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.
Anyway, he needs to rest.
No more wandering around in the sun, wasting energy and water.
He raised his head and squinted at the scorching sun.
Thales was 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 cause him to lose water faster.
Need... to find the next resting spot...
Thales thought a little confused and took the next step.
step.
One more step.
Every step is like a critical moment.
His throat is burning.
The mouth is rubbing.
My whole body is feeling weak.
But he can't stop.
Can't stop.
In this way, Thales stumbled to the next resting point, under the shade of a willow tree, to avoid the scorching sun.
He took a short rest and regained his strength in the shade.
Thales even began to seriously consider whether he should survive on his own urine.
But at this moment, Thales raised his head.
He was on a high slope, overlooking the plains below.
He was stunned.
I saw a glimmer of light at the end of the horizon, in the distance of my field of vision.
That is……
The prince stared blankly into the distance, looking at the waves of light reflected into his field of vision, and his heart couldn't stop trembling.
That is……
lake?
Thales stood up suddenly!
He couldn't help but enter the hell sense and confirmed the distance in his vision.
That's right.
It’s the reflection on the lake!
Ahead, there is a lake!
There is water!
The prince who was saved from despair suppressed the excitement in his heart.
But he couldn't even wait for the sun to completely set before he set off impatiently.
According to his experience in the past few days, although it was within sight, it would take at least an hour to walk over such a long distance.
One hour.
Only one hour.
Thales took a deep breath, took steps, swung his cane, and walked towards his hope.
One step, two steps...
Fifty steps, a hundred steps...
One thousand steps, one thousand five hundred steps...
Climb over one sand dune, then another.
A bush, another bush!
Soon, soon!
Seeing that the target was getting closer and closer, Thales became more and more excited.
Water, water, water!
Oh my god, haha.
He was saved.
Thales laughed in his heart and his mood fluctuated.
Desert God has no disaster.
Desert God has no disaster!
He thought: Yes, the desert never brings disasters without reason.
Raphael is right, the weak are afraid of disaster. In the desert, only by abandoning weakness can you, can...
Talent...
Talent?
But Thales gradually became anxious.
He didn't know how long he had been gone.
But he was aware of the number of steps he took.
It seems...it's been more than an hour, right?
Thales gritted his teeth, licked the smell of blood on his dry lips, and persisted in moving forward.
His whole body began to feel sore and painful.
Even numb.
But he can't stop.
Thales stared at the water source in front of him and moved forward desperately.
Can't stop.
Why hasn't it arrived yet?
Finally, the sun slowly sets and dusk arrives.
The surroundings became cooler.
Thales panted hard, holding on to his body amid waves of dizziness.
But his mood also turned cold.
Nothing else.
In his field of vision...
The water source in front of him, the lake in front of him, the hope in front of him...
Disappeared.
sand.
Just sand.
Thales was trembling, looking at the empty scene on the horizon in front of him.
He trembled and shook his head vigorously, feeling that his eyes were beginning to blur.
The dull prince reacted instantly.
What he saw during the day, what he thought about in his heart, what he tried his best to reach...
Not a lake.
That's not a lake.
It's a fantasy.
Or: Mirage.
The next moment, the prince's vision went dark and he fell down in the desert.
Lost consciousness.
Falling into deep darkness.
[Mr. Wu, we have completed the evidence collection for this accident... We have studied the surveillance video of that day in full... and the scene, including possible brake marks and witnesses, all the evidence shows...]
[We are still reviewing her medical records, including her mental condition, so we are here to make a transcript with you today, but you'd better be mentally prepared...]
[No, no, no, Mr. Wu, please don’t get excited. After all, you are still in the hospital bed... maybe, we are just saying that it is possible, everything is still under investigation...]
I don't know how long it took.
It feels like a lifetime.
Or...a moment?
[Maybe, I mean maybe, Mr. Wu, your girlfriend, she took you for a ride that day, maybe to... yes to...]
【Suicidal.】
The next second, Thales was shocked!
"ah!"
He took a sharp breath, shouted, and woke up from the boundless darkness!
My heart is frightened.
"Oooh, ooh!"
"Take it easy, kid, you're seriously dehydrated," a fussy male voice came into his ears: "Kahn, Kahn, come on!"
"He's awake!"
