.Now the sun will not hit the head directly, and there will be shadows on the shoulders and upper body. Ordinary materials, such as canvas, must not be used like this. The increased surface area will collect more heat. The shell of the round-shell beetle has good thermal insulation and can reflect partially, which is very useful. Although you often hold the cloth strips with your hands to fight the wind in the desert when you need to, this is a cost-effective choice for the slightest reduction in temperature.

The temperature of the body surface reduces the speed of their physical energy consumption, but the consumption is consumption and will always accumulate to the limit. On the second and third days, they still have the strength to set up traps to kill insects, and they also have the strength to take a detour to avoid gathering desert monsters. On the fourth day, let alone fighting, they have exhausted all their spare energy except breathing, drinking water and walking.

Fortunately, the mountains have become very large and they should be able to reach it one day and one night. The two of them dragged heavy steps, one pit and one pit, leaving clear footprints. Although their legs were like lead, they could not drag on the ground, as their physical strength would be consumed faster. Although Zhao Mai was a druid, he wanted to be a skeleton monster at this time, so he would not feel tired.

And his destination, the mountains protruding from the sea of ​​sand in the northeast, in the place called Megilot, a group of sand thieves were hiding in the cave, avoiding the sun, waiting for the night, and waiting for prey.

There are thirteen people in total, both men, women, young and old. They all have kinship relationships with each other. Although some kinship relationships come from violence and more chaotic things, the ancestors who caused all this have passed away. "Relatives" and "interests" are bonded, which is better than simply "interests".

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

Just taking care of the fire, these three hands cannot touch food and water. In fact, these relatives always eat their own things, and only a few people will exchange food for each other. Under the white turban, each pair of eyes is always alert. They use these eyes to stare in front, listen to the back with their ears, smell danger with their noses, and curse with their mouths.

People who are eating chew in small mouths, slowly and rhythmically. It is said that in the desert, someone can judge his hunger level by listening to other people's meal sounds, infer his food stocks and body moisture levels. This information will sometimes become a reason for killing and looting. So everyone is like a sheep, pursing his lips, silencing little by little, and chewing silently.

The person who led this group of people was a fierce and dangerous old guy. He did not allow anyone to call him his real name, but could only call him "Grandpa". He had the right to enjoy the darkest and coolest position in the cave, and could rest against the rock that constantly oozed out of coolness, or drink water first. He was very satisfied with the silence in the cave, which showed that his prestige was still stable. "If someone whispered, it means that someone would stab a dagger behind his back." Grandpa always kept this sentence in mind.

He reached out and pulled the black veil that had dropped from the turban. After most of his body was gnawed off by desert earthworms, her veil returned to the hands of "Grandpa". During the day, the veil could block the sunlight, and when in the cave, it could block the view. Behind the veil, sniffing the familiar smell, "Grandpa" peeked at everyone with his eyes without being alerted.

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

"We need to catch slaves. The current market for slaves is very good, great!" The leader suddenly said something, and the flames in the cave shook. "There are endless battles in the sports field, countless people are dead, and the Temple Tower is said to be a new competition. Those people are crazy, but we need money and iron, and these can be exchanged for meat."

"Yes, Grandpa." His vicious deputy said: "If you can catch a strong slave and package it into a gladiator, the current market price is five times that of the past. It's a good deal, but where can we find such slaves?"

"I plan to attack the Echo Silver Mine. There are few people in charge. As long as they are slaughtered, the remaining slaves are ours." Grandpa said: "Who agrees and who opposes?"

"Grandpa, you'd better take a look. I found something interesting." said the sand thief who was looking at the wind.
Chapter completed!