Thales carried his own luggage and dragged his body, which was recovering from a serious illness, as he panted and walked behind the caravan's camel.

Although the sand under his feet was still difficult to walk on, although the skin wrapped in linen was still damp and uncomfortable, and although the harsh sun was still merciless, the young man's heart was much calmer.

Nothing else.

"I tell you, Kanze, I really tell you," said the rookie mercenary, walking quickly beside the previous camel, facing the burly man from the North, who was also in "Dante's Great Sword"

Kanze said something excitedly:

"What I'm talking about is definitely a sure profit... Think about it, the work we do is so dangerous, it's like tying our lives on our belts, and we have to pay attention to the frequency when we urinate and shake our cocks.

Worry about whether your head will shake off. Maybe one day you encounter a hard idea and you can't go back. Then your wife and daughter will cry to death and then be poor and miserable..."

"Fuck you, Quick Rope," Kanze, who was already impatient, carried a two-handed sword, stepped over a piece of gravel, and gave the chattering Kuai Rope a disgusted look: "Your mother never taught you not to curse others.

?"

Thales raised his head and looked at the camel caravan meandering in front of him, the merchants chatting before and after the caravan, and the mercenaries patrolling on horseback in the distance, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Compared to being alone without hope, being in solitary confinement is like trekking in pain in the desert.

You can see people, you can meet people, you can hear their happy or frustrated conversations with each other...

That's great.

Kuaisheng shook his head desperately.

"I'm just making an analogy... But think about it, if you take out this money and deposit it in Tampa, if you go back alive, he will return 99% of the money to you. If you die, Tan

If I pay ten times the money to your family, then your death will be meaningful. Hey, goodbye, good Kanze, good Kanze, great Kanze, handsome Kanze, don’t do it! I will

For example, eh, don't, ow..."

Thales shook his head, took steps, and looked away from Kuai Rope, who had been beaten violently.

"It seems to be recovering well," a mercenary who returned from patrol wearing a thick turban kicked off his horse beside Thales and walked on foot to let the horse rest under the scorching sun: "But after all, you

You have just recovered, so don’t force yourself, you might as well stay on the camel’s back.”

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

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

"I think what he means is," McGee, carrying a pair of swords, rode behind Big Dean expressionlessly, without looking at Thales, "if you fall down again, we won't have time to be a burden."

waste time."

Thales watched with embarrassment as the tattooed Mikey rode past them to take over with his companions.

"I don't think he likes me."

He looked at Mikey's back and couldn't help but frown.

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

"Given his past experiences, McGee is very wary."

"He was suspicious of every stranger until he got to know him well."

Thales forced a smile.

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

"Dante's Great Sword" is a mercenary team that is neither big nor small: "Breeze", the little warrior responsible for exploring the path, fell asleep as soon as he came back. Hubert, the former blacksmith from the City of Steel, smiled shyly.

Haken, a big-bellied Allenbian, asked in a friendly manner whether Thales was married (if not, he wanted to introduce one of his seven unmarried sisters to Thales). Kanze, a Northlander, spoke harshly.

Angry, always likes to slap people on the shoulder vigorously, and the shooter Pangjia who whistles when nothing happens takes a glance at Thales and runs to pee, plus the fast rope, the old hammer, McGee, the fire, and Big Dean and

At least during this journey, leader Louisa Dante, they had eleven professional mercenaries working day and night to protect this small caravan of twenty people and twenty-three camels through the desert safely to the famous end.

of tower.

Thales sometimes wonders: Are such a small number of people really enough to protect the caravan?

"Of course, facing some gangs of dozens of sand pirates, we are tight in numbers," this is what Dean said to him: "But the armed caravan itself tells a lot of questions: whether the sand pirates are willing to risk

Risk, come and fight us, eleven heavily armed professional killers, to kill people?"

"Maybe they can win, but the price will be heavy. They don't have many people left. The next time they rob, it might be their doom."

