This is a small sandy area.

It is located in the middle of several sand dunes of different sizes, sleeping quietly under the bright sky, in complete silence.

Until all the gravel on the sand began to tremble slightly.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, and an irregular plane suddenly arched out in the center of the sand.

Boom.

In the muffled sounds that came one after another, countless pieces of gravel slipped from the gradually arching plane and fell into the dark cave exposed below.

The falling gravel rustled.

The plane, which is several meters wide, continues to rise, revealing its black and gray nature.

Ten seconds later, a dusty figure holding a torch took the lead in exploring the dark and mysterious cave.

The figure dusted off the sand on his body and looked around.

He then turned around, reached out to grab the second man, and pulled the latter out of the hole.

Then the third, the fourth... more and more people crawled out of this hole.

There are dozens of people.

Until a thin figure appeared from the hole in the ground, was pulled out, and stepped onto the sand.

"Cough cough cough..."

The disgraced Thales took off his turban, painfully coughed up dust and sand, and patted the gravel off his body.

The cold wind temperature before dawn and the smell of sand invaded his senses at the same time.

It made him shiver.

Familiar yet strange.

Thales subconsciously reached behind his waist but found nothing. Then he remembered that his dagger had been confiscated by Ricky again.

Behind the young man, Tardin, Bree, and Cannon had their hands tied tightly and were escorted out one after another.

Sak'el, Barney and Belletti were even more miserable. They were even blindfolded and under the personal supervision of Clay and Josh.

Quick Rope seemed to be regarded as an insignificant handyman, struggling to move the equipment recovered from the battlefield by a mercenary, and occasionally glanced at Thales as if asking for help.

The drill was also blindfolded and roughly pushed out under the guard of two mercenaries.

Everyone came to the ground one after another.

"This...isn't this the Prison of Bones?"

Stepping on the extremely friendly sand under his feet, Thales ignored the sad eyes of the fast rope behind him. While cleaning up the mess on his body, he tried hard to observe his surroundings under the slightly bright sky:

"Not even...Blade Tooth Camp?"

The vast yellow sand around him surprised and frightened him.

Ricky turned around under the shimmering eastern sky:

"how……"

"Do you still think we will go back the way we came?"

Ricky threw away the torch in his hand, shook his head sarcastically and said:

"The entrance to the Prison of Bones must have been surrounded by people from the secret department for a long time."

Thales sighed in his heart.

The prince crossed his arms, rubbed his body that was suddenly exposed to the cold wind, and looked around doubtfully:

"Where is this?"

"Not far from the Blade Tooth Camp," Ricky raised his head under the gray sky and looked at a small row of familiar fortresses in the distance:

"But just enough to see."

Thales squinted his eyes and observed the Sabertooth camp that seemed to be right in front of him, feeling frustrated.

In the desert, "just enough to see" equals "a full day's walk."

So, what will happen to them next?

"What are you waiting for?" Thales asked, rubbing his hands.

This time, Ricky just glanced at him coldly:

"opportunity."

opportunity?

Thales frowned.

In the cold wind howling, Ricky looked up at the sky, turned around and ordered:

"Everyone, final check."

"We're leaving."

Ricky walked past Thales who was thinking hard and walked towards Samuel who was standing in a remote place.

He stared at the tightly tied guards in the distance, and lowered his voice to Samir:

"How about it?"

Samir avoided everyone, glanced at Sak'el, and shook his head:

"They refused to join."

Ricky frowned and exhaled.

"Barney?"

Samir snorted softly, seeming to be particularly unhappy:

"Especially Barney, that guy's temper is tougher than a rock."

Ricky stared closely at Barney, who was blindfolded, and said softly:

"But he is the one who holds the secret of the Northland military swordsmanship."

Samir's eyes lit up:

"Then he is?"

But Ricky shook his head in disappointment:

"The melting of glaciers."

The two of them were silent for a while.

Ricky glanced at the subordinates behind him who were making final inventory and preparations, and pursed his lips in the direction of Sak'el:

"I have been trying to convince their commander, if he agrees first..."

But Samir shook his head decisively.

"It's not Sak'el," the determination in Samir's tone made Ricky a little stunned:

"The key is not Sak'el."

Samir looked at the shorter and thin figure behind him with a complicated expression.

"They are only loyal to him."

Ricky followed his line of sight and saw the young man with a broken body, a tired face, and a bruise on his chin, staring dejectedly at the sand under his feet, muttering something to himself.

"he?"

Ricky was stunned for a moment, his eyes focused on Thales for several seconds.

"You told me that you could make them fight among themselves," Ricky turned back and his expression became serious:

"What happened next? That child showed up and you all knelt down collectively?"

what happened.

Samir was silent for a while.

In front of him appeared the sleeping Naki and Nai.

And that boy's smile.

I have rested in peace on the emperor's side...

"nothing."

Samuel raised his head, shook off the memory, and tried his best not to look at Thales:

"He's just...very convincing."

Feeling the alienation in the other person's tone, Ricky raised his eyebrows.
To be continued...