in total, men, women and children. They are all related to each other. Although some of the kinships come from rape and more chaotic things, the ancestors who caused all this have passed away. relatives plus interests are better than pure interests. Up some.

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

Simply taking care of the fire, these three pairs of hands are not allowed to touch the food and water. In fact, this group of relatives always eat their own food, and only a few people exchange food with each other. Under the white turban, every pair of eyes is always alert. They use their eyes to stare ahead, their ears to hear behind, their noses to smell danger, and their mouths to curse.

Those who were eating chewed their food slowly and rhythmically. It is said that in the desert, someone can judge the level of hunger and infer the food inventory and body moisture level of others by listening to the sound of others eating. This information will at some point become grounds for killing and looting. So everyone was like sheep, pursed their lips, chewing bit by bit in silence.

Leading this group of people is a fierce and dangerous old guy. He does not allow anyone to call him by his real name, and can only call him Grandpa. He had the right to enjoy the darkest and coolest part of the cave, to rest with his back against the rock that oozed coolness, and to drink the water first. He was satisfied with the silence in the cave, which showed that his authority was still strong. If someone whispers, it means someone is going to stab a dagger in the back. Grandpa always kept this sentence in mind.

He reached out and pulled at the black veil hanging from his turban. This originally belonged to his daughter-in-law, but after most of her body was eaten away by desert earthworms, her veil returned to the hands of grandpa. The veil blocks the sun during the day and blocks the view when inside the cave. Behind the veil, smelling the familiar scent, Grandpa used his eyes to peek at everyone unscrupulously without being alerted.

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

We need to capture slaves. The market for slaves is very good now, great! The leader suddenly said something, and the fire in the cave trembled. The gladiatorial fights in the big stadium are endless, and countless people have died, and it is said that a new competition will be held in the temple tower. Those people are crazy, but we need money and iron, and these can be exchanged for meat.

Yes, Grandpa. His cruel deputy said: If we can catch strong slaves and package them into gladiators, the current market price is five times what it was before. This is a good deal, but where can we find such a thing? slave?

I plan to attack the Echo Silver Mine. There are few management personnel there. As long as we kill them all, the remaining slaves will be ours. The uncle said, Who agrees and who opposes?

Grandpa, you'd better take a look. I discovered something interesting. said the sand pirate who was watching the wind.