"This is our meaning, and it is also the way for mercenaries to survive. Deterrence is greater than risk. After all, we are not a death squad. Of course, except for those hundred-man regiments that specialize in fighting." Dean shook his head at that time.

Thales was grateful for their rescue and shelter, especially after the terrible sandstorm the day before yesterday, when he couldn't see his fingers in the gray field of vision, and the shrill wind in his ears was so disturbing that Thales even listened to his own words.

I don't know, I can only hide my head and avoid it. The howling sand is more terrifying than the blade of the knife. They hit all the targets exposed in the air and get into all the gaps that can be drilled. The force is so strong that they are almost scraped.

Thales's flesh and blood skin, thanks to the experienced caravan hiding in the shelter, they were able to survive the crisis with the help of the camel caravan. He knew that he could walk in the terrifying desert for a full four days.

After fainting and being rescued again, the only side effects were a little dehydration, mania and desert hallucinations. It was really a blessing from the Desert God.

Thinking of this, Thales smiled at Dean: "Thank you, Dean, for saving my life even though I am a stranger and most likely a spy of the Sand Bandits."

Dean paused for a moment, then smiled softly.

He hung the horse on the hook of a camel in front of him, and specially stretched a length of rope to prevent the camel's smell from affecting the horse:

"Taking care of each other is our creed as merchants and mercenaries who make a living in the desert."

Dean exhaled and sighed slightly: "Many years ago, Waiya, I was just like you. Of course, at that time I was much older than you are now. I was so destitute that I fell alone in the desert, lingering and desperate to die."

He shook his head: "It was Dante, I mean Luisa's father, old Dante. It was he who redeemed me from the prison ferrymen with his enthusiasm and persistence, even though they themselves were very bad at the time."

"People always rely on each other and rely on each other, this is what Dante told me."

"A person cannot survive alone in the desert."

Thales nodded thoughtfully.

I see.

"So you entered 'Dante's Great Sword' and relied on them," Thales said silently, "That's why you saved my life even though it was very risky."

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

"In the 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 fighting for life and death must find opportunities to coexist and escape. Don't worry, Huaiya, we can get along well during this period, and you will definitely be able to return.

Go to your home and loved ones and let go of your worries."

Thales sighed: "Thank you."

Dean smiled and said nothing.

Yes, Thales said silently: He has no choice.

Drought, heat, sand, and cold. If he left the team alone, he would die in this ruthless desert in just a few days. In contrast, this caravan has experience, supplies, protection, and knows the route. Follow them

Undoubtedly the right choice.

They can only make plans after arriving at their destination.

Thales sighed secretly in his heart.

They have to go back to Blade Tooth Sand Dunes, to the Western Wilderness, right?

Thales, who was lost in thought, stumbled and almost hit the camel in front of him.

The young man was surprised to realize that the caravan had stopped.

"What's wrong?" Thales looked at the camels lined up in front of him, but couldn't see clearly. He could only ask Dean beside him strangely.

But Dean just frowned and didn't answer.

"Dean!"

"You have to come see this!"

With the special muffled sound of horses' hooves trampling on the sand, the mercenary pathfinder, the small "Breeze" galloped past many confused businessmen, and stopped the horse in front of Dean with an anxious look on his face.

He said anxiously: "Louisa discovered something in front!"

Dean's expression changed.

The bald warrior picked up his single-edged fighting ax and mounted his horse with a solemn expression.

"McGee, hurry up, grab your weapon, mount your horse and follow me!"

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

His orders were decisive and swift, and the mercenaries acted according to his orders without hesitation.

What's wrong?

Thales nervously grasped the time crossbow and watched the serious-looking mercenaries riding past the caravan and heading in the other direction.

He was not the only one who had this doubt. Others in the caravan were whispering to each other in confusion. Thales even saw someone unloading the goods with a pale face and getting on a camel. It seemed that he was ready to run away if something went wrong.

Ten minutes later, McGee and Quick Rope came back, but their faces were a little heavy.

The caravan continues to set off.

"Dean and Louisa are going to find the leader of the caravan. They need to discuss it carefully."
To be continued...