Thales sighed in annoyance.

The next moment, Sand Scorpion discovered that it turned out that the destruction of its nest was not the most unfortunate thing.

Above it, Thales had a ferocious expression on his face, holding up his cane and pressing the scorpion hard, engaging in a fierce ideological struggle.

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

He took out his penis, first cut off the scorpion's tail stinger, and then killed it with one knife during its frantic struggle.

"There is no disaster for the desert god, no mercy for the desert god," he picked up the sand scorpion that died heroically, raised it to his eyes with an ugly expression, and said to himself as if to comfort himself:

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

Scorpion, the hero who saved the Bright Star Royal Family and Star Kingdom, added in his heart.

Strangely, after saying these words, Thales felt a lot more relaxed.

Probably because he hadn't spoken or communicated for too long, he looked at the unconsciously twitching scorpion and had a feeling: they were communicating.

Thinking of this, Thales reacted with excitement.

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

"Crack"

Damn it!

At the first bite, Thales's face twisted in pain.

The magical taste and aroma enter his sensory nerves through the friction of the tongue's taste buds and teeth.

"Crack"

Second bite.

Fat, juicy, crisp, chewy, and can save lives. Tails thought about these words desperately, forgetting the strange texture in his mouth, and bit into his mouth the two exposed scorpion claws.

"Crack"

It feels like a smelly nut shell.

Well, as I chewed it, pieces of salty and wet juice exploded from the inside.

It flows all over the mouth and penetrates into the throat.

"Wow"

And...the same weird-tasting soft meat.

Well, should he clean out its guts first?

Finally, resisting the urge to churn in his stomach, Thales twitched and swallowed the "thing" in his mouth.

Feeling the vague strange feeling in his abdomen, Thales wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a "whoop".

He raised his head, expressionless, and looked again at the ruthless and emotionless desert.

hehe.

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

Thales thought sadly.

After the first time, there was a second time: Thales dug through the sand to find rocks and drove out a trembling Mr. (or Ms.) light-colored spider.

He frowned, but still cruelly cut off its head, put the whole thing into his mouth, and started chewing it.

"Zi la..."

Well, the texture and taste seem to be okay?

If you bite its belly open...

"puff"

…

I was wrong.

I shouldn't think that way.

I was really wrong.

Thales swallowed it with tears.

A few hours later, in the slightly cooler evening, Thales set off again.

This time, his steps were much more brisk.

Until the next resting point.

Thales caught an innocent lizard with a big belly at the entrance of a poorly concealed cave.

This time, he gleefully eviscerated it, and since it was night, a fire had to be lit, so Thales enjoyed a handful of roasted lizard meat.

After the meal, his hunger slowly subsided.

In fact, Thales still misses the taste of eating it raw.

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

It was as if he was instantly accepted by the place.

such a pity……

Thales touched his belly and shook his head regretfully.

That rattlesnake from a few days ago…

Why did you let it run away?

The food problem is solved. As long as you don't care about enjoyment and taste, human beings are far more resilient than they think.

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 had to face a new problem.

He doesn't have enough water.

Thales was anxious as he shook the leather water bag that could no longer pour out a drop of water.

what to do?

The method of using stones to collect dew at night is not enough, at least it cannot sustain him through the day.

As for the water source... Thales tried to dig down to the roots of a plant yesterday, but even though he dug two meters, deep enough to bury himself alive, there was still only sand, which was a little cooler at most.

On the contrary, I sweated a lot.

How ironic.

To be honest, 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 or be knocked down by heatstroke, but worried about drinking water.

Thales touched his chapped lips and began to frown.

water source.

He had to find a new water source... With such a heavy heart, Thales continued on his way under the rising sun.

Soon, symptoms of dehydration appeared on his body.

Thales's mouth is getting drier and drier, and it feels like every step he takes consumes a huge amount of energy.

He insisted on breathing through his nose. Grivet had told him before leaving that this would preserve the necessary moisture for him.

His mood became calmer and duller.

So thirsty.

Thales thought confusedly.

Every cell in his body protested against his master's exploitation.

So thirsty.

think……

Drink water.

water.

But not long after, when the sun rose to a tricky angle again, Thales' hands softened, and he half-knelt on the ground without holding on to his arms!

He began to feel dizzy.

An alarm immediately sounded in the prince's heart.

Oops.

Dehydrated?

Or heat stroke?

Thales shook his head vigorously to wake himself up.
To be continued...