Thales opened his eyes tremblingly, and what he saw was a dazzling fire.
and the bustling crowds around.
now it is night?
The weak Thales thought drowsily.
As he woke up, the hustle and bustle around him became louder and louder: teasing, noises, conversations.
The noise gave him a headache.
A long and narrow face squeezed into the field of vision.
It was a red-haired man wearing leather armor with a face full of freckles. He looked to be in his twenties. He was a little dirty. His eyes were moving around, quite funny: "Oh my God! I knew it."
You will survive..."
The red-haired man was very happy and rubbed Thales' face vigorously, making the latter feel dizzy again: "Kahn, we can come and talk to him about the reward for saving people..."
"Get out of the way, hurry up and stop shaking him!" came a mature male voice from a distance, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
"You're not helping."
The owner of this voice seemed to be quite majestic. As he spoke, the noise around him gradually became smaller.
The man named Quick Rope didn't touch him anymore.
The mature voice came again: "Here, drink."
Thales felt his head being lifted up and a hard object being stuffed into his mouth.
The wetness in his mouth confused him slightly.
etc.
water.
Thales' heart moved.
It's water!
He struggled subconsciously, grabbed the water bag with both hands, and desperately sucked the liquid inside.
Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...
Thales clutched the water bag in his hand like a madman.
Oh my god.
Water, water!
He has never felt like this now: water is a gift from God.
"Slow down, take one mouthful at a time," the majestic and mature voice said in a gentle voice. While supporting his back, he gently held the water bag and controlled the speed at which Thales drank water:
"You have just recovered, so you can't drink too fast."
Finally, after a few minutes, Thales let go of the water bag and leaned back exhausted.
He clearly saw the owner of the mature voice: a rough-faced bald man in his thirties, with a fine stubble, wearing leather armor like "Quick Rope", with deep eyes, looking thoughtfully
he.
"Thank you, thank you." Thales said weakly and with difficulty.
Under the night, the bald man named Kahn smiled under the light of the fire: "Very good, you look much better."
At this moment.
"Hey, Big Kahn!" A sharp voice tore the air out of thin air, like a mysophobic seeing a cockroach.
There was commotion all around again.
This third voice sounded rather oily and old-fashioned. It came from a long way away, with a slight dissatisfaction in its tone: "I heard that you were nosy on the road and picked up a piece of trash again. I solemnly protest against you. Although I respect you, but
You need to understand the risks of this journey and prioritize our safety..."
Thales frowned slightly, and he saw: The first red-haired man who entered Thales' field of vision, named Quick Rope, sighed.
He said to the bald Kahn with a grimace: "Oh, my God, it's that profiteer Sepp, he's here again."
Bald Kahn raised his head and frowned slightly.
"I'll go negotiate with him."
"And you are optimistic about him, Quick Rope," Kahn said calmly, his mature voice making people feel inexplicably reassuring, "wait until Louisa and Old Hammer come back to take over."
Kahn stood up, and Thales noticed that this strong man was tall and had a diagonal belt full of tools, ranging from knives to ropes.
His back left the range of the firelight and headed towards the sharp voice.
Thales pushed himself up hard and leaned on the luggage 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 them, each surrounded by many people. They were dressed in different attires, some with turbans covering their faces, some with leather armor, and some
Some were covered with gadgets, and some were sitting among a pile of clutter, dancing and saying something.
Many people looked at him curiously.
Further out, more than twenty camels were kneeling and resting, chewing happily.
Thales stared blankly at this strange camp.
this……
He raised his head and looked at the young man with red hair and freckles named "Quick Rope" opposite him, who was also staring at him with interest.
"Where am I?" Thales spoke with difficulty, his tongue felt heavy.
Kuaisheng was slightly startled.
"Where?"
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 sleepy?"
Looking at the sand in Quick Rope's hand, Thales' heart moved.
He is still in the desert.
But……
"So," Thales stared at the fast rope and murmured:
"who are you?"
Upon hearing this question, Kuaisheng's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face changed drastically, changing several expressions in an instant.
"who are we?"
He seemed to be hesitating.
Thales looked at him suspiciously and urged him with his eyes.
After a while, Kuai Sheng finally made up his mind, put away his hesitant expression, and answered happily and decisively: "We..."
I saw the young Kuaisheng's eyebrows dancing with joy, and he said something that shocked Thales: